Shen Ling and the others ate roast mutton and drank happily, and after a while, a jar of wine was drunk by the two.

Zhao Kuo seemed to be a little drunk, and said to Shen Ling: "Brother Shen, it's really, good, good amount of wine," and after speaking, he fell asleep, and after a while, a snoring sounded.

Glancing at Zhao Kuo, Shen Ling chuckled and said, "The amount of wine is still too bad, you have to practice," In fact, the amount of wine in this jar is only the amount of four or five bottles of liquor in the world before the crossing, and he, Shen Ling, in the past, was the best among many friends, and no one could drink him.

He found that after coming to this world, his alcohol consumption not only did not decrease, but also increased a lot, which made him feel strange himself, and he estimated in his heart that it might be his true martial soul that played a role, and the three qi circulation, "Does it also help to dispel alcohol, if that is the case, let alone this altar, even if he has a few more jars of wine, he will have no problem." ”

Shen Ling just thought so in his heart, but in fact he was still a little drunk, and he was able to drink Zhao Kuo down, proving that he was not drinking less, looking at the starry sky, looking at the galaxy, as if he was a star in the galaxy, at least he was not alone.

I don't know when, a cool breeze blew, and suddenly a breeze blew, blowing his clothes and sounding, the drunkenness just now was instantly replaced by a coolness, and his heart was a little more comfortable.

Shen Ling still looked at the galaxy, as if the twinkling stars were pulling him, in the vast distance of the universe, the former Shen Ling seemed to be still there, still in that small rental house, adding his class, chatting about his days, watching his novels, and all this was done under listening to his own tunes.

That feeling of the past instantly made Shen Ling's tears wet in an instant, tears swirled in his eyes, but they never fell, he didn't expect that when he faced his former self, his state of mind was also so fragile, but the tears could not fall, it was not stubbornness, but a kind of tenacity in his heart to support.

Shen Ling took a deep breath, only now did he find that he had come to this world, it had been more than a month, in this more than a month, he had gone from a slave to the present, step by step, although there were difficulties and ups and downs, but everything was developing in the direction of what he wanted in his heart.

Another cool breeze blew, Shen Ling got up, took advantage of the cool breeze and wine, and unconsciously read out in his mouth: "The galaxy is still in yesterday's clothes, looking at the heavens and returning again, it is still tough after thousands of blows, and the wind from east to west, north and south." ”

After reading it, he sighed in his heart: "It seems that the previous knowledge has not been learned in vain," this poem is just Shen Ling taking advantage of the artistic conception and wine to come out at will, only slightly changed, mainly reflecting his mood at the moment.

And when this poem popped out of Shen Ling's mouth, Qingni on the side was full of surprise, at this moment, she didn't believe that the brother in front of her still had such talent, and followed softly: "The galaxy is still in yesterday's clothes, look at the sky and return again,...。 ”

Although she doesn't understand poetry, she can feel the weight of these sentences in a teenager, it is a tortuous and bumpy road to adversity, but it seems to have a taste of yearning and nostalgia for the return, the corners of the green mud face faded into a smile again, and looked at the teenager with more admiration.

Then poetically, Shen Ling unintentionally picked up a fallen leaf in his hand, put the leaf at the corner of his mouth, looked at the starry sky, and blew out a trace of melodiousness.

The rhythm is together, the long note is soft and fluttering, echoing in the whole land, deep into the distance, so that this vast land, in the beauty of the more soft and calm, the melody of the song is beautiful with a hint of passion, making people feel deeply happy, as if this night scene in his tune is more vibrant, intoxicating at the same time, but ethereal and far-reaching.

Shen Ling blew carefully, faintly he could feel the eagle soaring, and there was a vast world in his heart, this song was the "Heaven and Earth Pure Song" that he created before crossing over, whenever he felt physically and mentally exhausted, he had to listen to it.

It's just that now he has no chance to go back and listen to it again, so he can only rely on the memory in his mind and try to recall it, but what he didn't expect was that he would use a leaf to revive this pure song in such a situation.

Qingni, who was sitting in front of the car, listened to this melodious song, and the whole person suddenly fell into a stupor, her eyes changed from worship to infatuation, and it was not only this person who was obsessed, but also this song, she unconsciously stepped out of the carriage, looked at the young man, and listened to the song, as if she had forgotten it.

In the carriage, the woman in gray with her eyes slightly closed, when she heard this music, her heart trembled, and then she slowly opened her eyes, with a look of surprise, she lifted the curtain and looked out, and then the sky was full of stars and the afterglow of the bonfire, she could vaguely see the back of the young man, and she was more sure of something.

The sound of this song had an extremely familiar taste, as if it evoked her memories for many years, and her heart remembered those two people again, and at this moment, tears could not help but flow, flowing down her cheeks and rolling off her clothes.

The woman in gray lowered the curtain and wiped her tears, trying to calm herself, but the inexplicability and complexity on her face could not be retreated for a long time, and then she sighed lightly, and said in her mouth: "Is it really providence." ”

She couldn't believe that Shen Ling was too similar to those two people in terms of music and rhythm, he had such a talent at such an age, and even had the feeling of surpassing those two, and sighed again in her heart: "It's not their child." ”

Then she took out a package from her sleeve and unfolded it, took a brocade box in her hand, looked at the brocade box, she paused, and took out a bamboo flute from it and pinched it in her hand, and it was obvious that the woman in gray cherished this thing very much.

In the end, she moved her gaze to the end of the bamboo flute, and the word "Yin" engraved at the end made her suddenly excited, and secretly said in her heart: "Holy Lord, you can rest assured, Yi'er has grown up, the slave and maid are sacrificing themselves, and they must also protect him, and never let him be hurt in the slightest, but the slave and maid, the slave and the maid are afraid, afraid of the promise that was promised to you at the beginning, the slave and the maid do not understand whether it is a big promise or a great providence, but all this seems to have been destined for a long time, please forgive the slave and the slave is not, your great grace and slave and maid will only be reported in the next life." ”

The woman in gray exhaled lightly, suppressed the excitement in her heart, and then put the bamboo flute into the brocade box, and wrapped it again in the same package, and then hid in her sleeve, and after doing all this, she closed her eyes again, entered the pranayama, and fell into silence in the carriage again, as if nothing had happened.

...

Somewhere in the night, a dark shadow flashed, and she walked a few steps in one direction with a light step, and she had been a little curious since the poem sounded, but when the song sounded again, she was even more startled, and she was deeply intrigued.

This figure is a girl of seventeen or eighteen, dressed in black, and it is really difficult to identify in this night.

When she saw a bonfire burning in the distance, she stopped and looked away, she wanted to know who this song came from, but in order not to reveal her identity, she had to stop and continue to watch, silently reciting in her heart: "The galaxy is still in yesterday's clothes, looking at the sky and returning again, it is still tenacious after thousands of blows, and the wind from east to west, north and south." ”

In the end, he exclaimed: "I can't imagine that in this barren and populated place, I can meet such a strange person, who can write poetry, and can be proficient in music, it is rare, not to mention that the talent for music and rhythm is so high," the girl in black showed a hint of approval in her eyes, and when she was about to go further, she was stopped by a voice: "Girl, why should you go." ”

It was an old man who spoke, his voice was low and hoarse, and in the night, he couldn't see his figure clearly, only feeling that there was a black shadow there, which belonged to the kind of existence that didn't see anyone when he heard the sound.

As soon as she heard why it was time for them to go, the girl in black was stunned, looked at the direction of the bonfire, and finally turned around and left with the black shadow, but when she turned around, she said: "I hope I can hear this song again, and I want to know you more." ”

After Shen Ling finished playing, he took a deep breath again, put away the leaves, opened his arms, looked at the starlight, and after a while, he covered his face with his hands on his face, and shouted loudly towards the vast earth: "Work hard, struggle," a long echo continued these four words, and it was not until the last silence that Shen Ling turned around.

It's just that when he turned around, Qingni was already standing beside him, just looking at him quietly, with a look of admiration in his expression, as if he was stunned.

Seeing this, Shen Ling was speechless, stepped forward and tapped her forehead, and said, "Silly, girl." ”

was reminded by him like this, Qingni reacted, but after she hesitated for a while, she shouted in obsession: "Brother, it's good to have you," and then with that shyness, she galloped away towards the carriage.

When facing Qingni's sentence "It's good to have you", Shen Ling replied inwardly: "Brother is the same, it's good to have you," but when he turned his head and saw Zhao Kuo lying on the ground, the snoring continued, as if his own shout had no effect on him.

Shen Ling was speechless, shook his head, and then lay on the ground and closed his eyes.

In the distance, the woman in black followed the black shadow all the way north, and the speed was extremely fast in the night, but when the faint phrase "hard work, struggle" came, she stopped, and then looked back in the direction of the bonfire.

Finding that the woman had stopped moving, the black shadow said in a deep voice: "It's a man's voice, and it's a young man, and it should be the same age as the girl," and finally sighed: "Let's go, girl, if it's fate, you will naturally meet you," and then the black shadow flashed, and the figure was no longer visible.

The girl in black was stunned for a moment, and finally said to herself: "If there is fate, we will meet you," and then turned around and followed.