"Do you say that you have no clothes, and you are clothed with the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my armor soldiers, and walk with his son......"

The blue sky was cloudless, Duanmuqi stood facing the wind of the Green Language Lake, quietly listening to the flute played by Lin Yao, silently responding in his heart, and his eyes couldn't help but contain tears.

Some touches always come inexplicably, Duanmuqi used to listen to this song, whether it is the sound of the flute or the sound of the zheng, there is no sound quality power as Xu Chun, nor is it so intriguing and deep. Silently, Duanmuqi blinked, and the lake was still wandering under the aftersound of a different impassioned flute, and I couldn't help but wonderfully think: My bosom friend is actually an eight-year-old child.

Today is the twelfth day of the first lunar month, and Lin Yao has been learning the flute by the Green Language Lake for more than 20 days, and the four basic exercises of qi, fingers, lips, and tongue are already proficient enough, and the know-how of the use of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu has also been mastered.

played a complete piece for the first time, and the reason why Duanmuqi chose to teach Lin Yao this song "No Clothes" was because "No Clothes" was quite short. However, Lin Yao did not simply play this tune, but gave full play to the charm of this tune.

"Very good, auntie will teach you another song!" Duanmuqi said quietly.

Lin Yao's heart was clear, and he heard the meaning of parting in his aunt's tone, but he didn't respond stupidly. When Duanmuqi's flute sounded, Lin Yao was naturally immersed in the music.

Still listening so attentively, comprehending the tongue, lips, fingers, and qi with his heart, and tasting the palace, business, horns, signs, and feathers with his heart, but the scene that appeared in Lin Yao's mind seemed to be very familiar, and it seemed to be very strange. The strange feeling is that Lin Yao can't find a matching artistic conception in the books he has read, and the familiar feeling is that there are ploughing cattle and fields in the scene, and such scenery is really kind.

The flute played by Duanmuqi stopped slowly, and Lin Yao still looked quietly ahead.

"Yao'er, is this song good?" asked Duanmuqi.

"It's good!" Lin Yao replied in the affirmative, and then couldn't help asking, "Auntie, what is the name of this song?"

The song is called "Fu Li", which was composed by the great hero Xingtian. ”

"It turned out to be a song composed by the great hero Xingtian. ”

"I didn't expect that, right?" Duanmu Qiqiao had a faint smile on his face, "Our great hero Xingtian is not only a brave god of war, but also a talented and elegant man who loves life. ”

"I really didn't expect it. Lin Yao's little face also showed a spring-like smile.

"It's spring again. ”

"Hmm. ”

My aunt hopes that in the future, Yao'er will also be able to become a talented, life-loving, heroic, and capable and elegant person. ”

"I will!"

"Yao'er, I'm going back tomorrow, but there are still some things that haven't been dealt with yet, it's still early today, so you can practice the flute by yourself!" Duanmuqi looked at the sun that was gradually moving west, and said faintly.

Lin Yao was stunned there, but he knew what the accident was, but he couldn't figure out what kind of decision his aunt planned to make when he decided to return. Regarding the daffodils hanging in the east wing, Lin Yao tested his aunt's attitude, and he also took a step and looked at a step, and he didn't think of the best of both worlds.

Walking out of the range of Yingang, Duanmuqi's brows tightened as if he was sleepwalking, and he walked through the field and stepped on the Qianmo path, his forward steps were fast and slow, and he leaped in the air. Because what Duanmuqi wants to settle on is not the road in front of him, but the shadow in the image......

For several nights, Duanmuqi speculated on the origin of the daffodil essence with the "premeditation method", but he could only vaguely get this clue. The picture that can come to mind is too hazy, after all, it has been several months since the daffodil was picked back to the forest house, and it is impossible to listen to it talking to Lin Yao these days, how could Duanmuqi, who is deep in the bureau, think that such a well-behaved and studious little guy sticks to her every day, but he is fighting with her......

At this moment, on the shore of the Green Language Lake, Lin Yao is practicing the song "Fu Li" made by the great hero Xingtian, and he doesn't know where to run that tune.

Seeing that her aunt went to the field to investigate, how could Lin Yao have the heart to play an elegant tune, and her voice was naturally like a bull pulling a plow.

Absent-minded, ugly!

Of course, Lin Yao was also thinking in his heart, what should he do?

It didn't take long for a ghost idea to come to mind.

And so, the tune sounded good.

Between the thousands of cliffs, there is a stream winding, and the mountain wind is bleak. The sun was already on the other side of the mountain, and Duanmuqi was sitting cross-legged on a rock by the stream, running the "premeditation method" for about half an hour, and her pretty face with her eyes closed looked more and more lonely.

After a long time, Duanmuqi opened his eyes slightly, not surprised or happy. It's just that when his eyes fell on the stream, a trace of fear appeared on his pretty face. I only had the experience of brain water more than 20 days ago, and the feeling was so bad that it could be said that it had caused a shadow in the soul for Duanmuqi, who could only see the gray picture using the "premeditation method".

Duanmuqi shifted his gaze, jumped up along the cliff, and came to the peak after a while. This move fell into the eyes of Lin Yao on the shore of Green Language Lake, which was so shocked that he couldn't care about playing the flute, for fear that his aunt would find out about the existence of the shrimp and toad hole when she stood on such a high peak.

Although in this early spring, there is not much new green on the earth, but the scenery of the Yandang Mountain Range, where strange peaks are clustered, is also extremely beautiful. What's more, at this moment, the sunset is shining, Duanmuqi is quietly standing on the top of the peak and looking at it from afar, how many craggy and strange stones are shining like agate, I can't help but be attracted by this scenery, I just want to appreciate it more.

Accompanied by picturesque peaks and mountains, Duanmuqi simply sat down, and his heart was much more comfortable.

Seeing this scene, Lin Yaotian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and said: Auntie is happy.

The remnant sun is more magnificent, and it is gradually falling, looking at the mountains like the sea, and the sunset is all over the sky. Duanmuqi stood up, straightened his clothes, waved his sleeves, and walked down the mountain cleanly, really with an indescribable sense of ease.

Coming down the mountain, Duanmuqi didn't stop by the stream, let go of his footsteps and walked in the direction of the tree-shaded village, which was like a meteor.

In a moment, the Lingran Mountain in the shade was already in sight. After another moment, Duanmuqi saw the lonely figure of the little guy Lin Yao, sitting next to a tree.

"Yao'er, why are you sitting here?" Duanmuqi asked after a pause.

"I'm sitting here waiting for my aunt. ”

"Why?"

"Tomorrow my aunt will go back. Lin Yao stood up and approached, and whispered, "I have a secret to tell my aunt." ”

"Oh, what a secret to tell my aunt. ”

"That's it...... The daffodil I picked, it became a sperm. ”

"It's fine!"

Duanmuqi responded like this, because she didn't expect Lin Yao to tell her about this matter as a secret.

When Lin Yao quietly wanted to tell her a secret, although she immediately guessed that it was about the daffodil, this goblin had been staying in the purple sand pen holder on the table in front of the window in the east wing, but it had troubled Duanmuqi for more than twenty days, and now she suddenly heard it, and she felt even more foggy.