One day, two days, I can't remember how many days of red makeup.

Fuyun really didn't come to Shuyun Valley anymore.

Especially when it comes to waiting aimlessly, it's always extraordinarily long.

The piano with changed strings has been placed there, just like a child abandoned by his relatives, looking at the red makeup every day, and feeling sad every day.

"Da Si Ming, you are really here!" Qiu Wu ran to the red makeup who was asleep under the peach blossom tree in tears.

I was woken up just after falling asleep, and the red makeup was still in a state of confusion.

"How... Looking for me suddenly?"

"Da Si Ming! Today is the Lantern Festival!" Qiu Wu opened his mouth excitedly, "Xiao Yi let me ask, do Da Si Ming want to celebrate the festival with us?"

"Oh... Lantern Festival..."Red Makeup listened confusedly.

Wait! Lantern Festival! Red makeup suddenly lifted the spirits.

"Lanterns!"

"What's wrong?" Looking at the red makeup that suddenly lit up in front of him, I don't know why, Qiu Wuxian suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Lantern Festival, is it a very important festival?"

"Not really. Qiu Wuxian pursed his lips, "However, the lantern is a thing of affection, we all think it is very interesting, and we also want to join in the fun." During this time, Shimizu Division has a lot of affairs, so it just happened to relax today. ”

Something to complain about!

Without the slightest delay, Red Makeup immediately came up with an idea, "Help me buy some lanterns and come back." River lanterns, to be chic. ”

"Whew! what a big deal!" Qiu Wuxian breathed a sigh of relief, these were all minor questions, "How much to buy?"

"All!"

"Ahem!" Qiu Wuxian almost squirted a mouthful of blood on his red face, sure enough, never underestimate the right way to do it.

"Hurry up!" added Red, "Go now, I'll see before dusk!"

In the evening, the sun had set, and it was supposed to be a time of deep silence.

Fu Yun listened to the noisy and lively outside, and suddenly felt that the ice cave was a little stuffy, and he rocked his wheelchair to the back mountain alone.

Faintly, Fuyun only scattered his heart towards the opposite side of the sound of the crowd frolicking. Fu Yun didn't know why they were laughing and laughing, and he wasn't curious.

It's just that at this moment, such an atmosphere makes Fuyun feel very comfortable and relaxed.

Unconsciously, Fuyun has reached the top of the back mountain, and the white-haired moonlight can't really brighten up this dark night.

But it was such a little-used moon that made Fuyun understand in an instant why Baihuayao was so happy.

Today's scene, Fu Yun found, is worth remembering enough.

In the valley stream of the whole Xianyi Valley, the peach blossom-shaped river lanterns are fluttering and floating, and the lights are lit, and the whole valley is like a colorful glow at dusk.

Lantern Festival.

Fu Yun looked at the weak moon in contrast, and quickly thought that today was the Lantern Festival.

It's very interesting, there are so many lanterns, it seems that the person who puts the lantern has a clear heart.

Fuyun watched quietly like this, and unconsciously, Yiyu's peerless appearance suddenly broke the former peace.

That smile is like a green kite flying into no man's land, like a sudden warm snow in the middle of the night in winter, it is the sweetheart in the dream, and suddenly the warm and soft words, like a spring breeze, everything melts.

"Da Si Ming! Let's rest!" "The red makeup is full of interest, this is bitter and bitter, Qiu Wu Tears, ran and broke his leg to buy back the city's lanterns, and honestly from the sun down to the present, now the body is sore, the stomach is hungry, and the face is full of grievances.

"Nine hundred and ninety-nine," the red makeup counted one by one, "That's it, the rest will be released tomorrow." ”

"Okay!" Qiu Wuxian was relieved, "But, Da Si Ming, why don't we put one more and make up a thousand whole numbers, how nice it sounds." ”

"Don't. Red makeup tilted her head to look at the lanterns, "It's complete, there is no hope for tomorrow." ”

"Oh..."Qiu Wuxian looked at the red makeup as if he didn't understand, "Then, why did the great priest only put an empty note in the lantern and make a wish, naturally he had to write a wish to make a number!"

A wish is not a wish. The lantern itself is the wish. Of course, Qiu Wuxian won't understand.

"Gollum~"

Hongxiang couldn't help but smile, listening to Qiu Wuxian's stomach complaining, and finally felt a little unbearable, "If you're hungry, go eat, I'll stay for a while." ”

Although Qiu Wuxian likes to stick to red makeup, at this time, he finally got the opportunity, of course, he still has to slip away.

Xiaoyi and Tongyou also said that they would call Brother Bai to eat hot pot together, and they are probably still waiting for themselves.

"That's... That..."

"What's wrong?"

"Hehe~" Qiu Wuxian's smile became a little meaningful for a second, "That, the big priest... The silver of the lanterns..."

"Just go to Shimizu for approval. ”

"Okay! I won't bother you! You go back to rest early!"

Seeing Qiu Wuxian leave, red makeup can quietly enjoy the tranquility at this time for a while.

Three thousand lanterns, just enough for three days, and a longing night, and finally put three lights.

Red makeup can't imagine where these lanterns will follow this stream with the flow. Just a glimpse of the leopard in the tube, only seeing a glimpse in front of me, I already feel beautiful.

If Fuyun can see, maybe he can understand his sincerity and know his heart.

If, Fuyun can't see. Then accompany him for the festival, in his own way, so that he will not miss this lantern festival.

Even if he didn't put a single lamp, every one of the three thousand lamps that continued for the past three days was for him.

One is dressed in white at the top of the mountain, and the other is dressed in a red dress at the bottom of the mountain.

The mountain does not know the mountain, and the mountain does not know the mountain.

The red dress misses the white clothes, and the white clothes are reflected in the bright lights like stars, and only the red is left.

It's a very meaningless thing, but red makeup just wants to do it.

Indulge in this meaningless waste of money and hard work, and enjoy yourself with red makeup.

This year is a year that makes people have no memory.

This year's Lantern Festival is a lantern festival that people will never forget.

Maybe the red makeup was ignorant, so he slept by the river and didn't return for a day, which made the jade light and shadow with red makeup feel a little uncomfortable looking at the window every night.

So, on the second day, before the red makeup woke up, Jade Guangying left here by herself.

Yes, this is a very interesting scene. In the window of the ice cave, the clouds are inside, and the jade light and shadow are outside.

Far away, the jade light and shadow could see the indifferent Fuyun in front of the table, and Fuyun could also see the jade-colored white horse lying under the tree.

Why is there a horse?

Fu Yun shook his wheelchair out of the room.

The eyes were relative, Fuyun was calm and indifferent, and the jade light and shadow were silent.

Two pairs of eyes, one large and one small, seem to be looking in a mirror, exactly the same clear and quiet.

Their eyes met quietly for a long time.

Fuyun was born to read minds, and I don't know if it is useful for a horse to read minds.

The jade light and shadow can know people's intentions, I don't know, Fuyun, who has always been moody, can it know.

Fuyun suddenly looked away, and Jade Light and Shadow buried his head and closed his eyes. Looks sleepy.

I don't know if I was afraid that I would make a noise with Yu Guangying, or if I suddenly thought of something, Fu Yun slowly shook the wheelchair.

Indeed, it has been a long time since I have come to Shuyun Valley.

Fu Yun thought that if the two did not owe each other, he could already forget about this place.

But the devil sent the gods, and it seemed that everything was predestined in the dark.

The peach blossoms are blooming brilliantly, and I don't know if they have been broken by people with hearts.

It won't rain today, look at this cloud, you know, Fuyun looked up.

Today's rain will not be the rain it once was. All the rain in this world is only for a moment.

Fuyun slowly entered the corridor, fortunately, Shuyun Valley was full of peach blossoms, and there would be no footprints.

Otherwise, Fuyun would have easily found the messy footprints that Man Gu had been wound around, which was a stupid proof that he had no sense of direction.

Naughtily walked into the folded flower branches growing in the corridor, Fuyun looked at it for a long time, and remembered the two thousand paper cranes in front of his desk.

Now, the flower branch seems to be lonely, not as interesting as last time.

Fu Yun sat down at the table, subconsciously touched a piece of paper, and suddenly froze on one side of his eyes.

Be...

Violin?

Jean is different.

Fu Yun put down the paper and touched his piano.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

Seven strings, one is not less.

Obviously a string was broken.

Fu Yun touched the three strings that had been broken, and it didn't take much effort to find that it was different from the one he had made before.

No, it's not just this string.

All the strings are not their original ones.

Fu Yun couldn't help frowning, he never used the strings made by others, and everyone in Baihuayao and Zhongqinmen knew it.

However, this string...

The tentacles are slightly cold, but warm and delicate.

Fu Yun thought for a moment and gently plucked a string.

It is loud and melodious.

It's not the strings that Chasha and the others change.

This is a unique snow velvet silk, after turning, winding, and, smoking, boiling, drying and other dozens of processes carefully made, can be so delicate and tough, soft and rigid.

First, fifteen filaments are used to pull out the original string, and then through those dozens of processes, it is woven into a string composed of sixty-six filaments.

Then continue to wind up to become a middle string, and then wrap again, to become an old string.

Cumbersome processes, as long as there is a deviation in one step, all have to be restarted.

One hundred and eight old strings made of silk, what kind of contemplation, patience and meditation are needed.

For the first time, there is a person who, like himself, will be so attentive just to make a few strings.

The piano is still the same piano, the strings, but it is no longer the original strings.

I don't know what the strings of the piano will be a little different from before.

With the difference, is it still the same piano from before?

Fu Yun didn't play it, and the strings of this piano before were made by the Yueyuan silk that Fu Yun had found several times. Compared with this snow velvet silk, I don't know which one is better.

It doesn't matter, though.

Fu Yun picked up the piano and slowly left Shuyun Valley.

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