When he arrived at Fushui Academy, Zhao Yun hid in his bedroom without even changing his clothes, crying loudly. In the end, Zhao Yun stopped crying bitterly. He stepped into the bathing barrel and washed himself vigorously. He endured the severe pain, and washed the place where he was invaded by Hua Yun, and all the blood washed out. It was a heart-piercing pain, but it still couldn't compare to the pain in his heart.

Zhao Yun's eyes were full of resentment and indifference, and even resentment and indifference were getting weaker and weaker, and all that was left was despair and nothingness. Zhao Yun had never suffered such humiliation in his life, and he planned to use all his strength to avenge Hua Yun's shame and humiliation against him, and he would not hesitate to give everything.

Every time Zhao Yun feels uncomfortable, he has to stroke the qin, and only by touching the qin can he relieve the bitterness and troubles in his heart. This is a special habit he has developed since childhood.

It was noon, it was time for lunch and nap, but he didn't want to eat or sleep, he just wanted to play the piano. He instructed his boy to bring his precious piano to the Yulin Garden, a resting place for Taixue.

There are many flowers and trees in the garden, and most of them are precious and rare species. In this prosperous summer, these precious flowers and trees are blooming and stretching one after another, and the fragrance of various flowers and plants fills the entire forestry. Zhao Yun didn't like this kind of prosperity, which was in stark contrast to the desolation and pain in his heart, as if it had aggravated his own desolation and pain. He walked aimlessly in the Nursery Garden. There is no place in the forest garden to your heart's content. He was even more annoyed, and he felt that the whole world was working against him.

Suddenly, when he folded over a rock, a large area of sand suddenly appeared in front of him. The sand is deliberately piled up to look like a desert, but the scale is much smaller than the real desert. At the entrance, there is a large stone monument with the inscription "Heavenly Desert". There are some stubborn cacti plants scattered in the desert. The shape of these cacti is extremely grotesque, as if they were specially grown to mock this merciless and ridiculous world. He walked in the desert with the boy, his shoes filled with sand. He simply took off his shoes and walked barefoot. In the middle of the desert, there is a very thick tree, with a thick and round trunk, as thick as three or four people embracing it, but the tree is not too tall, only about twenty feet. The canopy is a short, stout branch of a tree. These small branches have only one layer, densely packed with large, light purple leaves. These large leaves, together with the trunk, form a strange umbrella shape. This is a tree species that Zhao Yun has never seen before. The abrupt and thick trunk of this tree made Zhao Yun immediately think of Hua Yun's erect body. He turned around and wanted to leave, but he found that there were small spots on the trunk, and the small spots were beautiful oval, which reminded Zhao Yun of the tears he was about to cry dry. He looked around and felt that this barren little desert, with its grotesque shapes and brightly colored trees, and its teardrop-like spots, matched his state of mind perfectly.

He told the boy to lay down his harp, his harp, his jug, and his tea-cup, and spread a cushion under the trunk of the tree, and then said to him, "Go back." Just pick me up for dinner. ”

"Yes, Childe. Do you still burn incense? The boy asked.

"No need. It is not suitable for burning incense. I'll just sit here for a while, and you don't have to come and take care of it. ”

"Yes, Childe. However, the sun is too hot in the summer, and Childe must be careful not to suffer from heat stroke. ”

"Got it. Go back. ”

The boy bowed and left.

Zhao Yun didn't stroke the piano immediately, but first leaned his head on the thick tree trunk and pressed his head against an oval teardrop spot. He closed his eyes, and he seemed to feel that this tree trunk was Hua Yun. He hated the trunk, but he didn't want to leave it. He was annoyed at his uselessness. He still hated Hua Yun's ruthlessness just now, but now when he sees this tree trunk, he can't help but miss Hua Yun. He stroked the trunk of the tree with his hand, as if he was caressing Hua Yun's body. He recalled the feeling he had felt when he cleaned Hua Yun's body last night, and he liked that feeling. He prefers the feeling of Hua Yun entering him and galloping through his body, a feeling of intimacy between the two of them. Although his body was very painful and strange at that time, the pain and the rhythm of Hua Yun's body movement made him feel very safe.

However, these feelings will never be felt again. Hua Yun has already made it very clear. Hua Yun is different from herself. Hua Yun only did those things to himself when he was drunk, mistaking himself for a woman, but he himself clearly knew that he and Hua Yun were the same men, and he also clearly knew what they were doing at that time. This is fundamentally different. He is fundamentally different from Hua Yun.

When he thought of this, his heart seemed to be blocked by something, and he was so suffocated that he couldn't breathe. He was not depressed and miserable because he couldn't do those things with Hua Yun anymore, he was miserable because he could no longer have that incomparable feeling of intimacy and integration with Hua Yun.

But these are irreparable. He himself knows this. What Hua Yun said to himself, Hua Yun's resolute expression at that time told him this. When Hua Yun talked about last night's incident, there was a disgust in his eyes that could not be concealed. This made Zhao Yun especially unacceptable. He would rather Hua Yun trick him for a while, so that his beautiful intimate feeling could last a little longer, even if it was for him to carry this feeling through the day. Even if it's just for a day. But Hua Yun didn't. As soon as Hua Yun opened his eyes, he said those words to himself ruthlessly, making him completely dead to Hua Yun. This is the purpose of Huayun. Hua Yun is such a mellow person, and he can say so ruthlessly today, which shows his determination, and also shows how disgusted he is with what happened last night. When he thought that he was disgusted by Hua Yun, and was disgusted by Hua Yun because of their intimacy, he was even more annoyed and miserable.

Zhao Yun's mind entered an indescribable state. He walked away from the trunk of the tree, endured the stinging pain in the back, and slowly sat down at the back of the case. In his eyes, it was a wonderful sight. The summer blue sky is covered with layers of white clouds, probably about to rain, these white clouds are moving quickly, and it is dark in the distance. The wind rose, but it didn't roll up the sand, just blew the leaves on the strange tree with a popping sound, as if it were the sound of tears. Zhao Yun put his hand on the strings and stroked the piano with his mood.

All of Zhao Yun's feelings are put into the strings. the love and dependence he himself has confirmed for Hua Yun; His heartbeat when he cleaned Hua Yun last night, the joy and peak coolness when he and Hua Yun became one, the sense of trust he once had in this life and Hua Yun for life, and the dedication to do everything for Hua Yun born in his heart, after that, his feelings became deep resentment, resentment, resentment, despair, hatred after being rejected by Hua Yun, and then it was a complex entanglement and helplessness.

These layers of emotion are clearly displayed, and finally they are completely entangled and burst out in a concentrated manner. Zhao Yun's strings radiated an unprecedented power under his hands, as if the strings were connected with his heart, the strings had life, a supreme aura and wisdom, and he could read his own mood, sort out the level of his own mood, and then express it in a cocoon. Zhao Yun felt that the most secret places in his heart, those small corners that he never wanted to admit, the strings could be seen, read, and spoken, and he felt that he was completely seen through, completely seen through the strings, and the strings were not the sound made by their own caressing, but the sound that the strings controlled their hands and then made by themselves. He was frightened by this, afraid that he would not have anything hidden at all. But he is also glad that he finally has a real soulmate, and the strings have become his soulmate, a deepest and most true soulmate. He didn't want to stop, but he had to stop, because the strings were about to stop, and the strings had already completely expressed their feelings, and any more note was repetitive and cumbersome. Zhao Yun sat there stunned, immersed in the state of unity of the human piano. He stared at his piano and couldn't believe that he had played the song himself. Even the most astute luthier would never be able to play such a superb piece of music.

Suddenly, the trunk of the tree came out with a human voice:

"Hooligans, hugging cloth trade silk. Bandits come to trade silk, and I seek to come. Send the son to wade Qi, as for Dunqiu. I am scared, and there is no good matchmaker. There will be no anger, and the autumn will be for a period of time.

Take advantage of the other wall, in the hope of recovering the customs. I didn't see the resumption, and I was crying and rippling. Seeing the resumption of customs, laughing and talking. Erbul Zhen, no blame. Bring the chariot with me, and bribe me to move.

The mulberry has not fallen, and its Ye Woruo. Yu Yu dove! No edible mulberries. Yu Wow Girl! There is no such thing as a delay. The skewness of the scholar can still be said. The woman's timidity cannot be said. ”

This is the "Hooligans" in the "Book of Songs", which is written about the feelings of a woman missing a man, which accurately reflects her current feelings. The sound of the trunk was pleasant, like that of a young man. Zhao Yun turned around, opened his mouth wide in surprise, and quietly listened to the tree's chanting. It's a talking tree. He planned to tell Hua Yun as soon as he returned, and then let Hua Yun come and see the talking tree. He suddenly realized that he couldn't tell Hua Yun, and he would never talk to Hua Yun again. He hated Hua Yun.

"You, how can you speak human words? Why do you still recite the Book of Songs? ”

"Am I chanting your heart?" The tree said.

"Yes and what? Isn't it? ”

"Did you say yes or no?"

"Yes!" Zhao Yun felt that this was a sacred tree. There is no need to lie to a sacred tree yourself.

"That's good. You play the piano very well, but the fingering is too hard and needs to be a little softer. If you take a softer approach, the song will be more flavorful. It's more in line with your mood. ”

"You are a tree, do you also know the piano?"

"Isn't your harp made of trees? If I heard it right, your piano is made of ancient paulownia wood, and it is made after the ancient paulownia wood has dried up for more than a hundred years. Isn't this what we made of trees? ”

"Yes. You're a tree, and it's not unusual to know that. Zhao Yun slowly approached the tree, gently stretched out his hand, and tried to reach for the trunk, wanting to touch the tree to see why he could speak.

Then the tree said, "Sure enough." Your piano is expensive, but it's not suitable for playing this piece. ”

Zhao Yun knew that the lesson tree must have found that he wanted to touch it, so he withdrew his hand in fright and asked, "Why?" What's wrong? ”

"You are a teenager, and what you say in the music is also a teenager's emotion, how can you play it with such an old ancient paulownia wooden piano?"

"What kind of piano should I use?"

"Your tune, playing it on the piano, is not suitable at all."

"You are a tree, what kind of tune do you know? I composed this piece myself, and I can play it how I want, and I can play whatever I want, and I say that what is suitable is what is appropriate. You are a tree, although you have become a spirit, how can you know what we people think? ”

"I don't see it. You like music so much, why don't you ask me what kind of instrumental music I think is best to play? ”

"You said it yourself. You say, what is the right way for me to play this piece? ”

"With a hole flute."

"Nonsense! The piano is the king of a hundred instruments, and there is no piece that the piano can't play. ”

"You've been taught bad by those vulgar musicians. Any kind of instrumental music has its own flaws. The piece you just played happens to be the defect of the piano, which cannot be reached by the power of the piano. Therefore, no matter how clever the luthier is, he will not be able to play the most authentic meaning of your song. ”

"You're such a nasty tree. What's the use of you just talking, anyway, there is no hole flute at the moment, let alone a master flute, who can prove that what you say is right or wrong. ”

"I can."

"You're a tree, how can you blow a hole flute?! You're still a deceitful dryad. It's an annoying dryad. ”

"Isn't the hole flute made of trees, and bamboo is also a tree?"

Zhao Yun understood, it might really be a tree god, otherwise how could he know these things?

"Then you blow it and I'll listen. What's the use of you just talking. ”

The tree paused slightly, then made the sound of a flute. The tone of the dong flute is exactly the same as the tone of the piano he just stroked, but the sound of the flute is low and low, like a sigh, and it seems to be complaining; It seems to be full of love, and it is like full of hatred. Zhao Yun was completely immersed in the sound of Dong Xiao. This song of the cave flute not only speaks his own mood, but also seems to encompass the whole heaven and earth, first let his mind turn into the whole heaven and earth, so that all love, resentment, hatred, entanglement, longing, and hope are presented one by one, and then gathered together to explode. This Xiaoqu seems to have turned heaven and earth into his own mood, Zhao Yun feels that he is heaven and earth, he has seen the highest and farthest place, he even saw it a long, long time ago, and after seeing it for a long, long time, he took off his skin and became the whole heaven and earth, this Xiaoqu made himself a god. All of Zhao Yun's grievances disappeared. It's an amazing feeling.

The sound of the flute stopped. At the end of the song, Zhao Yun had to admit that what the tree said was right, Dong Xiao really reflected his mood better, and also guided his own mood. But this dong flute obviously didn't change its tune. Because of this, Zhao Yun felt even more that what this divine tree said was right.

Zhao Yun looked at the sacred tree and said, "What you said is right. I believed. ”

"That's good."

"Why did you use Xiao Yin to enlighten me and make me no longer uncomfortable?"

"Because I don't want to see you uncomfortable."

"But you're a tree. How can you know what we humans think? Besides, how can you blow a hole flute? You're not bamboo, how can you make the sound of a hole flute made of bamboo? Can you do that? ”

The tree did not speak.

Zhao Yun was a little anxious, and asked urgingly: "Say it quickly, say it quickly." ”

The tree said, "Because I'm not a tree." ”

After the sound ended, a man stepped out from behind the tree.

This startled Zhao Yun. He took a few steps back and stared at the man. This is a man in the wind of Yushu. You should be slightly older than you and have a longer body. The man was dressed in plain clothes, a robe that hung down to the ground, and there was no belt. He wore no crown on his head, but tied his hair in a simple bun with a turquoise bamboo-shaped hosta, and his hair was scattered over his shoulders. The best thing is the man's appearance, his face is handsome and unbelievable. This is a kind of handsomeness that is diametrically opposed to Zhao Yun's own peerless beauty, the kind of handsomeness that only young men have, a mixture of juvenile and adult masculinity. His eyebrows, eyes and facial features are not a strange standard, and they are not even as beautiful as Hua Yun's facial features, but these facial features are put together and placed on his face, showing an incomparable harmony. The beauty of this harmony is even more striking than that of the Peugeot features, as if the face was meant to prove to the world that the beauty of harmony is far greater than the beauty of delicacy.

And the man's expression. His expression was unpredictable, his eyes seemed to be looking at Zhao Yun, but he didn't seem to be looking at Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun didn't know if he was a person or an incarnation of a tree god.

"Are you human?" Zhao Yun blurted out.

The man smiled and walked in front of Zhao Yun. The man was a head taller than Zhao Yun, he bent down slightly, approached Zhao Yun, and said, "Look at me, is it a person?" ”

Zhao Yun was a little scared, but he still had the courage to touch the man's face, then retracted and said, "You should be human." My grandmother told me that the human body is hot, while the spirit body is cold. ”

"Have you ever seen a spirit?" The man said with a smile.

"I didn't. But I heard my grandmother tell me. There are many spirits in the mountains. Just like the tree god just now, there are many of them on the mountain. ”

"Oh, is it? What kind of tree gods are there? ”

"They are all tree gods formed by some big trees that are more than 1,000 years old, and in our Fushui, many people go to Fuliu Mountain to worship the tree god."

"Have you ever worshipped?"

"I went with my father to see people worship, but I didn't worship myself."

"And have you heard of any other spirits?"

"Yes. I heard that there was a dragon in the sea, and the ancestors of Shamrock Island had seen it. Also, I heard that there are snow monsters in Beiling County. There are even more spirits on the snow-capped mountains of Canaan. Haven't you heard? Zhao Yun felt very strange, he had never seen this person, and he didn't know who this person was, and he actually talked so much to him. I'm a man of few words. Even with Huayun, there are not so many words. Zhao Yun thought of Hua Yun again, and Zhao Yun hated himself for this.

"I've heard some of it, too. Let's go back and talk a little bit about spirits. I've seen really weird ones. The man said. When he said this, he was like a little teenager, with a sly glint in his eyes.

Zhao Yun was amused by his appearance and said, "You liar. How can you ever see a spirit? I don't believe it. ”

"But I believe all the spirits you say. Why don't you believe me? ”

"Because, because, I don't know." Zhao Yun was a little discouraged by the question.

"Ho, you're shy." The man smiled and said, "You're so pretty." I have never seen such a beautiful little child. Whose child are you? ”

"I'm not a child, I'm fourteen years old." Zhao Yun said in his unique voice that was in the middle of the voice change period. Zhao Yun deliberately straightened his chest, but the person was too tall, and his momentum was compared.

The man was considerate, squatted down a little, and said, "You see, you are as tall as me now, and you don't need to hold your chest up anymore." ”

Zhao Yun felt that this person was very interesting, so he looked into this person's eyes and smiled.

The man then said, "You haven't said whose child you are." Oh no, it's not a child, it's a childe, right? ”

"My father is the county guard of Fushui."

"It turned out to be Zhao Junshou's son. Your name is Zhao Yun, right? ”

"How do you know my name?"

"I'm the god of trees." The man tilted his head and teased Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun suddenly remembered that this person was hiding behind a tree and pretending to be a tree god to deceive himself just now, so he pouted and said, "Why are you pretending to be a tree god to deceive me." You're an adult, how can you deceive people? You're so good-looking, you shouldn't be a deceitful person. ”

"You're a complimentary. However, I didn't lie to you, you thought of me as a tree god. ”

"Even if you were, you shouldn't have been hiding behind a tree to talk to me. You say, don't you? ”

"Well, I apologize to you."

"Okay, I accept it." Zhao Yun was unceremoniously.

"But actually, there's a reason I'm hiding behind a tree."

"What is the reason? Don't be forceful! ”

"I'm afraid that as soon as I come out, my hole flute won't be able to help you get rid of your troubles. People are a burden to music, and once music is attached to a person's image, music loses its most authentic aura. Do you think, if I had come out first, would you have listened attentively to my? You're probably just curious about me as a person, aren't you? ”

Zhao Yun nodded and said, "What you said is also quite reasonable. I want to thank you for your dong flute. And the "Hooligans" you recited. ”

"I don't know if I'm right or wrong about your tune?"

"That's right. It's even more thorough than I can figure it out myself. ”

"Thank you for the compliment. Your piano is also very good. ”

"You just said that I didn't care well enough, and now you're coming to comfort me. Still, I'm glad you comforted me. ”

"I'm not comforting you. You're really caressing well. What is rare is that you play the piano very affectionately, which is more clever than any technique. However, in terms of fingering, you are using the fingering that is popular in the south, and the fingering is hard and the tune is soft, and you can't play to the strengths of the qin. The top masters of Fuqin are all in the Holy Capital. I'll go back and recommend a few to you, and let them point you out, and your piano skills will be even more perfect. ”

"Thank you. Your hole flute is also very good. It's exactly the same tune as mine, but it can get me out with the adjustment of the breath alone. It's amazing. I didn't like the dong flute before, and I thought the sound of the dong flute was not as aura as the guqin. ”

"Every kind of instrumental music has an aura, not to mention the dong flute, even the drum, as long as it is played well, it is also moving. And, as I said, every kind of instrumental music has its own flaws, which cannot be remedied by any technique, but only by another instrument. ”

"That's a good point. Then I ask you, what is the defect of the cave flute? ”

"The strength of the dong flute is that it is easy to express feelings of grief, so is the flaw, and the dong flute is beyond the power to express joy and optimism."

"But you enlightened me with a hole flute? How can this be explained? ”

"That's a good question. There are many kinds of grief and resentment. Some are desperate and sad, some are resentful and resentful, and some are full of hopeful grief. Yours is full of hopeful grievances, so the cave flute can play a guiding role, and through the voice of grief and grief, you can give birth to your own inner hope. So, in the final analysis, it wasn't my dongxiao that enlightened you, but you enlightened you yourself. ”

Zhao Yun thought for a while and said, "What you said is really good. ”

The man smiled. The smile was very contagious, and when Zhao Yun saw this person's smile, it seemed that all his troubles were gone.

Zhao Yun said: "They say I'm good-looking. But I think you're really good-looking. ”

The man looked very happy and said, "Thank you for the compliment." It's the first time we've met, but we're bosom friends. Although there are many top masters in the Holy Capital who are proficient in music and rhythm, they cannot find a soulmate. So, I have to thank you for letting me find my soulmate. ”

"Thank you too, you are also my soulmate."

"We're not just bosom friends, but we're also very close."

"Yes, we are very close. If I don't come here today, we won't see each other. ”

"If you don't come here today, we'll meet again. And we may see each other more often in the future. ”

"How do you know?"

"Because I'm Jane."

"Are you...... His Royal Highness the King of Fushui County? ”

"Exactly."

"Meet His Royal Highness." Zhao Yun never expected that this man was the newly divided King of Yushui County, His Majesty's son.

"You don't have to be polite, Your Majesty's new policy said that we are not a monarch and a minister. And we are the same age, if there are no outsiders, you don't call me His Royal Highness, just call me Jane. ”

"It's not quite right. You're a prince......"

"What's out of the ordinary? Are we friends? ”

"Forget it. Haven't we become bosom friends? Zhao Yun said.

Xiao Jian laughed again and said, "You are really interesting. ”

"You're also very interesting."

"That's good. You'll call me Jane from now on. I'll call you yes. Wouldn't that be nice? ”

"Okay. Listen to you. ”

"It's a deal. It's not too early, let's go back, it looks like it's going to rain. ”

Sure enough, thick black clouds had rolled over in the distance, and a heavy rain was brewing. The wind was also getting stronger.

At this moment, a group of people ran over in the distance, and when they got closer, they found that it was a few chamberlains and a few Nangong guards, who were carrying a chariot. The leading chamberlain knelt down and said, "Your Highness, you can find Your Highness." It's about to rain, but it's a bad slave. ”

Xiao Jian glanced at Zhao Yun, smiled, and then said to the chamberlain and Nangong guards, "What are you anxious about, I will go back myself." I've told you, don't come here to bother me. There was no annoyance in his tone, but there was a natural irresistible majesty.

"Your Highness is angry. How dare the slave and maid come and disturb His Highness? It's the queen who has returned to the palace! ”

"Didn't the queen mother go to Jianzhang Palace to cool off?"

"I'm back to the palace today. As soon as Niangniang entered the Changqiu Palace, she wanted to see His Highness, so the slave maid had the courage to come over to disturb His Highness. Please calm your anger. ”

"Since the queen mother has summoned you, you should have come. It's not your fault. Let's go, go back to the palace. Xiao Jian bent down and said, "I'm going back to the palace, let's talk another day, okay?" ”

"Oh, Your Highness." Zhao Yundao.

Xiao simply straightened his waist, pointed to the several attendants who carried the chariot and said, "You use the chariot to send Zhao Gongzi back to Taixue." I'll walk back to the palace by myself, so it's faster. ”

"Whoa!"

"No......, okay. Thank you, Your Highness! Zhao Yun said incoherently.