The spring rain is quiet and the night is silent, and the flute sighs and sighs are poetic.

The mountains and forests are dense, and it is independent in the bustling city.

Silence has the benefit of quietness, and the clear sound seems to be able to reach the heavens, melodious and tactful along the mountain wind to the four directions.

In the east courtyard of Mingtang, there are refreshments on the tea table, and Shi Xuanxuan is playing chess with her husband Luo Bin. Now Luo Bin's chess skills have improved greatly, and the two have killed hundreds of contacts, and the winner has not yet been decided.

The sound of the flute was faint at first, but it was very fresh and pleasant when you listened closely. Shi Xuanxuan stopped the movements between his hands, concentrating on the meaning of the tune. Luo Bin nodded from time to time with the music, and his fingers subconsciously tapped the chessboard.

"It's a simple song, but it's a far-reaching one. It seems that he has all kinds of thoughts to tell, but he doesn't spit out a word. Shi Xuanxuan said softly, and Luo Bin nodded in response: "Yes." You know more about the tune than I do. To me, it just feels simple with a strong nostalgia. ”

The two glanced at each other, Shi Xuanxuan came to Luo Bin's side, leaned his head on his shoulder, closed his eyes and listened carefully to the sound of the flute coming from nowhere in the dark night.

Guiwu and Helan walked out of the room together, sat on the crooked neck tree in the south courtyard, and looked at the roof of Runlu on the mountainside.

"Father, this flute sounds so good!"

"yes, that's nice. ”

Looking at the figure standing on the roof, Guiwu's eyes narrowed, "It's just that there seems to be affection in this flute... How can a young girl have such a blank breath, cough..."

"Father!" Helan patted Gui Wu's back, and when she wanted to speak, Gui Wu smiled and touched her head, just like when she was a child, gently and softly.

"Helan'er, Father knows that you love that kid. If you like it, go and tell him, the Father has your back.

No matter what the result is, we Helan'er don't be sad, Father Ya promised you, we will live in the world and will not return to Feiyu Luoxi.

With the father here, thousands of years can wait, and he will always wait for a good man who loves our Helan'er wholeheartedly. ”

Helan blushed and turned away, still leaning her head on her father's arm as she did when she was a child, and her mind drifted away...

Lin Ran, who was lying on the bed, had not yet fallen asleep, opened his eyes half-asleep and sat up slowly.

The sound of the flute passed through the mountains and houses, and although it was not very bright, the melody was clear and audible.

She leaned on the head of the bed and listened quietly for a while, and a strong longing suddenly appeared in her heart. picked up the mobile phone at the bedside and dialed Bai Youfei's phone.

Bai and Fei are really like what he said, and they will pay attention to her call at any time.

"Dyer, what's wrong?

"Xiaofei, where are you?"

"I'm ready to rush back, I just arrived in Yinchuan. Dye..."

"Huh?"

"I miss you. ”

"I miss you too!"

"Wait, I'll be back soon after I've been busy with this part of the past two days. ”

"Well, Dumbo..."

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, you have to take care of yourself when you're out there!"

“... Rest assured. Dye..."

"Hmm. ”

"I prepared gifts for Brother Fusu and Sister Xuanxuan, I, I..." On the other side of the phone, Bai Youfei's voice was a little cramped, and his breathing was a little heavy.

"What's wrong?"

"I, I want to ask for marriage, I want to marry you!"

“... Hate..."

"What the hell is hate? I want to marry you, but you actually say that you hate it, shouldn't you say those three words?"

"Dead hate, are these three words?" Lin Ran scolded with a smile while holding the phone.

In the dark night, the little couple told each other their heartfelt feelings in the air.

"Dip, what's the sound?" Ah Demon's face looked slightly better, leaning on the side of the bed to recuperate, and he didn't open his eyes and only asked softly.

"It's supposed to be the sound of a flute. The crystal man sat on the chair next to the bed without leaving the side, and the ice crystal spiritual power under his hand continued to float towards the demon on the bed, infiltrating into his body one by one.

"Oh?" the demon opened his eyes and listened for a while, shaking his head slightly, a smile on his lips.

"That's nice. I don't know who's playing?"

The demon said, dipping open the colorful and mysterious eyes, and looked at a corner of the room.

In fact, she didn't look at the interior, but saw people playing piccolo on the roof of Runlu through layers of obstacles.

"It's that girl from Fusu. ”

"Oh? Sangxia's girl still has such attainments! The demon smiled and was slightly amazed.

Dip closed his eyes and was silent. The rhythm is incomprehensible, the tune is unknown, and if you don't understand it, you don't care about this kind of wind and snow, and only bury your head in your subordinates and continue to ooze spiritual power to explore the demon.

Qiao Ziye giggled in his dreams and slept soundly.

How beautiful this dream is. Su'er in the dream is like the most well-behaved girl, she never hits him, he says whatever he wants. In the dream, he also kissed her face, holding a pair of soft wattles and rubbing them gently, so warm!

Fusu silently came to the midnight room, took out the 'bell' he locked in the deep cabinet, and quietly came to the roof of the studio. Sitting cross-legged on the glass ceiling, placing the piano on the knees of both legs, it was unexpectedly stable.

Before the flute fell, the piano sounded in harmony.

The flute is made by Fusu from the purple bamboo of the woodland, and the qin is an ancient thing.

The sound of the flute is clear, the sound of the piano is ancient, one flute and one piano, and the fusion makes the tune more beautiful and indescribable.

Naturally, from the acacia tunes sung by the singer to the old songs she once played.

Fusu wrote it down after hearing it twice, and it was attached at this time, just right. The rain did not stop, and Fusu's whole body lingered in the white light.

The 'bell' is the flesh of the heart of the midnight, and if it is drenched in rain, I will not only be sorry for the piano but also sorry for him.

Sang Xia was exposed to the rain indifferently, wet his long hair and wet his clothes, and the cloth wind bird beside him flew up when he heard the sound of the piano, and a clear sound spread throughout the mountains and forests.

Shi Xuan snuggled in Luo Bin's arms, and when he looked up, he met his gentle gaze, and a thousand words were in each other's hearts.

She smiled and buried her head in her arms...

Guiwu and Helan hung on the tree and looked at a pair of pianos and flutes on the mountainside, Helan was full of envy, and Guiwu smiled and patted his daughter's hand like a loving father.

"Ahh

The demon smiled, "I'm fine." Don't worry. It's just that I haven't listened to Fusu Fuqin for a long time. At that time, I had just come to the world and met him.

He always said that he was not good at music, and it sounded like this at this time, but the sound of this piano was rich and natural, and I don't know what kind of treasure it was. ”

"Do you like it?!," he asked, soaking in white air.

Ah Demon hurriedly shook his head, "I just said that the sound of the piano is very good, don't make up your mind, Midnight loves these utensils the most." If you lose it, you will probably cry to death. ”

He tilted his head again and listened to the tune for a while, shaking his head to indicate that he couldn't hear anything at all.

A demon muttered: "At that time, every time I came in the middle of the night, he would stroke the piano to me, and if his Guangling San was matched with this piano sound, it would be a perfect match..."

The memories of Ah Demon's face, the past years are always better than the present.

At least, that's exactly what it is for people who are caught between a rock and a hard place.

...... The wind blows, the rain falls. There is no feast that will not be dispersed, and there will always be an end.

The flute player and the piano player looked at each other on the roof of the dark night, and both flew down.

The listeners who listened attentively in the courtyards of Mingtang retracted their minds one after another, returned to their rooms, and then fell asleep or were full of thoughts...

Not a word, not a word.

After Fusu put back the 'trumpet bell', he heard the sound of the shower.

.......

In the early hours of the next morning, it was still dark.

The world is still shrouded in blue-gray, and it has rained all night, and it will come to an end at this time.

There was a low courtyard lamp on the grass, and Sang Xia sat alone on the swing rack in the backyard, the rain had dried up, and even the dew on Bu Feng's body that had been stained all night was carefully brushed away by her with a cotton cloth.

She had been hanging on the swing for almost an hour, her head resting on the thick rope beside her, and if it weren't for the blinking of her eyes, others would have thought it was a wax figure that looked like a very good deity.

Looking at the blue sky with the occasional few tenacious raindrops falling overhead, I don't know what to think. She took her phone out of her pocket and looked at it, it was 5:30, and the time was almost up. A little later, maybe Su'er will be back.

Night travelers really do what they want, and if they can't, they can't be restrained and no one can control them, and when they want to patrol the night and when they call it a day, everything is up to them. It's a good job.

She thought about it in her heart, and Bu Feng, who was squatting next to the swing frame, opened her bird's eyes and called out to Sang Xia.

"The steamed buns are cold and not delicious. You should go back to the woodland first, and if I can come back, I'll come back to play with you, okay?" she said with a smile as she touched the head of the Buffalo Bird.

'Yo woo' Bu Feng Bird anxiously circled around Sang Xia.

"No, I can't take you there, it's dangerous. He said, you're an elf bird in the woodland, and you don't belong here. ”

'Yo woo, yo woo' Bu Feng Bird kept knocking on Sang Xia's hand hanging next to the swing frame with his beak.

"Well, you are obedient. As long as I come back, I will definitely take you to eat better steamed buns. ”

'Yo-woo, yo-woo'...

"Disobedient, I'm angry. Sanxia raised his head in feigned anger and glanced at the dumb bird.

'Yo-woo, yo-woo'...

"What? Can you protect me?! Come on, look at the way you look like this, you can't eat long, and you still protect me. Huh.."

'Yo woo woo', 'yo woo woo'...

The Bufeng bird seemed to be in a hurry, fluttering in a daze, spreading its long wings, jumping up and down, flying left and right, and circling around Sanxia.

"Oh, why are you so shameless? You have been to the place where the dead go? I don't believe it!"

Fusu and the others thought that she was pretending to be able to understand the bird language of the Bufeng Bird, but in fact, she could indeed understand it.

'Yo woo woo', Bu Feng Bird nodded his head as if he was very proud.

"Really? Well, if he promises to let you go, I'll take you. lest he say that I abducted you out of the woodland. Sang Xia thought about it, and still had to ask Fusu, otherwise she would have to blame her again.

'Yo woo woo' Bufeng Bird retracted its wings, and the tall feathers above its head opened slightly.

"Oh?!, do you dare to say no to this to him?"

'Yo Woo Woo'

"Okay, you have a kind. Then I'll call him. ”

The dialogue between one person and one bird is very pleasant, and there is no obstacle at all.

Fusu's door was pushed open. It had been a long time since he had slept so unburdened like this night.

Is it because of the determination that has been made, or is it because of something else?

Fusu didn't know that he was still dreaming, with a shallow smile on his lips. It's just that when a pair of cold little hands slapped on his face, the smile disappeared in an instant.

He opened his eyes and looked at her in amazement. After a while, I settled my mind.

Sit up and ask, "What's wrong?"

Sang Xia withdrew his mischievous little hand, glanced at him, turned around and said, "It's time to go!"

Fusu ......

I knew that she had already decided, but I didn't know that she would be so decisive.

The door closed and there was not even a trace of his back, Fusu sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, and he couldn't tell the taste in his heart.

Actually, there are omens. All the signs of last night, the sound of the flute played in the middle of the night, are all conveying her thoughts. Even if he couldn't hear the sound of his thoughts, Fusu also sensed a hint of parting in the flute.

It's just that it's too sudden. However, there is never the best time to say goodbye.

It was once said that when we are ready to leave, we must seriously say goodbye to the people around us. Solemnly farewell.

Because you don't know if this goodbye will be short-lived or, forever.

The vast sea of people, each going to the east and west. Turning around and plunging into the world, maybe life and death are separated.

Even if you are alive, maybe that person will never appear in your life again.

Whenever I miss it, whenever I think about it, that wisp of regret because I didn't say goodbye will be like a letter with a poisonous tongue confiding in nobody.

But for her, perhaps this is the best way. It's like it never existed, coming from and going from place to place. She always wanted to separate herself from this world. Can't do it. Then pretend that you don't have anything to do with everyone.

Then she will never come back. No one will regret it.

Although, she said that she hoped everyone really liked her. But in essence, she consciously thinks that she is redundant.

There is no need to say goodbye, and no one will regret where she is going or what she is doing.

Write several pieces of letterhead in the room, each in an envelope with your name written on it, and place them on the table one by one. Fusu was also ready to never return.

Her decisiveness, he gave her. Whether it was proper or not, he was willing to follow her heart.

Every time in the past, it was Xiao Sangxia who followed his footsteps, and she would go wherever he went. Without even negotiating, he made plans for the future of the two of them alone.

And this time, he willingly wanted to follow her heart. Sure enough, he had no way to take her.

Dressed lightly, Sang Xia only wore a white cotton shirt and a long knitted coat, and nothing else. In his hand, he carried a small bag, which was full of steamed buns. Fusu couldn't cry or laugh a little, why is this?

After listening to Sang Xia's explanation of Bufeng's meaning, Fusu sighed secretly, "Let's go." However, once in the realm of the dead, you return it to the woodlands. ”

'Yo-woo'

"It says it's not in your hands now, it's my owner. Sang Xia proudly raised his little face and explained for Bu Feng.

Fusu... Before he set off, there was an internal commotion and a headache.

I am too lazy to fight with this person for the ownership of the ownership issue.

The golden light flashed, and the two of them and one bird disappeared into the backyard of Runlu.

The spring rain, which had stopped for a moment, fell again from mid-air. It was like a hole had been broken, and the rain effortlessly filled the stream at the mountain stream. Rushing water bubbling over the rocks...

There was no sunlight, and the faint light in the east tore through the blue-gray sky, and the earth gradually woke up.

The city is bathed in the morning spring rain, stretching freely...