Ye Xiao had countless things to say in his heart at the moment, and he didn't know how to open them, and countless questions he wanted to ask didn't know where to start. This is not the reason why he is stupid, because Ye Xiao at this moment is like a person who is chasing the truth and suddenly really sees the truth one day, how can you expect a mortal to open his mouth to the truth.

Feng Wuming didn't bother Ye Xiao either, he just looked at it with those pure eyes. It was a pair of eyes like a clear spring in heaven and earth, and it seemed to see through everything. The reason why people say 'a saint comes from water' is because water represents clarity and purity, and it is the source of seeing through all essences, and if a person has eyes like water, then his eyes can see through everything, because these are the eyes of a saint.

After a few glances, Feng Wuming gently waved his hand at Ye Xiao, and then Ye Xiao fell asleep. Immediately after that, Feng Wuming gently said to Yang Muling again: "You haven't answered my question yet." ”

"Because the sound of the piano played by the master is not the sound of the piano, but the sound of heaven and earth. Yang Muling hurriedly replied.

"I didn't need to ask you this question, what the teacher just asked was whether this kid is your little lover?"

Yang Muling doesn't treat Feng Wuming like an apprentice and a master, but more like two good friends. I saw that Yang Muling also took out a long piano and put it in front of her, sat down and asked, "What is it?

The wind on the side first said, "Oops....", and then gently shook the strings and replied: "If he is your little lover, he will be taught as a teacher." If he is not your little lover, as a teacher, he will pass on his sword. ”

"Giggles. Hearing her master teasing herself, Yang Muling laughed lightly. Then the fluctuating strings replied, "That's it." ”

Neither the master nor the apprentice seemed to play the piano, because the notes they played were all staccato or even one by one, incoherent, and did not seem to be a piece at all. But if you listen carefully for a while, you will feel that it is really a heavenly song, and every note in the song seems to contain the supreme sound of heaven and earth, like a clear spring flowing, like a breeze caressing, like a white cloud drifting, it sounds like a beautiful picture. It is said to be a piano piece, but it is better to say that some natural sounds are resonating in an ensemble.

With the gentle sound of the piano, Ye Xiao has slowly fallen asleep. In his dreams, he sometimes turned into the wind, soaring freely in the heavens and the earth, sometimes turning into rain, mad or manic, moist or soft, and turning into the stone that has not changed for thousands of years, listening to the years every day and seeing the vicissitudes of eternity.

Every time the sound of the piano falls into a dream, Ye Xiao will turn into a part of heaven and earth. As Ye Xiao fell asleep again and again, his eyes began to clear. The eyes became as clear and translucent as the first spring of heaven and earth. Such a pair of clear eyes will see the purest things in this heaven and earth, and every eye is pure, just like the eyes of a saint.

"Hey....." At this time, I saw that the wind nameless who was playing the sound of nature suddenly sighed, and then between the fluctuations of his fingers, a sad tune came out from the qin, and instantly resounded throughout the tomb sea.

Ye Xiao, who had originally comprehended the way of heaven and earth in his dream, was dyed by this sudden sad tone, and his dream immediately changed.

Canglan River, Canglan River, a river that has been rushing for thousands of years. For thousands of years, countless boats and tourists have walked on the Canglan River, taking away what they have taken and what they have left behind.

The sunset hung diagonally on the Canglan River, and the entire river was dyed with a red maple color. A lonely boat in the middle of the river was gently moving towards the setting sun, there was only one person, a sword and a wine bottle on the boat, and there were really two women on the shore who were seeing off the people on the boat. Neither the send-off nor the departing man spoke, as if they knew that if anyone spoke, then the traveler would not leave. Looking at this scene, I couldn't help but sigh with emotion, it was really a sad scene.

When Ye Xiao was on the boat again, he could vaguely see the figure behind him, Ye Xiao couldn't help but ask himself: "Is this a dream? Why are you back here.....

But if it's a dream, then why is everything so real, they are behind them...... His little smile, her good condensation cream is behind her.

Looking at this seemingly real scene, looking at the scene that Ye Xiao had been avoiding and not thinking about, Ye Xiao kept yelling in his heart, "Stop! Stop!" But Ye Xiao didn't dare to really stop, because he was really afraid that it would be a dream, so he woke up when he stopped.

The people on the boat, he thought stupidly and happily, as long as he didn't move, then this dream would go on forever, then he could always feel his little smile, her good condensation behind him.....

But this joy comes and goes faster, like a soap bubble blown in summer, which is colorful at first, and then bursts after a few moments. The farther the boat under his feet goes, the farther and farther the feelings behind him become. The more Ye Xiao thought about it, the more unwilling she became, and kept cursing herself in her heart, cursing why she was leaving, and how she was worthy of them.

Seeing that he was about to lose his figure at all, Ye Xiao from Zhoushan couldn't hold back any longer, and he turned his head suddenly......

The moment I turned back, the whole world was frozen, the sunset in the sky was frozen, the river under my feet was frozen, and everything stopped at this quarter of an hour.

And where is his affection, they are wearing the clothes they wore when they first saw themselves, and everything was as beautiful as when they first met. They were frozen in the scene of waving to him with a smile, although they were smiling, although they were really willing to let Ye Xiao leave. But why did Ye Xiao cry when she looked at their smiles......

"Xiaoyi!

"Frost Condensation!

Crying and shouting Qingxi's name, Ye Xiao ran frantically towards Qingxi's position. This time he didn't leave, even if he gave up the sword in his hand and the dream in his heart, he didn't want to leave.

Just when he was about to come into contact with the affection, another sad tone came into his ears, and then Ye Xiao grabbed the emptiness, and the affection in front of him disappeared......

Ye Xiao, who grabbed the air, was also frozen at this moment, he stood quietly, as if he was dead at this moment.

Maybe Ye Xiao knew that this was a dream, but he didn't want to wake up, because he knew that only in a dream could he have a chance to make a new choice, and if he woke up, he wouldn't be able to see his feelings.

At this time, a passage slowly passed into Ye Xiao's ears out of nowhere: "A human being is like a tree seed, when you are on the tree, there is always a dream of freedom." But as soon as the wind blew hard, only the wind was messy, and the dream in my heart was long gone, and all that was left was to look forward to landing early. When they fall into the dirt, they can't continue to fly by the wind, and when they look around, they are left with endless regret and resentment. ”

Listening to these words, the frozen Ye Xiao suddenly burst into tears, just like a child lying on the ground and crying, just like he cried that night in Xiaoyi's arms.

No, this cry was countless times more painful than that night, and countless times more miserable than that night. Because there was love in his arms that night, and tonight he was alone.

Then, the sound of the piano came into the dream. Then Ye Xiao turned into the seed of endless resentment, it was exhausted from struggling in the soil, it could no longer continue to pursue its dreams far away, it could not return to the tree that gave birth to it and raised it, it only had regret and resentment.

For a long time, there is only an old stone that accompanies it, an old stone that has experienced wind and rain and seen all the vicissitudes of life.

It wasn't until winter turned to spring, and spring rain after spring rain was sprinkled on the seeds, and the seeds began to sprout, and those regrets and resentments were less. As time passed, the seed gradually grew into a big tree, and on this day, the wind came again, and it traveled far away with new seeds to pursue the footsteps of the dream.