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There are no flowers in the courtyard, but the fragrance of flowers is overflowing, and there is no one in the courtyard, but there are people's footsteps. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The footsteps are light and soft, like a graceful woman walking in the clouds, and the steps are bright and slow, like a clear spring, flowing over the edge of the stone.

This voice was familiar, so familiar that Han Chuang closed his eyes slightly, as if he was whispering kindly in his ears, and when he opened his eyes, in the thick fog, a woman Shi Shiran walked over.

Thin clothes and light yarn, long skirts dragging the ground, graceful body like a fairy in the Moon Palace, falling into the world, like Tianshan Yao Pond, projection in the world.

When he saw this woman's face clearly, Han Chuang was stunned, as if he had been released by someone to fix his body, he stood in place in a daze, his eyes were full of obsession.

Han Chuang is open-minded and open-minded, even if he is a beautiful woman, he can't let him lose his temper like this, I'm afraid there is only one woman in the world who can make him lose his temper like this.

Nie Qingqing.

It was this woman who gave and came, with a ballet dancer's small face, with a refined and elegant smile, and her eyes narrowed into two slits, like the moon in the sky.

"Qingqing. ”

Han Chuang muttered, halfway through his words, but suddenly came to his senses.

"No, no, you're not Qingqing, you can't be Qingqing!"

What the eye sees may not be real, and even the most real picture may be false, but what about the sense of touch?

Nie Qingqing shook his head, stretched out his right index finger, and gently pressed it between Han Chuang's lips, and his voice stopped abruptly.

It is this feeling, warm and bright, as if to dispel the cold of winter for a meter of sunshine, and like a clear spring flowing through the stones.

Tranquil, gentle, addictive, haunting, as if on the horizon, and as if close at hand.

Han Chuang's eyes blurred, he opened his arms and hugged Nie Qingqing in his arms, the familiar warmth almost made him identify the woman in front of him.

But—

Really?

There was still a trace of doubt in his heart that he subconsciously concealed, but it was soon diluted by a feeling called joy.

"It's me, Brother Han, it's really me. ”

Nie Qingqing's voice was as clear and elegant as ever, making people feel as if they were in the clouds.

Han Chuang gazed at her eyes gently, firmly grasped her gaze, and said word by word: "Qingqing, why did you appear here." ”

He remembered that he was fighting with someone, so why did he suddenly appear in the courtyard?

He didn't understand, doubted, tried to solve his doubts, but he didn't dare, he didn't want to, for fear of getting a result he didn't want.

People are like this, when something wonderful happens right in front of you, even if you suspect that it is all false, you hope that it will never pass.

Nie Qingqing sighed, looked at Han Chuang's tender eyes, and said in a harmonious voice, "Brother Han, have you forgotten?"

Han Chuang was surprised: "What did I forget?"

If there is someone in this world who can erase his memory, it is God, then there is no god in this world, there is no one for a long time, and he does not remember anything that has been forgotten.

"You really forgot. Nie Qingqing's face was gloomy, with loss in her eyes, and her pitiful appearance made people hold her in their arms and comfort her.

But Han Chuang didn't do this, he is a calm person, even if he is addicted to emotions, he will remain calm in the depths of his heart, sometimes it is like a split personality, a person is split into two personalities, one of them indulges in enjoyment, and the other looks from the sidelines with tears in his eyes.

Now the character who was watching with tears in his eyes prevailed, he didn't speak, just stared at Nie Qingqing, and his expression did not have the initial tenderness, but a kind of doubt, deep doubt.

When Nie Qingqing saw this look, he couldn't help but say gloomily: "You forgot? You found me a few days ago, and you said that we should have a home of our own, so we built a house here." At this point, she burst into tears, almost crying, "You really forgot, don't you remember at all?"

Memory.

Memory is an untouchable secret locked in the mind, belonging to the human individual, a secret that is difficult for outsiders to see, and a treasure that cannot be taken away by others.

At this moment, Han Chuang didn't have the memory of what Nie Qingqing said in his mind at all, there were only two possibilities, first, Nie Qingqing was lying, and second, everything was fake.

No matter which one it is, it means a heart-rending pain, and Han Chuang is unwilling to confirm it easily.

People are like this, sometimes even if they know that it is just a dream, they still have luck in their hearts, hoping that everything is true.

Han Chuang is the kind of person who hopes that his dreams will come true.

He stroked Nie Qingqing's long and soft hair, and said softly, "I'm sorry, Qingqing, I forgot." ”

Nie Qingqing burst into tears and laughed, tapped his forehead with his index finger, and said with a smile: "You guy, you accidentally fell from a high place when you were building a house yesterday, did you break your brain?" ”

Han Chuang had a strange feeling in his heart, but he said, "Maybe." ”

He didn't have much, as if how many words were hard things.

Nie Qingqing didn't seem to see his inner struggle at all, and said softly, "Didn't you say that you want to listen to me play the piano today? I'll go get the piano now." ”

Play?

Han Chuang shook his head with a smile and said softly, "Go ahead." As he spoke, he gently pushed her out.

Nie Qingqing turned around and glared at him with a smile, and Shi Shiran left, until his back disappeared into the thick fog, and Han Chuang frowned.

At this moment, he was already sure that the person in front of him was definitely not Nie Qingqing.

The reason is very simple, Nie Qingqing can't play the piano.

Speaking of playing the piano, I'm afraid that most of the ladies in the Shenzhou Continent can play the piano, but Nie Qingqing is a wonder, without any musical talent at all, Han Chuang is because of Liu Qingfu's edification, he will be a little bit, so he took the initiative to take on the task of teaching, but in the end, he only came to the conclusion that Nie Qingqing is not this material at all.

If all this was true, Nie Qingqing would never take the initiative to play the piano to him, because she wouldn't, and the emotions between them didn't need the sound of the piano to convey at all.

There is no doubt that Nie Qingqing in front of her is fake, even if she behaves sincerely, she shows her feet on such an important point, and even everything in front of her, this courtyard, is fake, it is all a delusion sketched in her mind.

As soon as he thought of this, Han Chuang couldn't help but feel gloomy in his heart, and muttered in a whisper: "If all this is true, how good it would be." ”

Smile.

Although he was sure that Nie Qingqing was still alive, and even sure that Nie Qingqing was in the northwest, he had no clue where it was, and perhaps only by understanding what was going on here could he look for it without worry.

But--the sea of people is vast, maybe Nie Qingqing is also looking for him, but who can guarantee that the two of them will meet in the vast sea of people? Even if they pass by, it is a kind of fate, and who knows that their fate can continue until now?

Perhaps, maybe everything is fateful.

Thinking about this, Han Chuang's heart became even more gloomy.

"Brother Han, what's wrong with you?" At this moment, Nie Qingqing's voice came from the fog, even though he knew that it was fake, Han Chuang still felt warm.

When he looked up, he saw Nie Qingqing Shi Ran walking out of the fog, holding a Yaoqin in his arms.

Ordinary Yaoqin has five strings, corresponding to the palace, Shang, horn, micro, feather, according to the five elements of the saying, there are also rumors among the pianists that a Yaoqin is a world, whether it is gold, wood, water, fire and earth, or the world of the four seasons, the prosperity of spring and summer, the decline of autumn and winter are contained in it.

Han Chuang is dismissive of this statement, in his opinion, the piano is the piano, it is a musical instrument, it is a machine that makes notes, at most it is just more beautiful, it makes people addicted, and there is nothing special other than that.

But when he saw the piano that Nie Qingqing was holding, Han Chuang suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart, as if all his previous understandings were wrong.

The seven strings of this qin in front of him, the first five strings are no different from ordinary Yaoqin, and the last two strings correspond to Shaogong and Shaoshang, Shaogong is feminine and Shaoshang is masculine, which just completes the five elements of yin and yang in the world.

The surface is not made of ordinary wood, but made of jade. Generally speaking, a piano made of jade can't talk about sound, and can only be used for ornamental purposes, but looking at Nie Qingqing's demeanor, Han Chuang knows that this piano can make a sound, and the sound should be extremely pleasant.

Nie Qingqing set up the piano and said to Han Chuang with a smile: "Brother Han, then I'll start." ”

Han Chuang smiled naturally and made a gesture of please.

Nie Qingqing sat by the piano, changing color, and the original warm smile disappeared and was replaced by coldness.

Han Chuang frowned, and just as he wanted to speak, he heard a soft sound, like the sound of dew dropping on jade, clear and pleasant.

He was about to scream, but he stopped at the moment and listened to the sound of the piano.

At the beginning of the sound of the piano, Ding Dong is like a spring water dripping between the stones, the wonderful rhyme is natural, beautiful, which contains a kind of melody with resentment, as if the resentment that cannot be sought, and as if being bullied, the resentment is difficult to eliminate.

After a while, this depression gradually faded, as if a hole opened between heaven and earth, and a meter of moonlight projected down and fell on Nie Qingqing, as if she was covered with a layer of mist and light veil.

Han Chuang looked at Nie Qingqing, only to feel that the stars and moons of the Tianshan Mountains were less than one-ten-thousandth of her beauty, and the originally clear heart seemed to be gradually blurred.

(Sound Killing)

He frowned, sighing inwardly.

Although he had expected it, it all came too fast and caught him off guard. If possible, he would rather postpone the revelation of the facts, and postpone it again.

But he also understands that this is impossible, all the false results are cruel, and the tone makes this cruelty accumulate to an irreparable level, so it is better to let him release it early.

With a sigh, disillusionment stood above his head.

Nie Qingqing's complexion changed, and his hands turned into phantoms, flying on the strings.

The sound of the piano entered his ears and became more urgent, and Han Chuang only felt that the blood in his chest was boiling, and he couldn't restrain himself.

(I didn't expect that even disillusionment couldn't completely suppress this sound killing technique.) ）

Han Chuang couldn't help but think that before he fought Lin Jiangxue for the first time, his father had tested him with the sound killing technique, at that time he used the dragon chant in the dragon fist to break the sound kill, but at this moment he had another method.

Although the dragon chant is good, it is undoubtedly in the art of fighting, the two strong fight, there will be an injury, if Han Chuang's groan is a little weaker, I am afraid it will be a catastrophe, but there is another way to calm down.

If there is no disillusionment, I'm afraid Han Chuang won't be able to think of this method, if there is no Nie Qingqing, I'm afraid he won't be able to learn this method, Han Chuang will treat disillusionment as a green jade relic, and use Nie Qingqing's method of urging the martial soul green jade relic, urging disillusionment.

The disillusionment above his head spun up immediately, emitting a faint purple light.

This purple light isolated the sound and kept Han Chuang's mind clear.

Looking at the fake Nie Qingqing in front of him, Han Chuang sighed in his heart, and secretly thought: "If you are really here, you will definitely recognize this invincible and immortal method, but unfortunately you are not here, where are you." ”

Han Chuang thought about it, in fact, he was completely unimpressed by the sound of the piano, and let the sound waves be like a tide, he suppressed it with disillusionment and stood still.

Fine beads of sweat gradually oozed from the top of Nie Qingqing's head, his hands were faster, the sound of the piano was more urgent, and the sound waves were emitted in a circular form in the form of waves visible to the naked eye, but they were shaking the air, but they were strangely separated half an inch away from Han Chuang's body.

Just like a stone parting waves, the waveform of the sound wave naturally walked away from both sides, and it didn't touch Han Chuang's body at all.

Nie Qingqing's eyes lit up, and he continued to strengthen the input of sound waves in disbelief, and the sound of the piano also showed an obvious sense of slaughter, the sound waves hit the ground, bursting, and there was a rumbling sound, and the explosions were connected, causing the earth to shake, but Han Chuang was like an old tree, firmly rooted on the ground, standing still.