The two of them chatted without saying a word, and because they were relatively close, they felt like a young couple. But fortunately, although this place is beautiful and pleasant, but there are not many tourists during this time period, there are at least twenty people here when they come, and now there are only two of them left, if there are too many people, I am afraid that Xiaoya's appearance will cause a lot of trouble.

"These words, it seems, shouldn't come out of the mouth of a killer." Xiaoya said, "You are like a philosopher now, which makes people feel a little awkward. ”

"I mean, do you have any misunderstanding of the concept of a killer?" Ye Xiaochen glanced at her, "Who said that a killer must always be cold and arrogant, cruel and ruthless?" The real top killer should be a master who can adjust his state and emotions at any time, and know how to deal with various dangerous situations. Tension when emotions should be tight, relaxation when it should be relaxed, this is the norm. The reason why top killers are able to take each other's lives by surprise is because they have done it, and their joy and anger are invisible. ”

As he spoke, Ye Xiaochen turned his back to the camera and took out a bamboo flute from the necklace on his chest.

"Why did you bring the flute?"

Ye Xiaochen: "The scenery here is good, so play the flute and relax a little." ”

"You're going to do this?" Xiaoya was a little surprised, she had known Ye Xiaochen for more than two years, and she had never seen Ye Xiaochen play the flute.

"I've learned a little bit before."

At this time, Xiaoya suddenly found that Ye Xiaochen's appearance suddenly changed. His expression, his eyes, and his temperament when he stroked the bamboo flute were not as serious as he had known before, serious and with a hint of frivolity and playfulness, but invisibly with elegance, melancholy and a hint of sadness. And all these changes are due to the fact that he took out the bamboo flute.

This bamboo flute can affect a person's mood and temperament so obviously, so what kind of height has he reached with this bamboo flute before. Xiao Ya also once heard Ye Xiaochen say that above the human sword, there is a realm called the unity of human sword. Ye Xiaochen didn't have a sword in his hand, only the bamboo flute, and now she felt that Ye Xiaochen seemed to have faint signs of merging with the bamboo flute in his hand. No, this feeling is more like a heart-to-heart connection.

When he raised the bamboo flute, the surrounding environment seemed to have completely quieted, and the huge scenic spot was already visible. Ye Xiaochen put the bamboo flute to his mouth and began to play it slowly. For a while, Xiao Ya seemed to feel that what she heard was not the sound of a flute at all, but a comfortable breeze blowing in her consciousness, as if she saw that the surrounding level of the mirror-like lake began to tremble rhythmically, and there were bursts of glowing ripples on the edge of the lake. I felt like I was in a bamboo forest, and in the depths of the bamboo forest, the melodious flute sound kept coming, echoing in her heart......

Suddenly, the melody of the flute suddenly changed, from the beginning of the tactful and melodious to like a cry. It was as if she saw a baby crying on a winter night, and as time went on, the baby gradually stopped crying and fell into a deep sleep. For a time, the night turned into day, winter turned to spring, the sun and the moon passed, and the baby who was originally in swaddling clothes became a two-year-old child. At this moment, the sound of the flute becomes low and graceful again, making people feel as if a toddler is sitting alone in a corner, constantly shedding sad tears. A faint feeling of depression suddenly came out of Ye Xiaochen's body, and it became more and more intense, making Xiaoya suddenly feel so depressed that it was difficult to breathe, and her chest seemed to be pressed with a heavy iron plate.

He closed his eyes, and the notes blew softly, like a breeze. This light note made the whole world completely silent, and there was no more noise. The breeze that blew the wicker on the shore of the lake stopped, and the ripples spread across the lake gradually disappeared, as did the birdsong that had been ringing all the time. At this moment, the whole world seems to have only that one note, lingering in people's hearts, and it can't be dispersed for a long time.

The rhythm of the notes began to gradually increase, and Xiao Ya's inner tremor also accelerated, until the notes converged into a poignant and heart-wrenching movement. She seemed to see that the two-year-old child was silently suffering from the ridicule and bullying of others in loneliness, and even the people around him left him. Spend dark night after night in loneliness and indifference, and it seems that there is never tomorrow. The heaviness of the flute seems to have increased a little more, and the toddler gradually turns into a teenager, bearing all the pain and suffering that ordinary people cannot bear in the boundless darkness and loneliness. There is endless anger and sadness, as well as apathy and loneliness.

Subconsciously, she seemed to see the bright sky suddenly covered with dark clouds, and lightning and thunder in the dark clouds. The boy carried a heavy load alone and kept climbing on the mountain. There was an indescribable oppressive force in the dark clouds, which pressed down on others at all. Suddenly, the rain poured down, and the storm tore at the young man's fragile body like a dragon's claws. However, in the midst of this catastrophic blow, the boy never fell down like a stubborn grass. No matter how merciless the wind and rain were, he gritted his teeth and silently endured everything, because he couldn't fall.

At this moment, Xiao Ya's heart, which had already been frozen by extreme cold, suddenly appeared a crack, and an indescribable feeling of suffocation came to her face.

After enduring a long period of wind and rain, the young man's already fragile body has already become full of holes. But even after suffering so much, he still did not fall, but cheered up, squeezed the last trace of strength from his broken body, and continued to climb upward.

However, the catastrophe did not end because of his persistence, and the wind was raging again, and lightning and thunder roared all around. The storm was constantly destroying his flesh and stimulating every nerve in his body. But in the face of such torture, the young man still used his scarred body to endure all the torture, allowing the wounds on his body to continue to increase, and the pain on his body to increase. Even so, he still stubbornly persevered and did not fall, and supported the ...... unwaveringly

Endless natural disasters struck again and again like evil spirits, and the attacks became more and more fierce and violent each time. The boy didn't know how many scars had been left on his body and how much blood had been shed. The pain of such great pain did not break him, and he stood up again and again, smiling mockingly at the cloud-covered sky......

Drip......

This is the sound of tears splashing, I don't know when, Xiaoya actually cried in the sound of this flute. The poignant sound of the flute told a sad story, which at first made her feel very depressed, and her heart trembled, and then the sound of the flute seemed to turn into a sharp knife and plunge into the depths of her heart. It made her feel so painful that even her soul was constantly trembling.

Half a minute passed, and the pain finally came to an end. The sound of the flute stopped, and the storm disappeared into obscurity, the rolling thunder gradually fell silent, and the cloudy sky was re-illuminated by the blazing sun. The boy, who had endured so much pain, also fell silent, and fell into a deep sleep, and everything fell into a terrible silence at this moment.

Ye Xiaochen withdrew the bamboo flute, and a faint smile resurfaced on his face.

At this time, Xiaoya quietly turned around, wiped the tears on her face vigorously, took a deep breath, and reopened her already reddened eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Ye Xiaochen couldn't help but ask when he saw Xiaoya's strange appearance.

"I didn't ...... It's nothing. Xiaoya turned around, her expression had returned to normal, but her beautiful eyes were still a little red, obviously she had just shed tears.

Ye Xiaochen: "What's the matter, I'm not bad at blowing." ”

"Well, you really blow well." Xiao Ya nodded vigorously, seeing that Ye Xiaochen was still smiling, her heart began to feel distressed inexplicably. With her IQ, it is impossible not to know that Ye Xiaochen is actually telling her previous painful experience through the sound of the flute. If you hadn't experienced such a heart-wrenching feeling, it would have been impossible to play such a flute. But even after experiencing such pain, he could still smile when he recalled it, if it was her, she would never have been able to do it.

"That's right, it's okay, I haven't blown it for so long, I thought my skills were lagging behind." Ye Xiaochen scratched his head and smiled heartily, "Then if you want to hear it from now on, I'll blow it to you every day." ”

Xiao Ya nodded lightly and did not refuse him.

"Get out of the way, don't get in the way of our filming."

At this time, a discordant voice suddenly sounded behind him. The two turned their heads to see a group of people similar to a camera team hurrying towards the place, there were more than twenty people in total, and there were several people in performance costumes in the middle.

"Who are they?" Xiaoya asked.

Ye Xiaochen spread his hands: "How do I know, it may be that a crew is going to this place to shoot a film, and it just happened to bump into us." ”

When Xiaoya heard this, she immediately took out her mask and put it back on. A middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties walked up to them and said, "I'm sorry, kid, we're going to film in this place, can you listen to my uncle and go somewhere else to play first?" ”

At this time, Ye Xiaochen has long since lost the elegant appearance of playing the flute before, and he doesn't know when he has a grass root in his mouth, and he looks like a bad boy. He squinted at the middle-aged man and asked, "Uncle, who are you?" ”

"What's going on?" An extremely beautiful and beautiful voice came, which made people's hearts refreshed.