After eating, Feng Jinghua picked an inn around the restaurant to stay, with one room per person. [Ran^Text^Library] []

Once in the room, she stood by the window, staring through the bamboo curtains at the hillside opposite.

Badian never came out.

It's dark and hasn't come out yet.

But Feng Jinghua is going out.

She changed into her night clothes, climbed out of the window, and took advantage of the shadows of the trees to sneak up to the top of the hill.

The good thing about the mountain town is this, the houses are staggered, there are trees everywhere, and there are many places to hide.

After she dived to the top of the slope, she looked at the small wooden door, on which hung a plaque of "Drinking Bitterness", and around the white wall was a circle of verdant bamboo, and when she looked up, it was a full moon.

This building is so poetic and picturesque, it feels like an elegant and pure place, which makes Feng Jinghua feel that the existence of people like Badian really defiles this place.

She snuggled along the wall, listening carefully to what was going on inside it, but she couldn't hear anything, and at least half of the wall was built on the side of the hill, and there was nowhere to stay, so she couldn't see anything from outside the wall.

The bamboo outside the fence is all fine bamboo, there is nowhere to climb, and the fence is high, how can she sneak in?

After thinking about it, she pulled out a few short knives and stuck them in the wooden door from low to high.

The door panel is not particularly hard, and she successfully inserts the knife as soon as she inserts it.

Then she stepped on the knife and quickly climbed the door wall, and climbed through the door wall into the door.

There are no street lights in the mountain town. Families also go to bed early. There were no lights everywhere. But tonight's moon is quite bright, and the ground is full of silver frost, and at a glance, the sight is good.

In addition to the green bamboo bushes, you can faintly see the peach plum chrysanthemum and mountain rocks, scattered among the several small grass sheds, which seem to be built at random, but everything is placed just right, both natural and wild, and full of artistic beauty.

In the center of the courtyard is a fine wooden house.

There was a bean of light in the wooden house.

This place is built in the middle of the downtown area, but it exudes a kind of left-behind and independent, hidden in the city, and is not contaminated with the hustle and bustle.

She dived silently into the main room.

Suddenly, a very light sound came from the wooden house.

She was stunned and stopped, was this sound on purpose, or did it just sound?

However, what really stopped her was the sound of the piano, which was so beautiful.

After the age of eight, she stopped playing the piano. Although she doesn't know the piano, she also knows that the sound of the piano is heavenly, even the most ethereal and beautiful piano sound she has ever heard in her life, even Ji Lian, who is known as versatile and outstanding, can only bow to the wind.

In such a dissolving moonlight, in such a secluded courtyard, how wonderful is it to hear such a piano sound?

Even someone like her, who is destined to lick blood at the head of a knife all her life, is reluctant to waste time listening to the sounds of heaven.

The best thing is that the person who plays the piano controls the strength and volume very well, and the sound of the piano only lingers within the white walls, and never leaks out to disturb people's dreams.

It didn't take long for the song to end, and Feng Jinghua woke up like a dream, hesitating whether to advance or retreat.

Her original intention was to find out the news of Badian, but after listening to the song just now, she felt that she had gone to the wrong place, and she felt that she had heard such a beautiful song, and she had to sneak around on other people's territory, which was very shameless.

So, to go or not to go?

She didn't make a quick decision.

However, the door of the hut opened, and a man with a candlestick in his hand walked in her direction.

She was startled, and quickly flashed into the bamboo forest behind her and hid.

However, the man seemed to know that she was here, and walked straight to the clump of bamboo, and then stood outside, not moving.

The candlelight shone on the bamboo, shining a dense slender shadow, all pressed on her body, the other party would definitely not see her, and she couldn't see the other party clearly, and the other party had been standing outside, only a foot away from her, but did not speak, nor moved.

What the hell is this man trying to do?

If you know she's here, why don't you speak? Why don't you just pull her out? Is it waiting for her to take the initiative to admit her mistake?

Or does the other party not know that she is hiding in the bamboo bushes, so she is just walking at night? But swim and swim, why stand here and don't move?

Hell yes!

If you walk a lot at night, you will always encounter ghosts, Feng Jinghua has been walking at night for many years, and it is the first time she has encountered this kind of strange thing that makes people scratch their heads.

After standing for a long time, she saw that the other party showed no signs of leaving, so she tentatively coughed lightly, "cough-".

In this way, the other party finally reacted, right?

As a result, the other party still did not react.

Could it be that the other party is actually just a wooden man or something? Or is it just just playing tricks on her?

Feng was shocked, jumped out suddenly, and shouted: "I'm out—"

So she suddenly took a look at the other party, and then froze.

Stunned. Amazing.

The man in front of him...... Is it a real person who exists zài? Isn't it really a phantom that will dissipate when the wind blows?

This person's facial features are very light and light, so faint that people can't remember, so faint that it seems that it will be completely eliminated with a wipe, however, his face and facial features are very beautiful, just like the most clever painter when creating a beauty picture, only the face has not been painted, but the ink is suddenly Yan zhòng is insufficient, and he is reluctant to give up, so he adjusts the ink very lightly, and insists on completing the face with light ink.

Feng Jinghua has seen a lot of stunning colors, but it is the first time to see such a light and beautiful face, and it is a man's face.

Under the moonlight, in the candlelight, this face is too beautiful to be real.

In addition, he smiled lightly and did not move, which made him even more unrealistic.

The night wind blew, the candlelight jumped, Feng Jinghua shook his head, regained his consciousness, and said tentatively: "May I ask what is the name of the child?" ”

She didn't feel the hostility of the other party and should be harmless.

The man's smile deepened slightly, indicating that he was alive, but he didn't speak, just opened his mouth slightly, raised his finger to his mouth, and shook his head.

Feng Jinghua was surprised: "You...... Can't speak? ”

The man smiled and nodded.

In an instant, Feng Jinghua felt quite a lot of regret in his heart, what a pity, such a beautiful character.

Since the other party can't speak, she can only take the initiative: "May I ask if the sound of the piano just now was what Childe talked about?" ”

The man smiled and nodded.

Feng Jinghua whispered lightly, although he couldn't speak with his mouth, he could express his meaning lyrically through the sound of the guò piano, and he could also speak with his eyes, expressions, smiles, and bodies, she could understand his meaning quite easily just by looking at his eyes and expressions.

For example, now, his current attitude towards her is probably like seeing a bird flying into the house, just smiling, not angry, not weird, not impressed, and let it go.

Feng Jinghua looked down at herself, dressed in a night suit, with her head and face covered, only showing a pair of eyes, how weird she looked, but this person had such an attitude, which made her feel defeated without a fight.

She looked up and asked, "Does Childe want to arrest me?" ”

The man smiled and shook his head.

She asked again: "Do you want Childe to be who I am, and what are you doing here?" ”

The man smiled and shook his head.

Feng Jinghua suddenly felt very discouraged: "Aren't you afraid that I'm a killer or something?" ”

The man's smile deepened, and he shook his head as if he thought her question was interesting.

"Okay, then I'll tell you the truth," Feng Jinghua asked with a bit of an open mind, "I saw a few distinguished guests enter here this afternoon, and I came to peek at them." ”

The man pointed to the back, then stretched out two fingers, swinging one after the other, out of the "walking" position.