Rong Xiang smiled slightly.

After doing about a stick of incense, I heard the sound of a flute in the night, and the sound was intermittent and desolate, as if there was infinite concern. I thought to myself: I don't know who is sleepless late at night, gets up to play the flute, and sympathizes with himself.

The farther you go, the clearer the sound of the flute becomes.

Chang Qianfo traveled to the area of Yumen Pass and listened to the local people sing a folk song called "Homesickness", which is vaguely this tune. 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, and it is blown by this man with a flute, as if it is a moment of bone sorrow.

Entering Qingping Ju, I saw a corridor in the courtyard winding and stretching, a few bushes of green bamboo on the side of the corridor, quiet and slender under the moonlight, and there was a bit of dust in the meaning. Walking further, I saw a half-acre square pool, the water of which was clear, like a piece of emerald green amber embedded in the night. A woman in white clothes and long hair sat with her back against the trunk of the tree, holding a flute in her hand. As soon as the wind blew, the apricot petals fell down like rain, falling on the woman's long black satin-like hair, and then slid down one after another, disappearing into the white clothes.

Chang Qianfo only felt that the woman's back was very familiar, went around to the other side of the corridor, looked through the moonlight, and saw the woman with her back against the apricot tree, sitting with her hair and feet down, with deep eyebrows and deep eyes, and her body was like a light smoke, who was not Yunlin?

As soon as I was happy in my heart, I heard the tone turn sharply, higher and higher, with a terrible meaning, and suddenly "rattle" and broke the sound. Yun Lin threw the flute away, covered his face with both hands, and trembled all over, as if he couldn't bear it. After a long time, he let go of his hand, and his fingers were full of tears, but his eyes were clear, as if nothing had happened just now.

Chang Qianfo's heart rushed through the pain of a needle, and he suddenly had the urge to hug her into his arms and allow her to cry loudly. Walked over and picked up the flute on the ground, sat down next to Yun Lin, and then played her unfinished tune. The sound of the flute is melodious, and it has changed the sadness and misery of the party, but there is a kind of situation where the world is wide and free.

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

Yun Lin leaned against the big tree, his tense body slowly relaxed, his long eyelashes were stained with tears, and he hung down wetly, like butterfly wings drenched in the rain, extremely beautiful and fragile. Chang Qianfo said: "When I was ten years old, my father was saving people in the flood and unfortunately died. Not long after, my mother went to a Buddhist temple outside Luoyang to become a monk, and she also left my sister and me. During that time, I was sad every day and couldn't understand why these things were happening to me. Later, my grandfather took me to the copper building, didn't say anything, just made me sad when I went up to the copper tower to sit down, I blew the wind on the top of the copper building for a month, watching the sun rise and set in the west every day, looking at the reckless mountains and rivers outside Luoyang City, the fields and fields, and finally figured out: compared to the vicissitudes of tens of thousands of years, people's lives are too small, too short. Compared with this long sound, the pain that once made us unable to eat and sleep was also short-lived. If you can catch it, you will try to grasp it, and if you can't grasp it, let it pass. ”

Yun Lin sat quietly leaning against the tree, and after a long time, he said softly, "I'll tell Chang Gongzi a story." "Good Mood Literature Network

"I want to hear you."

Yun Lin's voice was slightly hoarse, not as cold as before, revealing endless exhaustion: "Once upon a time, there was a little monkey who was pierced in the heart with a spear by her most trusted big monkey. The baby monkey escaped from the forest and survived by hiding in a place where the big monkey could not find it. Later, the little monkey also grew into a big monkey, and the spear was still pierced in her heart, and it hurt during the day and at night. The little monkey was eager to pull out that spear and live a simple and happy life like the other monkeys. But the little monkey knew that from the moment the spear pierced into her heart, it could never be pulled out again. Once upon a time, it was because the little monkey would die if it was pulled out. Later, it was because the spear had grown into its body and had grown into a part of its heart......"

She looked up at the falling flowers above her head, and her eyes were a little empty: "If you dig out your heart, how can you live?" ”

She looked up at the falling flowers above her head, and her eyes were a little empty: "If you dig out your heart, how can you live?" ”

Chang Qianfo looked at her dazed and helpless appearance, and couldn't help but feel distressed: "Perhaps, the little monkey just didn't find a doctor who could help it pull out the spear." ”

Yun Lin was slightly stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Is Chang Gongzi the doctor?" ”

Chang Qianfo said: "I want to be the doctor who helped the little monkey heal his wounds." ”

Yun Lin shook his head: "It's a pity, Chang Gongzi's medical skills can save the world, but he can't save that monkey." He lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment, and said: "There is one thing, I have always been unable to understand, with the appearance of the son, there should be many people who love the son." What am I good about, beautiful, able to play chess, or too cold to arouse people's competitiveness? ”

"Neither." Chang Qianfo said: "I have also asked myself this question, and the answer is no. I guess that's what happened to me. I don't know why, but the first time I saw Miss Three, I felt familiar. It's like I've seen it somewhere before, and I've known it for a long time. ”

Yun Lin smiled: "Childe is not only a skilled doctor, but also has a unique style of love words. ”

Chang Qianfo said: "I have never said anything in love. Looking into her eyes, she said seriously: "If the third lady thinks that this is a love story, this is the first time I have said a love story." ”

Yun Lin was a little uncomfortable stared at by his fiery and burning gaze, and turned his head, a thin layer of carmine floating on his cheeks.

A gust of wind blew, the apricot blossoms fell like rain, and a few petals were stained with Yunlin's hair, lingering, reflecting the blush on the face, and it was very shy. Chang Qianfo couldn't help but raise her hand, wanting to pluck the petals from her hair for her, but she avoided it in a hurry, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes.

Chang Qianfo's hand paused in mid-air, and slowly retracted it: "I'm sorry, it's abrupt." ”

Yun Lin lowered his head, his long and straight eyelashes hung down, and cast a faint cloud under his eyes: "No, I'm just ......" suddenly got up and said, "I should go back." She had probably sat for too long, got up and got up in a hurry, and she didn't stand on her feet for a while. Chang Qianfo hurriedly got up and grabbed her, his palm on the woman's waist, his eyes facing each other, and his breathing was close at hand. Yun Lin suddenly pushed him away, turned around and left, his steps became more and more urgent, and before long he turned the corridor and disappeared into a green bamboo shade