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Mu Shan looked at Lian Duxue, who had nothing to do with himself, and couldn't understand that there were people in the world who could be unkind to such an extent, and said hatefully: "How can you be so indifferent, you have also shared hardships, don't you even have a little sympathy?" How can there be such a person as you in the world......"

"I'm a demon, I don't need the cowardice and troubles of humans!"

Mu Shan looked at Lian Duxue with a serious face, and suddenly stopped talking, opened his mouth but couldn't even say a word, he flicked his sleeves and said angrily: "Forget it, play the piano to the cow!" ”

"Listen, what a beautiful sound."

Mu Shan looked at Xiuniang's slender jade-like arm, but saw that the emperor Qingmo in the distance had already walked into the pavilion, his hands were flat on the yaoqin, and he gently stirred the silk strings.

The sound of the piano is curling, as if the pearl jade has fallen on the ice, pure and pleasant, and then it plays back and forth, short and whirling, like a girl's feelings, beautiful and gorgeous like poetry.

After two or three sounds, the sound of the piano gradually turned brisk, like a ray of rising sunshine, breaking through the barrier of the long night, illuminating the only remaining darkness in the heart, bright and bright, warm and calm, let people see the vitality and vigor of all things, everything is full of hope.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the piano turned into a low one, knocking and playing in legato, sometimes cheerful and light like a stream, sometimes heavy and low like an undercurrent, sometimes hanging high and falling like a waterfall, sometimes gently condensing like a lake, up and down, just like a human life, joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, one by one.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh......"

Mu Shan looked at Lian Duxue, who closed his eyes and rested his mind, his right index finger tapped the palm of his left hand rhythmically, and muttered a vague tone in his mouth, slightly surprised that this impersonal monster would also be interested in piano art.

Xiuniang thought that she was unlucky enough, but listening to the sound of the piano of Sister Huangfu, it seemed that she had put the ups and downs of her life into seven silk strings, sad and tactful, lingering and ......compassionate. Maybe her life is even more pitiful than mine. ”

Xiuniang looked at the goose-yellow figure in the pavilion from afar, her eyes seemed to be rubbed into the gloomy meaning of autumn, and said sadly: "Listen to its sound and know its heart, her piano sound, stirring and extending, ups and downs, I don't know what she has experienced, she can play such a moving, such vicissitudes of tune." ”

"She has her own world, and we don't want to get involved too much. The composer has no intention, but listens to it with a heart. The ones you feel bleak may be the past that has been buried deep in your heart and you don't want to face. ”

Mu Shan looked at Xiuniang quietly, her eyes were as wide as the sky, as if she could hold any emotion, and in a firm and gentle tone, she said softly: "Let the past be completely forgotten, and let it dissipate forever between the ten fingers with today's song." As long as you open your heart, I will definitely give you more beautiful and valuable times. ”

With the company of beautiful piano sounds, the petals of Sanshengyuan suddenly seem to have a little more spirituality, one, two ......, stretching their bodies arbitrarily in the wind, drawing graceful curves, and slowly falling from the sight of Mu Shan and Xiu Niang.

A faint pink, as if it would be contagious, quietly remained on Xiuniang's glamorous cheeks.

"Quack ......"

In the sky, the remnant sun dyed the clouds red, hanging obliquely on the mountain peaks. Two rows of geese, taking advantage of the residual temperature of the setting sun, hurriedly flew towards the south.

"Winter is coming again."

"Winter ......" Mu Shan pursued Xiuniang's gaze, looked at the flock of geese passing in the sky, and said in a low voice: "It's a pity that the bearskin jacket you sewed for me didn't bring here, otherwise I wouldn't be afraid of the cold this winter." ”

Xiuniang laughed coquettishly: "Who are you fooling." You didn't bathe in the river shirtless in the middle of winter, and you wanted me to knit another one for you, but there was no door. ”

Mu Shan touched the back of his head, and smirked: "I still can't hide anything from you......"

Ahead, two swallows returned in the twilight, under the rain of flowers.

The sound of the piano from the stone pavilion gradually became sluggish, whining, as if there was nothing, as if the drizzle was continuous, stealing a sunny day, making people feel a kind of sadness and grievance from the bottom of their hearts.

What did she go through?

…………

Where do the northern geese want to fly south?

The mountains are at dusk.

In the lonely mountain and lonely pavilion,

Sandalwood curls in the water,

Lonely Shadow Wine Double Cup.

Ye Rong Ye withered again,

The withered vines are all over the trees, and when the two swallows return together, where to find the brocade book.

The wind is thin, and the leaves dance gently.

The piano is low, the sound is whining, who knows the infatuation!

It is easy to wake up when you drink sick wine alone, your heart is like a flying, and your body is like duckweed.

Flying to fall into the flow of water, who can be ruthless?

Don't hate running water, don't hate Luoying.

Hate fate, gather less and drift more, people are far away and the world is near!

Listening to the gentle and beautiful voice, at that moment, Mu Shan seemed to see a fine wound in her heart torn open, with traces of wind and frost and pain, and a lingering undercurrent hidden in the deepest part of her heart, light and profound.

What kind of woman is this, with an indescribable charm on her body, like the sunset on the horizon, infinitely beautiful, but infinitely short.

"Less gathering, more drifting, people are far away and the end of the world is close to ......"

Xiuniang sang and sang in a low voice, her eyes were like the surface of the lake, as if there were infinite thoughts steaming out in this song, like the retention of the wind, like the drifting of the leaves, like the loneliness of the autumn: "A good sentence of less gathering and more drifting, people are far away and the end of the world is near, and the misery and helplessness of all living beings are exhausted." How much lovesickness, how much hatred, after all, can only be buried deep in the heart. Autumn is scattered, and the spring moon is fragrant. When the prime of life goes, love will never be forgotten. Autumn goes to autumn again, but how many springs and autumns can there be in life, Xiao Xiao falling wood, accompanied by the staggered, lingering and sympathetic piano sound, it is really inspiring! ”

"White Rabbit, running around and looking around......" Lian Duxue's eyebrows tightened slightly, as if she was in deep thought, and whispered: "It is precisely because you have so many requests and can't let go that you will live so tired and depressed." However, it is precisely because of this that I feel sad and excited. Life, only by maintaining the accident can we live a wonderful life. Feelings, such a beautiful and dangerous thing, are like a rose with spikes, full of temptation. ”

"Her heart, like the distant Tianshan Snow Pool, is covered with layers of frost on the surface, seemingly lonely and cold, lifeless, but there is an undercurrent under her heart, the water is boiling, what kind of experience is it, what kind of emotion can create such a contradictory and wonderful state of mind, it is really fascinating!"

"Fascinated ......" Mu Shan was indulging in the evocative and unstoppable sound of heaven, and suddenly heard that Lian Duxue, who was like ten thousand years of ice beside him, could say such humane words, and was a little shocked for a while: "Who said just now that there is no need for the cowardice and troubles of human beings, how can you go to the twilight and the sky, and the position has become faster than the sky." ”

"Love is a word, but all living beings have it. Since Lian Gongzi has set foot in the red dust, he naturally has to follow the customs. If even Gongzi has a heart, please take care of Sister Huangfu, although the hope is slim, but after all, it must be fought for. ”

"Xiuniang, don't count on him, he can't even care about the life and death of a great sage and good teacher, what kindness can he have." Mu Shan blocked Xiuniang's gaze at Lian Duxue, patted her chest and swore solemnly: "Don't worry, since you treat her as a sister, then she can be regarded as my sister, no matter what, I will do my best to help her." ”

"You ......, ...... on you? If you get involved with her, you'll only make her die faster. ”

Lian Duxue glanced at Mu Shan, and said expressionlessly: "Gongsun Chan is already working to inquire about the whereabouts of Mu Tianzi Bajun, and there seems to be a considerable force behind him secretly helping him, I believe that it won't be long before Yaochi Immortal Pavilion will reappear." If you have a heart, don't mix it up. Staying on the sidelines is the greatest help you can do to her. That's all I have to say, farewell. ”