Ah Yuan quietly jumped on the tree a few times, and when he came to the blue brick wall, he saw a young woman playing the flute under the ginkgo tree.

The girl was plain and white, with snow skin and a red face, slender like a green bamboo, elegant and cold, standing under the tree like a picture scroll.

A Yuan's heart suddenly swelled with a trace of emotion, indescribable and unclear. I only feel that the former little bean has changed in time, becoming a slim girl, strange and beautiful, and the little girl with a young voice in his memory is far from it.

This made Ah Yuan a little apprehensive inexplicably.

With an indescribable emotion, he jumped back to the depths of the apricot grove from the other side of the wall, picked a branch and sat down gently, looking at the snowy Luoying, listening to the poignant and lingering flute song, and a beautiful and sad face gradually appeared in his mind.

It was his real mother's face.

This beautiful woman passed away during the coldest season of the year. There are no apricot blossoms like snow to send her off, and there is no soft spring breeze to decorate her bleak eyebrows. She didn't even make it to see him for the last time, and then closed her eyes alone.

Unconsciously, there was a hint of coolness on Ah Yuan's cheeks.

He suddenly remembered that this year was exactly five years after the death of his mother. And he actually forgot to hold a ceremony for his mother.

A-Yuan's body moved, but then he sat down again.

Even if he remembers, what? The person who should do things for his mother the most is now being his grandfather in the capital Jinling. Under the wealth and wealth of the sky, in the Jinxiang Embroidery Garden, who will remember his mother who gave birth to an adulterous son?

A-Yuan's hand involuntarily clenched into a fist.

However, the sound of the flute floated over at this time, sad, poignant, but strangely with a trace of warmth, soothing the resentment and sadness in his heart.

A-Yuan's clenched fist gradually loosened, and he raised his hand to wipe the water from the corner of his eye.

At this time, let this flute sound be his worship. I only hope that his mother can be born in a good family in the next life, and have a smooth, peaceful and happy life.

A-Yuan closed his eyes. A Ren Na Xiao Yun reverberated back and forth in the depths of his heart. He felt that his three souls and seven spirits seemed to have been washed by the sound of the flute, and they became transparent and clear.

For some reason, Ah Yuan became a little greedy for this flute.

Before the end of the rhyme. He didn't want to be disturbed by anyone, and he didn't want to interrupt his feelings with any sound or movement.

Therefore, when he noticed Liu Yun's breath, he was still sitting in the treetops and did not move. He thought. He Jingbian, who was beside Liu Yun, should also be aware of his existence.

But none of them showed up, nor did they speak. As if they didn't want to disturb anything, they just stayed quietly in place, until the sound of the flute stopped, and everything fell silent again, only the apricot blossoms in the east wind were still falling slowly, and Ah Yuan couldn't help but sigh.

He suddenly felt. He came to the temple on the right foot. If not, how could you meet such a moving Xiao Yun? And those emotions that have been blocking his heart have also been slightly relieved by Fu Si's song.

It's just that such a beautiful music is not appreciated by him alone, and there are two more people, Liu Yun and He Jingbian, which makes Ah Yuan dislike. That's why he hurried out of the woods and left Liu Yun behind.

Looking at the unruly back gradually disappearing into the sea of flowers, Liu Yun smiled helplessly and shook his head. He raised his hand to brush away the petals that fell on the sleeves of his robe, and then turned his head to look at the place where the sound of the flute came from.

Through the shadows of the flowers, through the mighty east wind of roll after roll, as far as his eyes could see. It is a corner of a cyan brick wall. The sound of the flute came from the wall.

Liu Yun stared at the corner of the wall, and only turned around and walked out after a long time.

He Jing looked at the high wall, then at Liu Yun, and asked in a low voice, "Master, do you want your subordinates to go down and explore?" ”

Liu Yun smiled and said slowly: "The apricot blossoms are sparse in the shadow." Playing the flute until dawn. Such a poetic and picturesque feeling, I think it can only be appreciated in the smoke and water in the south of the Yangtze River. It's enough to hear this song today, so why bother? He shook his head and walked forward.

He Jing moved his lips and wanted to say something, but after another thought, he finally didn't say a word, and only followed Liu Yun out of the apricot forest in silence.

Another gust of wind blew over, and the petals of the snow fluttered in all directions, tactfully in the quiet mountains of early spring, and scattered the sweet fragrance of flowers into the tall green wall.

Beyond the high walls, there is a beautiful scenery of apricot blossoms blowing snow. Within the high wall, there are only scattered petals passing by occasionally, and even the fragrance of flowers seems to be blocked by this high wall, only a few faint marks remain.

At this time, the Xiangxiang courtyard was quiet, and Qingwu held a tube of purple bamboo jade flute, walked lightly into the west room, and carefully hung the jade flute on the wall.

Shi Jiang stepped forward to pour a cup of tea for Fu Jun, and the green man on the side said enviously: "This song played by the girl is really good, the maid has heard such a beautiful song for the first time." ”

Fu Jun smiled lightly, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes.

Today is her last night at Lingyan Temple, and she will leave for her home tomorrow.

A gust of wind blew a few pieces of apricot blossoms outside the wall, and for some reason, she suddenly became confused.

The falling flowers hovering in the wind one after another reminded Fu Jun of the Wang family and herself.

The Si people have passed away, the soul is gone, and Fu Jun's closest person in this world is lost on the other side of the world, and he can never meet again. And how could she not be the same herself? She is just a lonely soul in another world, wandering alone in the Han Dynasty in this different time and space, and she can never find a sense of belonging.

Almost unconsciously, Fu Jun took off the purple bamboo and jade flute on the wall, came to the ginkgo tree, looked at the apricot blossoms that occasionally floated into the courtyard outside the high wall, and blew her favorite flute song in her previous life - "Messy Red".

The apricot blossoms in the mountain temple are silent, and the red flies over the swing.

In this situation, it is okay to say that Fu Jun feels nostalgic for her life experience, or that she misses her mother. All her dazed and lamented are in this song.

This is about the best flute music Fu Jun has ever played in his life. If Master Liu is here, I am afraid that he will be so happy that he will say yes again and again, and feel happy that his hard work over the years has not been wasted.

After the song was played, Fu Jun was a little tired, so he sat on the armchair in front of the window to rest, and heard Qingman still talking about something, and there was a faint reluctance in his heart.

I'm afraid there won't be many quiet days like this in the future.

Before coming to Lingyan Temple, she received a letter from Fu Geng, saying that he would leave for Beijing with his family at the end of April and take up the post of imperial envoy of the left deputy capital of the Inspectorate. At that time, Fu Jun also needed to return to the capital Jinling with him and return to the Pingnan Hou Mansion. (To be continued.) )