At that time, a gust of wind passed, and a few light clouds covered the moon, and the shadow of the moon on the ground darkened, and the clear light suddenly disappeared.

Chang Qianfo looked at Mu Dianke's embarrassed expression, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised a smile, and said, "It's okay to blow the wind like this." ”

The two sat quietly for a while.

Chang Qianfo said: "When I was young, I often sat in the courtyard of Hopshengtang with Suyi to watch the stars, and my grandfather taught us to recognize the stars in the sky, the Big Dipper, the Altair, and the Taibai Star. ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and said, "Look, that's Taibai." ”

Mu Dianke looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a few stars sparsely on the dark sky, and a star in the center was bright and bright, it was the Taibai Star.

The clouds dispersed and the moonrose out, and the watery moonlight fell again, shining on the faces of the two people, with a faint and soft halo.

Mu Dianke asked, "Suyi, is it your sister?" ”

Chang Qianfo smiled: "Yes, Suyi is five years younger than me, and she is fifteen years old this year, just two years younger than you." ”

Mu Dianke wondered: "How do you know how old I am?" ”

But I felt that it was too much to ask. Chang Jiabao has always had good information, and Chang Qianfo wants to know about her, so it will be clear if someone checks it out.

Chang Qianfo smiled and said nothing.

Mu Dianke made him look a little surprised, and then said: "I heard that the eldest lady of Changjiabao is a master of Yanxiang Pharmaceutical, so she is so young?" ”

Chang Qianfo said with a smile: "Suyi doesn't like acupuncture and moxibustion, and likes to deal with medicinal herbs. She has a talent for studying pharmacology, and her mind is also specialized, so she can go deeper. Speaking of Yanxiang Pharmaceutical, I am quite inferior to her. ”

Mu Dian could see that Chang Qianfo's eyes were full of softness and joy when he mentioned his sister, and he couldn't help but envy this little girl he had never met in his heart, and said softly: "You must love your sister very much, right?" ”

Chang Qianfo smiled: "In the world, what brother doesn't love his sister? Suyi and I didn't have our parents by our side when we were young, so we naturally cherished her more. ”

After a pause, he said, "Actually, Master Mu also loves you very much." ”

If she didn't hurt her, how could she be worried that Jin Yanchen would treat her badly when her life was at stake, and she wanted to take her with her.

Putting aside the incident of telling the story in front of Mu Cangping, Mu Zijian did not treat her badly. The love and love of childhood are also true.

Mu Dianke whispered, "I know." ”

Chang Qianfo raised his hand and wrapped the hair that Mu Dian could be blown by the night wind, and pinned it behind his ears.

The calloused fingers touched the pinna, and the warm touch made Mu Dianke's heart palpitate, and the root of the ear suddenly glowed with a pale pink rouge.

Subconsciously leaned back, looking a little cramped.

Chang Qianfo realized her uneasiness and removed her hand, with a little confusion in her expression: "I'm sorry, I'm for a while... Beside oneself. ”

It's okay not to say it, but Mu Dianke's face turned even redder when he said it.

It was silent for a while.

Chang Qianfo asked, "Do you know how to play the flute?" ”

Mu Dianke nodded.

Although the rhythm cannot be understood in a universal way, it is also related in the end. She learned the piano when she was young, and later came to Mobei to learn the huqin and the basket, which was extremely easy to get started. There will also be some flutes.

Chang Qianfo said: "You wait for me." ”

I got up and hurried back to the house, and took a bitter bamboo flute. The flute is exquisitely made, the holes are finely chiseled and rounded, and the polishing is smooth, and you can see that it is a good thing at a glance.

Mu Dian was a little puzzled, all the way together, he didn't see Chang Qianfo with a flute.

Chang Qianfo explained: "When I went downstairs to decoct medicine, I met a person who made musical instruments

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The merchant of the business bought this flute from him. If you like it, I'll give it to you. ”

Mu Dianke said: "You always give me things." ”

Chang Qianfo smiled: "It's a return gift, I like the bookmark you gave me." ”

Mu Dian blushed a little for no reason, lowered his head and tried to blow twice, the flute sound was clear and clear, and the timbre was good.

Then the transverse flute began to play lowly.

subconsciously blew a border folk song called "Homesick". It is said that a wanderer who left home at a young age returned to his hometown after a lot of hardships, at this time his parents and friends were not there, and the wanderer stood in a vast tomb, looking around blankly, and looking at the desolate mood of no relatives. The lyrics are:

Homesickness, hometown is far away.

Looking for your hometown, your hometown has long landscapes.

Mourn my hometown, I can't go back to my hometown.

Looking at your hometown, where is your hometown?

The melody is sad and desolate, so that she can tell the flute eloquently, as if she was sad for a moment.

Chang Qianfo quietly watched her horizontal flute and lowered her eyebrows, and a needle of pain in her heart slowly spread. His eyes were dark and full of pity.

Music is the voice of the heart.

What Mu Dian can boast about is the homesickness that she has suppressed in her heart for many years and no one to talk about, and it is the loneliness and hesitation of being alone and wandering, without a branch to rely on.

Once you open your heart, your heart is like a tide, and it doesn't stop.

The melody is poignant and miserable, and the higher and higher it gets, it has a poignant meaning.

At this time, Mu Dianke herself was aware of it, gathered her mind, and was about to collect the sound, when she suddenly felt that her hand was empty, and the flute was taken away by Chang Qianfo Chang Qianfo, and then her unfinished tune was played.

The sound of the flute is melodious, and the sadness and misery of the party have changed, and there is a kind of atmosphere of openness and freedom in the world.

If the night is gone, the sun will rise tomorrow, which makes people's hearts open.

Mu Dianke gradually calmed down under the sound of his flute.

After the song, Chang Qianfo put down the flute and said: "I traveled outside the customs when I was young, and I heard people sing this song in the countryside. It's good, it's just a little sad. ”

Mu Dianke lowered his head, but didn't speak.

She is a prodigy praised by everyone, and she is arrogant, but she is used to being arrogant. It's just that every time I face thousands of Buddhas, there is always an inferiority complex that is ashamed of ordinary things.

His words, his songs, and his open-mindedness are not comparable to her.

Chang Qianfo continued: "When I was ten years old, the bank of the Yellow River in Jincheng, Gansu Province burst its banks, and my father went down to save people from flooding, but unfortunately died.

It didn't take long for my mother to leave me and Suyi and go to a nunnery outside Luoyang City to become a monk.

During that time, I was sad every day and didn't understand why these things happened to me.

Later, my grandfather took me to the copper tower and didn't say anything, but asked me to sit on the copper tower whenever I was sad and blow the wind on the roof.

I had been blowing the wind on the roof of the copper building for a month. Watch the sun rise in the east and set in the west every day, and watch the morning glow become late. Looking at the reckless mountains and rivers outside Luoyang City, and the endless wilderness, I finally figured out what my grandfather wanted to say to me.

Compared with the vicissitudes of tens of thousands of years, the changes of the sun and the moon, our life is too short and insignificant. Compared with this long life, the pain that once made us unable to eat and sleep is actually very short. It will pass, it will fade away.

So no matter what, we should be kind to ourselves every day of our lives. Strive to catch what you can grasp, and don't hurt what you lose. ”

He gently held her face, the pain in his eyes was still there, and he was affectionate: "Dian Ke, I really hope you can be happy." ”