Compared with the bustling and crowded inner city of Jinling, the bird park is particularly quiet and leisurely. This forest covers an area of about 500 acres, with a fence around the periphery, and there is no sign of it, and there are no high-rise mansions around, so it seems that it belongs to two worlds with Jinling City.

Walking inside, the first thing is a cluster of tall green bamboos, and a path winds into the bamboo forest. The bamboo towers into the sky, making the forest seem quiet and deep from the beginning.

Further on, there is a low forest, all kinds of trees that Su Lian does not know, high and low, evenly distributed in a piece of earth and bluestone.

The further you go, the more colorful the scenery becomes, the green trees gradually turn into various flower trees, and the colorful colors are sprinkled all over the world, walking in it is like a dream.

Su Lian and the two walked for another two miles, and an ancient forest suddenly appeared in front of them, the trees were tall and thick, rugged and heavy, and they were pressed over like mountains and seas, which made people feel awe-inspiring.

Walking along the trail, it seems to be entering another deep world in a paradise. Most of the trees here are towering trees, densely shaded from the sky and the sun, making the light in the forest dim.

In the winding path, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the ears are chirping, the birds are contending, the chaos is orderly, and the noise is peaceful.

At this moment, a flute came softly. The flute sound is crisp but not stabbing, light but not falling, quiet but not confused, or singing or complaining, the tune is elegant and concise, clean and comfortable, which makes people listen to the heart calmly, and the nine orifices are smooth.

Listening carefully, I found that the crisp flute sound was integrated with the chirping of the surrounding birds, and it seemed that the birds were accompanying the flute, and it seemed that the flute sound had penetrated into the song of the birds and merged into one of the birds.

In a trance, people can't tell whether it is the sound of a flute or a birdsong. Suddenly, the sound of the flute changed from flat to slow, from simple to tactful, as if to withdraw from the song of a hundred birds, leave the nest, and find another world.

The sound of the flute has changed from simple to complex, and this flute has turned into a house bird, spreading its wings and flying around the forest, as if bidding farewell to its mother's arms and soaring to the wider sky.

At this time, the resonance singing of the birds has also changed, the spirit bird is like a song, the bird is like a complaint, the dove is like a drum, the bird is like a bell, the crane bird is like a piano, with the flute becomes melodious, becomes soft, seems to be reluctant, seems to be retaining, also seems to be saying goodbye, seems to be encouraging.

In the accompaniment of hundreds of birds, the low sound of hula la, such as silent choking, one after another, from far to near.

A flock of yellow finches flew over Su Lian's head, and he suddenly realized that the hula sound like a whispered voice was the sound of a hundred birds flapping their wings.

One after another, the voices rushed in the direction from which the flute had come to see off the bird that was about to sail away.

Following the footsteps of the flock, Su Lian also hurried towards the bird that was about to leave the flock. He also wants to catch up with the farewell meeting and send blessings to the bird with a big heart and lofty aspirations.

Walking through the dense forest, you will be greeted by a grass garden. This grass garden is independent of the middle of the dense forest, with three acres of wooden houses, five acres of yards, and nine acres of sky.

The wooden house stands alone in the middle of the meadow, with a hall on the first floor, a bedroom on the second floor, and a loft on the third floor, with antique wood color, birch white beams and columns, linden green wood eaves, and a red roof, just like the enchantress in the forest, floating faintly, and the dense forest is integrated.

On the grass in front of the house, a woman with black hair hanging down her waist, emerald green silk skirt, slender and slender standing on the grass, like a fairy flower on the grass, and the grass, with the wooden house, and the forest together, quiet and elegant, such as a glimmer of light and breeze, movement is natural.

Su Lian looked at it at a glance, and it was difficult to move away, for fear that if he was negligent for a moment, the woman would rise in the sky and drive away from the clouds.

At this moment, the woman's fingers are flute, moisturizing her lips and touching lightly, exhaling like an orchid, and the piccolo is like a heavenly thing in her hands, a sound and a harmony, a song and a tune, which seems to be able to mobilize all things in heaven and earth to dance lightly, and the earth recovers after a long drought.

Dancing in harmony with her flute, there are thousands of birds coiling overhead. At this time, the sound of the flute changes from graceful to cheerful, the notes jump smartly, the melody is light and exciting, sometimes there is a flute and two tones, and the sound of the double song is playing, which amazes the listener, and the birds dance suddenly and stop.

Between the turnarounds, the birds followed the rhythm, sang the republic, and flew and danced together. The woman stood among the birds, agile and ethereal, as if she was about to fly and sway at any moment.

The cheerfulness faded away, and the flute slowly turned into a high-pitched voice. The bird, which was about to leave the flock, was giving an impassioned farewell speech to his parents, to his friends, and to the birds who saw him off.

He was telling him what the distance he was going to be, what he was going to do, what the new world he was going to create would look like.

As he spoke, he flew upward, and the birds circled upwards as well. The high-pitched voice became more and more brisk, more and more passionate, and it was difficult to suppress it and went out of the clouds.

The birds danced and followed the sound up the treetops, out of the forest, and out of the sky. Hundreds of birds went away with the sound, and the dense forest was silent for a moment.

The aftermath of the flute is still lingering, but the birds have scattered everywhere with the aftersound. Originally, birds and insects chirped, songs and symphonies, and the happy and lively forest was silent at the moment.

The woman put down the piccolo, clasped her hands behind her back, looked back and smiled at Su Lian, like ripples in the water, long and deep, like a hundred flowers blooming, shining all over the garden.

Su Lian looked at her deep eyes and was stunned for a moment.

"Brother Lian, are you here......" The woman walked lightly in front of Su Lian and said softly. Su Lian looked at her, still spotless, still smart, couldn't help but smile gently, and said, "Qianyin, long time no see, you are still beautiful!" ”

"Sneer......" Luo Qianyin covered her mouth and laughed, and said coquettishly: "I haven't seen you for a long time, it's only been a few days......"

"I haven't seen you for a day, like every three autumns......" Su Lian smiled bitterly: "It's been eight days, it's been a long time......"

"Okay......" Luo Qianyin walked over and grabbed Su Lian's arm, and said gently: "Actually, I am in the same mood as Brother Lian, hehe...... "Su Lian patted the back of her warm hand, and replied seriously: "That's right, haha......"

"Hmph, I knew you would be like this, give you color, and you will be ......" Luo Qianyin said with a wrinkled nose.

"Life is too short, you have to be sneering when it's time to be scolded, hahaha......" Su Lian smiled, and then asked: "Qianyin, the song you just made is really wonderful, is there any fame?" ”

"Hundred birds and phoenixes, haven't you heard of Brother Lian?" Luo Qianyin said indifferently, and led Su Lian to the wooden house.

"I've heard it, but I'm not listening to this tune, and I don't have the taste of your tune, let alone the far-reaching artistic conception in your tune......" Su Lian said in a deep voice.

"Ah, I forgot, Brother Lian is also a master of music, a farewell, a water tune song, has been widely spread among the people......" Luo Qianyin said in a somewhat sarcastic tone, with pride on his face.

"Really?" Su Lian said suspiciously: "No, I didn't sign this song, how do you know that I wrote it?" ”

"Haha......" Luo Qianyin smiled and said, "Xuanmen Hyogo is not only about making weapons, our channels are much more powerful than you think." Also, don't forget, when you made this farewell song at the Donghai Restaurant in Xizi Town, Jiang Zhihe was next to you......"

"Oh......" Su Lian said suddenly: "I see, wow, that's quite scary, won't my every move be able to escape your eyes?" ”

"Hey......" Luo Qianyin said in disgust: "People don't have time to stare at your every move all day long, we only investigate some major sensational events......"

"In that case...... Su Lian smiled mysteriously and asked, "Do you know about the killing of the father and son of the prefect of Haozhou a few days ago?" ”

"Of course we already knew about such a big thing......" Luo Qianyin replied.

"Then have you found out who killed their father and son?" Su Lian asked calmly with a smile.

"The news that came back said that it was done by Manichaean Leng Qian......" Luo Qianyin sighed, stopped, looked at Su Lian and said, "But Qianyin knows, it was Brother Lian who did it, right?" Looking at Luo Qianyin's concerned eyes with concern, Su Lian nodded silently and sighed: "For me, this may be just the beginning......" He stared at Luo Qianyin's gentle and caring eyes, and repeated again: "This is just the beginning, Qianyin, do you understand?" ”