PS: Second watch, next shift at eight o'clock

That year, the spring color of Dongting went very late, and when Jing Xuan met the relief of worries, it was the time when the spring grass was full of sorrows, and the relief of worries was not a young girl with drooping hair, the size of which was like the barren grass, but the eyes were dyed with a love that was more desolate than the twilight on the horizon, which surprised and surprised him.

Maybe it's been since then that he's kept this strange girl in his heart.

Now she was in front of her, only a dozen paces away from him, but as she had been before, still out of reach.

He didn't know whether to step forward or leave.

Xie Wei was busy picking the flower spikes of cattails, her hands were flying, her face was light, her lips were gently pursed, and she was a little strict, but her eyes and movements could make people feel that she was relaxed and happy beside Yi Shen, defenseless, like a pure mountain ghost.

Jing Xuan knew that as long as she stepped forward and fell into her eyes, she would immediately put that reserved and indifferent smile on the corner of her mouth, and greet him blamelessly, just like everyone treats him, but he doesn't need to be like this at all, he has experienced the feeling of the stars holding the moon since he was a child, and he is not short of worries.

He found that he was still nostalgic for the girl who talked and laughed freely on the shore of Dongting Lake in the spring twilight of that year, and stroked the piano by the water.

He spent a lot of effort trying to convince himself, but he still couldn't completely overlap the girl in front of him—it seemed that there was always something that had become different in time.

His hand hung down unconsciously, and the pipe in his sleeve slipped down his palm, which was cold to the touch, causing him to tremble slightly.

Xie Wei inadvertently heard a wisp of music sound, his hand paused, the flexible flower stem of the cattail bounced, and a piece of goose yellow shook on his chest.

The music was melodious, a little more crisp than the song of birds in the mountains, which had never been heard in the previous years.

But Xie Wei knew that it was a flute, although it was not as lively and joyful as he had heard in his previous life, but this kind of clear and flying timbre, even if he had only heard it once. will not be mistaken again.

"This is the sound of the chick." The doctor lowered his hand and dusted off the pollen on her clothes, and put a lock of her hair back behind her ear, "Ah Yu has never heard of it? ”

Relieved his worries in a blink of an eye, "Xiaoya? There is such a sentence in "He Rensi", "Bo's blowing." Zhong's blow pipe", this pipe is made of bamboo pipes, and Tao Xun, is a very ancient musical instrument.

It's just that Tao Xun stayed in the long history, but Zhu Chi didn't know where he was.

I read this when I first read it. It was only as a lost musical instrument such as "鼛", "鞉", "cymbal", "柷", "圉", "龠", "筦", etc., and it was not until today that I heard the sound of the chi, and I suddenly remembered something.

In the history of music, there is such a saying: the flute of the ancient is the flute of the present, and the flute of the ancient is the pan flute of the present.

In other words, the ancients called the pan flute a flute, and the kind of instrument that was blown vertically, with a desolate and vast timbre, was sometimes called a flute, and sometimes a shakuhachi.

So. What was the ancient thing that was called the flute in later generations?

Xie Wei hooked his lips and smiled faintly, and he didn't teach her to discover this secret until today, and the ancient Chi was the predecessor of the bamboo flute in later generations.

It turns out that this ancient musical instrument hidden in the "Book of Songs" has not disappeared, but has been transformed and transformed into another name.

Luo shook his thick eyebrows twice, and then twisted them up.

It's true that I haven't heard my own mound play the pipe for many years, but this time, the graceful music reveals bitterness and sorrow. It's no longer so beautiful and disgusting.

This song is very unfamiliar, but the love in the song is undisguised, and I will taste it after relieving my worries, and my eyebrows will be raised. He smiled and nudged the pulp as he reached out and swung it into the depths of the waterhole.

The sash fluttered with the mountain wind, and seemed to dance with the music, and her dark hair fell loosely over her shoulders, and at some point there were a few emerald green fallen leaves on it. Like a chic beaded flower.

Xie Wei listened attentively while picking the flower spikes skillfully.

This song may be a ballad in the Chu Palace, and the gorgeous and romantic Chu Ci is the same, covered with a lot of Qi, and an indescribable prosperous image. Although there is occasionally a little rustiness when turning, it does not affect the melodious and beautiful music, but it is a slight pause in these two points, which adds a bit of vicissitudes to the music and subtracts a bit of vanity.

I sighed unconsciously, I didn't bring the piano today, it's a pity.

I don't know when the song ends, and the echo is endless.

Jing Xuan raised his sleeves, looked at the girl who was almost completely obscured by the shadow of the leaf, and sighed lightly.

Like a phantom, untouchable and unchased.

Only then did he turn around, and a burst of smoke crashed into his eyes, Jing Xuan unconsciously stern his expression, and expelled Fang Cai's thoughts completely.

Huang Yao put away the worried and solemn expression on Fang Cai's face, and lowered his head, "Lord, the Zhao clan and the Xiang clan are visiting." ”

Jing Xuan nodded, his eyebrows twisted unconsciously, and motioned for him to continue.

The Zhao clan and the Xiang clan are far away in Zhaoyao Mountain, how could they come thousands of miles away? The swagger is closer to the territory of the Qin army, could it be that the Qin army has another movement?

"He went to seek medical care." Huang Yao shook his head helplessly.

Not only was Jing Xuan surprised, but even Barberry couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Looking for a solution? How could she be known by the Xiang family and the Zhao family thousands of miles away, and she came here to look for her? It's so weird.

"Hearing the doctor's worries and making herbal pills is scattered, which can get rid of miasma, and now the long summer is coming, so people are looking for medicine for medical worries." Huang Yao explained blandly.

Although he was shocked to receive those few people just now, Xie Wei has not left Jiuzhi Mountain in the past few months, and in the last month, he has not even taken a step in Huaisha Temple, how could her name spread so far? Huang Yao was puzzled.

Jing Xuan remembered something, and looked sideways at Barberry, "Worried about sending medicine to the mountain people?" ”

Barberry nodded affirmatively, it is convenient to diagnose people on weekdays, but she has never been too lazy to do such things as sending medicine, she has always sent him to run errands, and the resentment is really not small.

He sometimes wonders why this girl is so lazy and can send people to do things.

If she knew this, she would definitely refute it, which is called "making the best use of things".

Huang Yao heard that there was still such a thing, and stroked his somewhat gray beard, "So, it's no wonder." ”

In this year, there has been turmoil and turmoil, Li Shu's mobility is very great, and he may practice medicine on weekdays, and he may not know which migrating people will pass it out, not to mention spreading it to Zhaoyao Mountain, I am afraid that it will not take a year or two, and even Xianyang can pass it.

"It's very worrying." Jing Xuan raised his eyebrows, perhaps because he was wrong to understand his worries.

Solving worries is never a girl who can stop, the woman next to her only hopes to find a good mate, a smooth life, even if there is a conspiracy, it is just to seek the favor of her husband, but this girl has a delicate nine tricks, full of tricks, and will toss, lest the world will not be chaotic. (To be continued.) )