In the end, I thought the same as when I came, and stayed in the temple with Han Yifeng for one night and then went back.

Only at night did he know that Han Yifeng's real purpose in coming to the temple was to paint the night scene of the ancient temple, and Xi Yuming felt that he had fallen for Han Yifeng again.

After inquiring with the monks, there was no one in the monastery who could play wonderful music, and during this time, there would always be a wonderful sound from somewhere in the evening.

The abbot of the temple also doesn't know where he has gone these days, so the monks in the temple feel that this must be the abbot's high morality, and he insists on a piece of music every day when practicing in which cave.

In their eyes, this music is all Buddha music, and they recite the Sutra of the Mystic Law for them with great reverence. This answer made Xi Yuming accept it with suspicion, since it was Buddha music, he didn't want to explore too much.

At night, the ancient temple achieves a rare quiet, more deeply exposed, although there are many people in the temple during the day, but few people live in the temple, and more are afraid.

Han Yifeng was able to book a meditation room with so many people, and he didn't feel that it was too laborious at all, and many meditation rooms were empty all year round.

The meditation room they live in is the first floor of the mountain temple, and the buildings in the temple are built layer by layer around the mountain peak to the peak. Standing in front of the meditation room and looking at the scenery at night, the lights in the distance turned into stars in the sky.

It turns out that when you are far away from the downtown and in a secluded place, the downtown is just a small point in the space, so small, and it is usually seen as so complicated and troublesome.

Suddenly, the music he heard today seemed to faintly appear again, and this time, he closed his eyes and felt the emotions expressed in each note, making sure that he didn't hear it wrong, that the music really existed.

Xi Yuming turned around in surprise and looked in the direction of the music, as he slowly found the music he heard, Xi Yuming became a little uneasy, overwhelmed, happy like a child found a big treasure, but worried that his abruptness would ruin the composer's interest.

Wait, isn't this what everyone calls a forbidden place in a temple, a dangerous garden?

As soon as Xi Yuming walked to the door of the garden, the music suddenly stopped, and he wanted to push the door open, but he stretched out his hand but didn't dare to exert himself, only to hear a sigh.

This voice seemed to be a woman, after Xi Yuming's confirmation, his heartbeat accelerated instantly, he had never spoken to a girl so late, if he really met, his mouth and throat would definitely lose their effect.

Not to mention asking her how to create this beautiful music.

When he heard footsteps approaching him, he ran away in a panic without looking back. When he was about to return to the meditation room, he regretted that for the sake of music, even if he talked to strangers, what could he do?

Why are you so cowardly? Why are you running? Is it appropriate to go back now? Is that person already gone?

No, she must have left, so late, she will definitely go back to sleep, this temple is so cold at night that she just wants to get into the bed, and she doesn't want to show a finger.

Xi Yuming had no choice but to lower his head and walk towards the meditation room with a cinnabar mole on the palm of his right hand.

"Yo, isn't this your most precious pimple?

Han Yifeng's eyes are really poisonous, worthy of wearing glasses, but four eyes are better than two eyes, standing in front of the door, you can see what Ji Yutang is doing.

Since the freshman year and Ji Yutang met, it was because he noticed this cinnabar mole, and he thought it was very novel at the time, and it was the first time he had seen someone grow a cinnabar mole in the palm of his hand when he was so big.

Isn't it that in the previous life, who agreed with him in the next life as a proof of love between the two? Those are all stories that only exist in books, right? So driven by curiosity, he took the initiative to make friends with Xi Yuming, who is not good at words.

Later, I learned that this cinnabar mole was because of the pimple left after being naughty and injured when I was a child, even so, Xi Yuming still cares about this "cinnabar mole" very much, and does not allow others to touch it at will, and is usually very careful in doing things, for fear of damaging it.

"What's the matter with you?" Ji Yutang walked over and pushed Han Yifeng away, approached the meditation room, and poured a glass of water to drink.

"Wasn't it okay when I went out just now? Stimulated by something? Wilted again? Your emotions are like a roller coaster, you are really a little caught off guard, is it true that people who engage in music are like this? I don't think Pei Zongche is like this, you have to learn from him, and those who play music must have the appearance of playing music. ”

"What do you look like when you play with drawing?"

"I'm talking about you, why do you want to involve me?" Han Yifeng approached the meditation room and closed the door and said, "You just think too much, you also study music, you look at Pei Zongche, you want to be talented and talented, you have to be cold and cold, just a smile, I feel that it is a gift from God, I don't say you, you look at yourself, as if others owe you money, every day is like having depression, why do you want to be like this, isn't it good to be happy?"

"Yes, does everyone have to be as heartless as you?"

"Why don't I have no heart and lungs?" Han Yifeng said, "Painting is the source of my happiness, you like music so much, why are you so melancholy? If so, it is better to discard it." ”

"Nonsense!" Xi Yuming said very seriously, "Music is like my life, I coexist with it, and only when I die will I stop the unremitting pursuit of the most music." ”

"Then are you pretending to be cold? Melancholy Prince series?"

"I just heard today's tune, looking for the past, and I heard a sigh, and I thought it was a girl, so I came back. ”

"Oh~~ Then do you want that tune or regret because you didn't see that girl's face?"

"Of course it's music......" Xi Yuming actually wanted to answer, he really wanted to see what kind of girl she was, she was so bold to play music in the garden where others were afraid to go in.

"No wonder people don't take a fancy to you, obviously everyone knows that you have a solid foundation in music than Pei Zongche, just like you, how can you wait for the favor and attention of girls. Han Yifeng shook his head helplessly and said.

"What do you mean by that?" asked Xi Yuming unconvinced.

"Oh, I wanted you to see my paintings, but it seems that I'm going to go to bed when I'm sleepy. ”

Han Yifeng sighed, took off his clothes and got into the quilt, no matter how Xi Yuming asked him to comment, he ignored it.

It was not good to disturb Han Yifeng's rest, so he had to give up. His mind was still brought to the tune he had just heard, and he had forgotten that he had played it unconsciously.

When I hear this piece again now, I just feel that it is familiar, where I have heard it, and I don't know anything else.

All night, Xi Yuming was thinking about that tune, if only he could know the person who played the music, the person who can make such a piece must have super deep musical skills, and if he can get his guidance, his music creation ability will definitely go to the next level.