Mu Feng has been preparing for a few days, but in fact, there is nothing to prepare, these days, Qing'er saw Mu Feng and quickly walked away. Mu Feng wanted to say goodbye to her, but he couldn't open his mouth, "I'm leaving tomorrow, Feng'er, how are you preparing?" Each of them took the things they needed during the journey, and when everyone gathered at Baicaolu, they smiled at each other when they saw the things sent piled up into a small mountain.

Later, the old man in the village selected a few pairs of shoes, a dagger, an umbrella, and some food, and said, "Keep these things, and take the others back, Feng'er can't take such things." After everyone listened, they took back what they had sent. Uncle Li took back the thin futon he had sent, took out a money bag from his arms, stepped forward and put it on the table, and said to Mu Feng: "Uncle has a lot of things for his family, but there is not much cash, these money are meant to be given to you, you can keep it for use on the road." ”

Life in the valley is basically self-sufficient, even if there is something missing, everyone can exchange it with each other. Only occasionally take some coarse cloth, animal skins, rare medicinal materials or something to a distant town to exchange some salt, needlework, etc., if there is some spare money, put it at home, and life in the valley basically does not need money. Therefore, everyone does not have much reserves. At this time, regardless of whether the things sent are useful or not, everyone takes out the money bag and puts it on the table.

In the end, the old man in the valley gathered the money and did a little math. said to Mu Feng: "Feng'er, this money is enough for you to live outside for a year." Mu Feng said with a smile: "Grandpa Zhao, I studied medicine with my grandfather, and I can support myself, I can't accept this money." ”

At this time, Uncle Qian stepped forward and said, "Feng'er, this money is only rusty in the valley, and it is not needed." We know that the old man Baicao has taught you a good medical skill, but who knows you when you just go out, and who will cure you if you are sick. You just take it. "Everyone, you say a word, I persuade you a word, and in the end Mu Feng has to accept it.

In fact, there is also a custom in the valley, that is, if the young people in the valley want to go out and have a good time, everyone will help to make up for it. It's just that after the young people in the valley went to the city with the older generation to catch the market, although they saw the prosperity of the big city. But I also saw that materialism was rampant, as if I had arrived in another world. The simple villagers didn't like the outside world, so they returned to the valley.

Of course, there are some people who can't stand the temptation and want to go out, no matter what the result is, return to the valley to live for a period of time, feel the simplicity of life in the valley, and then extinguish the heart of striving for fame and fortune, and live in the valley comfortably and comfortably. In this world, the things you create are always the most in line with your heart, and they are the most comfortable to use. The pleasure of labor creation is something that a lazy person will not understand.

Of course, there are also people in this world who are good at playing with power, and can "legitimately" take other people's labor as their own, such people have a lot of money, they can call slaves and maids, and live a life that seems to be superior to others. In the eyes of the people of the valley, such people are nothing more than parasites, very pitiful.

Deceived by matter without knowing it. Because this kind of superiority is the same as his slave and maid calling his dog, but the master is superior to the slave and the slave, and the slave is superior to the dog, and the master is two levels higher than the dog. (In the valley, dogs are treated as friends, and dogs live a carefree and self-reliant life.)

Mu Feng looked at the sincere and simple faces of the neighbors, was very moved, and said to everyone with a smile: "Thank you, elders, Feng'er will come back after finishing his work." Grandpa Zhao said to everyone: "Okay, it's not too early, let's go back." The adults dispersed, and the children of Mu Feng's generation talked and laughed together.

A little girl who had just learned to speak said in a milky voice: "Wind pot pot, you need to find some fat, I'll wait for you to come and pick fruit paper for me to eat." Everyone listened to this little girl and felt very cute, and after listening to her, they all laughed. The little girl who spoke seriously, looked at everyone with a puzzled face, frowned, as if to say, what are you laughing at?

After the other older little boy finished laughing, he followed the example of the little girl and said to Mu Feng in a straight voice: "Brother Feng, you have to come back early, I will wait for you to come back and pick fruits for you to eat." After saying that, he looked at the little girl and smiled. Only then did the little girl react: "You laugh at me!" and jumped towards the little boy, reaching for the little boy's clothes. The little boy giggled and teased the little girl and ran. The little girl raised her hand to reach the little boy, and every time she was almost there, but every time she was a little close.

When the little girl approached Mu Feng, Mu Feng picked up the little girl and asked her to sit on her lap, the little girl pouted and pointed to the little boy running in front, and said to Mu Feng: "Feng Guo Guo, he laughed at me." The tone was both aggrieved and angry. Mu Feng blew her little nose and said, "Xiao Xue, don't be angry, Brother Feng will peel oranges for you to eat?" Xiao Xue said happily: "Well! I only eat sweet." Don't eat sour".

So the two tigers next to him specially peeled the oranges with blue orange peel, tasted one petal first, and then exclaimed that it was so sweet, after Xiao Xue'er heard it, she made a fuss to eat, and when she ate it, she pursed her mouth tightly and frowned, and then quickly spit it out, while fanning it with her little hand on the side of her mouth, while screaming so sour. Everyone laughed when they saw her cute expression.

Later, Xiao Xue'er finally learned to be obedient, first only tasted a little bit, if it was sour, she gave it to the person who fed her and said seriously: "This is sweet, I have tasted it, it is not sour." After the others ate the sour oranges, she also squeezed her eyebrows and applauded sour, so she raised her head and snorted, as if to say: Who let you lie to me, it's sour. She chuckled at the man's winnings. Just like that, everyone laughed and laughed together. In the end, when the children were tired of playing and drowsy, the older brothers and sisters carried them and left.

At this time, the moon had quietly climbed up the hill and exposed half of its head, secretly casting its "gaze" to the world. Mu Feng walked around the house, stroking the tables and chairs at home. Then he walked into the courtyard, looked at the moon that had just risen, and looked down silently, not knowing what he was thinking. "Brother Feng. Qing'er didn't know when she came behind Mu Feng and shouted softly. Mu Feng immediately turned around.

I saw the soft moonlight sprinkled on Qing'er, and the tearful eyes were pitiful. Mu Feng looked at it stunned for a few seconds, and then said to Qing'er with a smile: "Qing'er, you're here, I'm thinking about how to say goodbye to you." "No, don't say goodbye, Qing'er should never say goodbye to Brother Feng!" Qing'er interrupted Mu Feng in a tough tone. Mu Feng sighed slightly: "If I could, I wouldn't have said this to Qing'er." But there were things I had to do, so I had to leave. ”

Qing'er lowered her head and said in a somewhat choked tone: "Even if Brother Feng wants to leave, Qing'er don't say goodbye to Brother Feng, no matter what." After saying that, the tears remained. Mu Feng walked up to Qing'er, rolled up his sleeves and helped Qing'er wipe her tears, coaxing Qing'er while wiping them. "No goodbye, we'll never say goodbye. Brother Feng went out to run errands, but it took a longer time. But Brother Feng will always reporter didn't say goodbye to Qing'er, so Brother Feng will come back, Qing'er, do you say okay?"

Qing'er raised her head and looked at Mu Feng at this time, and her sad face turned into a smile: "Brother Feng, we have decided that you must come back, and I will definitely wait for you to come back." Mu Feng looked at Qing'er and nodded seriously, and then Mu Feng and Qing'er looked at each other so closely, as if they wanted to engrave each other in their hearts. Their figures mingled in the moonlight, indistinguishable from each other.

I don't know how long it took for Mu Feng to say: "Qing'er, Brother Feng has something to give you, you go to the corridor over there and sit for a while." Mu Feng returned to the house, and after a while, he came out with two bamboo pipes, one long and one short. Qing'er took the bamboo pipe and saw that there was a row of holes with different lengths of spacing on the bamboo pipe. "Brother Feng, what is this?" "This bamboo pipe is a musical instrument, the long vertical blow is called the flute, and the short horizontal blow is called the flute. ”

Qing'er looked at the flute and said, "Musical instrument, what is it for?" Mu Feng said and took the flute, thought about it, and watched the world under the moonlight play the tune he learned in his dreams. Mu Feng fell in love, and Qing'er listened infatuatedly. The moonlight falls on the ground, the shadows of the trees are quiet, and only the sound of the flute floats in the world, crisp and melodious. It's as if the whole world is listening, as if the sound of the flute is integrated into everything in the world.

When the wind blows, the world slowly returns to normal, the shadows of the trees move with the wind in the moonlight, and the river outside the valley carries the moonlight into the distance, these movements seem to people to be a continuation of the melody. Although Mu Feng has stopped playing, the sound of the flute is still echoing in his ears, listening to the sound of the wind, the sound of the river flowing is not all carrying the melody? Mu Feng finished blowing, and looked at Qing'er again.

At this time, Qing'er raised her head slightly, her eyes seemed to fall on the distant horizon, and she didn't come back to her senses. Mu Feng didn't disturb her, just accompanied Qing'er, looking at the moon and the world under the moon. In fact, Qing'er is experiencing a kind of rebirth. This is a qualitative change in the spiritual world, Qing'er listened to the music, looked at the world under the moonlight, she felt the flutter of the air, felt the spread of this tremor, as the sound of the flute spread to all directions, she felt the pulse of the world she was in, all things were born together, and the whole body was moved.

The usual air tremor only transmits the sound, and people can no longer feel other changes except for the sound, but Qing'er feels a series of changes at the moment, which originates from the air trembling in the flute tube, Qing'er feels this, as the flute spreads, Qing'er feels the breeze blowing in the distance, and the flow of the river is intertwined. One yin and one yang is the Tao, and all these movements constitute the changes in this world. Repeatedly, never ending in flux. Although Qing'er still can't experience those complex changes.

Tonight, however, she discovers that a door to the world has opened to her, and it is very mysterious. As long as you keep exploring, Qing'er will discover more. After a long time, Qing'er came back to her senses, and she found that the world had become clearer than before. Looking at Mu Feng, Qing'er felt an indescribable joy in her heart, and she calmly called Brother Feng.

Mu Feng looked at Qing'er and found that Qing'er was a little different, but he couldn't say where it was different. I only feel that Qing'er's eyes are more flexible, it is a very beautiful look, when you look at it, you will find that the eyes seem to be able to imprint something in your heart, looking at that look, you can't help but have a beautiful melody floating in your heart. Mu Feng looked a little fascinated.

Qing'er looked at Mu Feng looking at herself stupidly, and shouted in a shy low voice: "Brother Feng." Mu Feng came back to his senses and retracted his gaze in embarrassment. "Qing'er, this flute is my gift to you. Mu Feng put the flute in Qing'er's hand. Qing'er grabbed Mu Feng's arm in surprise and said, "Really, you want to give it to me, great!" After finishing speaking, he found himself holding Mu Feng, and hurriedly let go, lowering his head and blushing to play with his beloved flute.

After a while, he asked, "Brother Feng, can you also blow the flute to me." Mu Feng said: "There are still some places to change this flute, in the future, I will blow it to you when I have time, and I will teach you to play the flute today." "There is a way to be a thousand-day erhu and a hundred days flute, and the flute only needs two or three dynasties. Qing'er is already smart, but in just one or two hours, he learned the basic playing skills, and the flute is mainly to master the four basic skills of qi, fingers, tongue and lips.

The next thing is to grasp the breathing pause, and now Qing'er is not much better than Mu Feng in terms of skills. It's just that you need to be proficient in breathing and rhythm. Under the moonlight, the two got along as before, and there was no sadness of parting at all.

On the second day, Mu Feng left the valley under the gaze of the villagers, and Qing'er waved a bamboo flute and shouted: "Brother Feng, come back early, come back early..."

Xiao Xue'er watched Qing'er waving a short bamboo stick, but she didn't know why, so she picked up a branch next to her, and waved it like Qing'er, and shouted in a milky voice: "Wind pot pot, find some fertilizer, find some fertilizer..." Mu Feng waved his hand and walked back, and finally the figure of the villager disappeared, and the call disappeared.

Mu Feng looked at the road leading into the distance, but he didn't know where the destination of this trip was, he didn't know where the road led, there were so many roads in this world, but he felt that there was no way out.