Everyone looked in the direction of her fingertips, and saw that the dark ground west of the bridge was full of piles of snow-white ocarina, and a rough estimate estimated that there must be more than 30 pieces.

A frightened and trembling voice came from the crowd: ...... Those instruments are made of human bones, right?

This thought flashed through everyone's hearts, but they dared to think about it but didn't dare to mention it.

In an instant, all the breathing stopped. The pounding heart seemed to be about to burn the flesh on the chest and drift away.

Aunt Qin said with a sad expression: My poor strange baby, my mother has come to see you.

More than a dozen police officers quickly stood in the middle of the small bridge, and stuck a wall side by side to prevent Aunt Qin from passing through.

With a "poof", Aunt Qing knelt on her knees, tears streaming down her haggard pale face, and she kept begging the police officers to let her go.

More than a dozen police officers panicked, and they also knelt down one after another, and earnestly asked Aunt Qin to retreat for the time being.

When the villagers saw it, they couldn't bear to embarrass Aunt Qin and the police officers, and they wanted to take Aunt Qin back.

Aunt Qin glanced to the south side, under the small bridge, the water was gurgling.

Suddenly, she gave up all her strength, got up violently, and jumped into the river with one arrow step.

The sudden situation caught everyone off guard. When one or two quick-eyed police officers rushed to hug Aunt Qin, they only tore off a small lock of her sleeve.

"Tongtong" a few times, and the water splashed.

Aunt Qin, who fell into the water, had several bright red bloody cuts pierced her forehead and arms by sharp raised stones.

Ignoring the pain in her body, she slipped a few times in the water and quickly rushed up to the west shore.

More than a dozen police officers were shocked and couldn't help but run towards her quickly.

The rest of the villagers, unable to bear the concern and curiosity in their hearts, flocked behind the police officers.

Before the police officers could stop her, Aunt Qin had already picked up an ocarina on the ground, brought it to her mouth and blew it "woo".

Strange to say, at first she just played wildly, and there was no music at all. After the ocarina sounded a few times, she was able to easily absorb her luck, and the fingertips on the flute with holes could also rise and fall skillfully and briskly.

At the same time, her miserable white and sallow old face became surprisingly cold. In his eyes, the look of a living person slowly faded, some dark, some hollow, some numb, and some gloomy.

A song "The Original Scenery of Hometown" was blown again. The voice was even more poignant, cold, sad and sad.

Everyone seemed to have come to an empty and cold underworld, with cold hairs standing on end all over their bodies, staring intently at Aunt Qin with a fascinated face.

A police officer picked up a white ocarina and put it to his lips in disbelief.

After he blew one or two times, another song "The Original Scenery of Hometown" floated sadly and sadly.

The color of his pupils in his eyes became even darker, as if he had been smeared with ink over and over again.

Two or three villagers, with a cold smile on the corner of their mouths, walked over, leaned over and picked up the white pottery flute on the ground, and played it with a "woo-woo-hoh".

At some point, I had an extra white ocarina as white as goose feathers and a foul-smelling white ocarina in my hand. And it, exuding wisps of bewitching magic, makes people uncontrollably put its empty flute to their mouths.

After blowing one or two disorganized flutes, a misty and ethereal soul fell lightly above my head.

My fingertips, guided by it, can easily play every stanza and every stanza.

In my ears, I played "The Original Scenery of My Hometown", which was empty and long, sad and poignant, and made me fascinated and willing to fall into it.

In front of my eyes, the smiling face of He Weiwa was reflected. He attached it to my ear and said with infinite gratitude: Xiaohua, you are here.

I was led by the hand by the hand by the small flowing river.

Under the green trees and among the flowers, sat a smiling young woman, with a slender figure, green silk like lacquer, and a long skirt, with her arms outstretched, and a smile on her face.

That person was Sister Yun. I shed tears of joy and ran towards her with light steps.

Just as I was about to run to her side, Sister Yun's figure flickered and appeared in the northeast of the river.

I was reluctant to cross the shallow river that reached my calf, and ran towards her again.

In the northeast, Uncle Erbao raised Bai Sensen's Xun in his hand, and said with a sly smile: Xiaohua, blow the Xun in my hand, and you can catch up with Xiaoyun.

Although I was puzzled, I didn't think much about it, so I snatched the bulging Xun in Uncle Erbao's hand, put it in my mouth, and blew it with a spit and a spit.

Soon, above my head, a floating ghost slumped.

After a while, the sound of Xun changed from intermittent noise to an ancient tune.

My fingers, as if at the mercy of the spirit, were familiar with every hole in Xun's body, and then played happily and easily.

Sister Yun's figure reappeared in front of me again. She shook her hair all over her head, and her hair was fragrant; She bit the corner of her pink lip, which was coquettish.

This scene of God's soul-snatching intoxication often appears in my dreams.

As I approached her quickly, she swayed, smiled, and ran to the southeast.

"Sister Yun."

I shouted anxiously and panickedly.

The moment Yuanxun broke away from the corner of my lips, Sister Yun was flying from my eyes, piece by piece. Under her feet, there seemed to be a huge whirlpool, absorbing her broken body bit by bit.

"Don't."

I cried out in pain.

"Xiaohua, come, quickly blow the flute in my hand."

Hao Hao walked up to me and handed me a white flute.

I snatched it and pressed it to my lips. With the sound of the flute, Sister Yun's shattered body was brought back to whole.

The corners of my mouth raised a sad smile, and I ran towards Sister Yun while blowing the white flute.

The riverside is no longer full of holes in the real world, but the kingdom of bliss in the sea of dreams.

A group of magpies surrounded me and Sister Yun in the middle, singing moving love songs happily.

Aunt Shuang, Zhang Xiaojun, He Weiwa, Sainan and other deceased people who died before have been singing and dancing by the small river full of green grass.

The sky was as blue as ever, and the sun was warm throughout. The fragrance of flowers is pervasive, and all things are harmonious.

This secluded and beautiful village is like a paradise in the sky, full of joy and hope.

Time stood still in this moment. Everyone, sunk into the endless carnival.

Sister Yun and I have hugged each other tightly.

If there is only her in my world, it will be enough.