Outside the earthen house, the cool breeze swished.

The people of the entire Tsing Yi Town are gathered outside at the moment.

But......

There were no young people among the onlookers.

Only the elderly and children.

But this does not affect the emotions of these people in the slightest......

"Grandpa, grandpa, what the hell is going on? These grasses are so strange, they grow too fast. A little girl, looking at the situation in front of her, was not frightened, on the contrary, because she knew less, this girl was more surprised, as if she had discovered a new world, and when she spoke, she still had a thick smile on her face, and she was very happy.

"It's the same as on TV!"

"Could it be the seventy-two changes of the Monkey King?"

"I think there must be an immortal living here, maybe it's the land lord."

It has to be said that the imagination of these little children is very powerful.

Their voices are crisp and lively.

But the old men were different......

One by one, they frowned.

Their eyes widened.

Their eyes were full of amazement and shock.

"Everything is restored, the power of the gods ...... It's really a divine power. An old man's voice trembled.

"I thought I heard it wrong, but now that I see that the owner of this earthen house is really back."

"Has anyone seen him?"

"Who the hell is it......"

These old people are more interested in figuring out the identities of the people inside.

And also strange.

They're standing here...... No one thought that in Tsing Yi Town before, there was a young man in a white shirt walking leisurely.

No one had associated the boy with the earthen house.

Only the old man in the crowd, who was pulling Wang Ying, knew these answers.

But he didn't stay long.

When the crowd appears......

He squeezed in quickly, ready to leave.

It's just that......

Just as the old man squeezed out of the crowd, an indifferent voice appeared in his head: "After sending that boy away, tomorrow, you will come alone!" ”

The sound is faint.

Even though there were a lot of people around, he was the only one who could hear it.

However, this voice did not surprise the old man.

Opposite......

He's also very bland.

"Yes, sir!"

Opening his mouth, he replied softly.

"Grandpa...... Who are you talking to? Wang Ying next to him heard it, looked up, and his voice was puzzled.

The old man grinned and showed a vicissitudes of life: "Old man, when you get older, you always like to talk to yourself, Xiaowin...... I'll go back today, there are too many people, and tomorrow, I'll take you to meet someone. ”

"Is that the uncle just now?" Wang Ying tilted his head.

The old man nodded: "Yes, it's him." ”

"Okay, okay...... I didn't know that the house was where he lived, and I broke it with the rest of the group, and I didn't have time to apologize to him just now, and tomorrow, I will apologize to that uncle. ”

"That's enough if you have that idea, that gentleman, doesn't care." The old man shook his head slightly.

The voices of the two were not loud.

But the surrounding sounds are too mixed.

Almost instantly, these words were drowned out by the sounds around them, and no third person could hear them.

……

In the earthen house, everything is brand new.

The smell of decay in the air was gone, replaced by a faint smell of wood.

"It seems that what happened here today has alarmed many people."

Ye Bei briefly looked at the layout in the lobby and felt that it was the same as before, and then nodded lightly...... Whispering to yourself.

After saying this.

He flicked his shirt.

Diameter walked in the direction of the brand new zither in the lobby.

Sit down.

Raise your hand......

Stretch out your fingers.

Gently pluck Eun-hyun.

Suddenly, a pleasant sound came from the zither.

The voice this time was completely different from when Ye Bei entered the door just now.

Outside the Tsuchiya Gate.

The group of residents who were talking a lot suddenly became quieter when Ye Bei played the first note.

Door.

The nearest one was a woman.

She had gray hair, a face full of furrows, and looked to be at least ninety years old.

Her withered hands were holding a cane.

As the note sounded, her widening eyes gradually closed...... The original surprised demeanor gradually returned to nature, and even the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, revealing a smile.

She thought of the years of her youth.

I remembered when I was young, chasing the sunshine, chasing freedom, and chasing the teenager I loved.

The notes continue.

It's like the long river of years washing.

In just a few seconds, the woman seemed to see her whole life.

In front of the earthen house, there was also an elderly man.

The old man's mouth was full of white beard.

He was dark-skinned.

The body looks emaciated.

But there is a bit of life hidden in that dry skin.

When he heard the note, his eyes narrowed and his mouth opened slightly.

At this moment, he remembered when he was young, barefoot, playing by the river...... From time to time, he picked up a stone and threw it into the lake.

He remembered that when he was younger, he always liked to bully some girls, so that he could make them cry and feel honored.

He remembered that when he was young, he crossed several cities and took dozens of hours of trains in order to pursue the girl he liked, just to see him.

There are bitter and sweet memories in memory.

Those memories are so real......

As the memories continued to drift, the expression on the old man's face kept changing.

And except for the two of them.

The same is true of the hundreds of people gathered in front of the earthen hut.

Even the children were caught up in the memories.

There are old people obsessed.

There were children giggling.

There was an old man with a dull expression.

There are children squatting on the ground with laughter between their eyebrows.

There are old people who are caught in painful meetings, and the corners of their eyes are fluttering.

Some children also squeezed out tears when they thought of the experience of being beaten.

But......

It doesn't matter how these people behave.

The note, however, is always the same, even with a magical power.

It is as if clear chords are flowing through the ears, sometimes tender, sometimes beating like fire.

It's just a simple note......

But it instantly brings everyone into the rich, delicate and fascinating natural world.

It seems to be the melancholy brought by love.

Like the sorrow of falling leaves.

It's a wonderful feeling......

Before you know it, you are bringing everyone in the scene.

Moreover......

The notes remain the same, but when everyone hears the voice, their inner feelings are all different.

It's just that......

Over time.

With the continuous beating of the notes.

With the syllables that weep, complain, euphemist, and drunken quickened.

These people at the scene, after indulging in it, were completely unaware of it...... Their memories are also quietly being cleaned, and the memories of Ye Bei, the legend of this earthen house, are gradually disappearing!