Ye Qingchen entered the school three days later to practice.

Originally, the academy would arrange a place for each disciple who entered the school, but in view of the fact that Ye Wuwu was the guest elder of the academy and had a separate residence in the academy, Ye Qingchen refused the residence arranged by the academy and lived in Ye Wuwu's courtyard.

Ye Wuwu's small courtyard is located in the middle of nowhere, close to the mountain behind the school. This place is sparsely populated and very quiet. Houshan was originally an ordinary place in the academy, but it suddenly became a forbidden place three years ago, and disciples of the academy were strictly forbidden to enter.

On the first night of entering the academy to practice, Ye Qingchen had insomnia. It's not that I'm excited, but I feel too much. Three years ago, what Ye Qingchen wanted to do but couldn't do, now she has helped her do it, but time has already passed, and things are wrong. Deep down in her heart, because she empathizes, she has always sympathized with the poor girl.

In addition, after traveling for so long, it was the first time she stayed overnight outside the Ye Mansion, and without Hua Rong's greetings from time to time and Ye Wuwu's care, she was a little unaccustomed to it.

Thinking that in her previous life, she had adventures all over the world, most of the time she was alone, and she didn't feel unaccustomed, but now she is hypocritical.

Ye Qingchen sat on the spot in the courtyard, hugged his knees, looked up at the endless starry sky, and couldn't help laughing at himself.

In the middle of spring, the night breeze also carries a little warmth, the insects and frogs in the ears are chirping, and the fragrant fragrance of flowers comes to the nose, which is very pleasant.

Come to think of it, she has been coming to this world for a while. Everything in the previous life, now reminiscing, the vicissitudes of life, it seems that thousands of years have passed.

The heaviness, the loneliness, the pain, the laughter, the joy ... All kinds of clouds, whether good or bad, have long since dissipated like clouds of smoke, and finally sealed in the deepest part of memory.

Her past was full of too many unpleasant things, but she never complained. Now, with a feeling of remembrance and gratitude, she starts anew, reminiscing about the past and not forgetting her original intention.

The past is gone, the future is still too far away, she only wants to live in the present and cherish every inch of the present.

In the night, Ye Qingchen's dark eyes reflected the stars in the sky, and she suddenly smiled, her smile was brighter than the starlight.

A wisp of Xiao sound came leisurely, pulling back Ye Qingchen's thoughts of traveling far away.

Listen carefully, this Xiao sound is leisurely, like crying and complaining, in this silent night, adding a touch of loneliness and sadness.

Ye Qingchen stood up, patted the dust on his body, and his eyes fell in the direction of the back mountain. Xiao Sheng, it was from there that it came from.

"Could it be that there are people living in the mountains behind here?"

However, doesn't it say that the back mountain is a forbidden place? How can anyone live on the back mountain?

Ye Qingchen was curious, and his footsteps couldn't help but walk towards the back mountain. The closer he got to the back mountain, the clearer and clearer Xiao Sheng became. At this moment, Ye Qingchen obviously heard the artistic conception. This is a song that pours out the meaning of longing, and the artistic conception is probably missing the hometown.

In this nocturne, who can't afford to feel like a hometown?

This poem unexpectedly appeared in Ye Qingchen's mind.