Three

In the middle of the night, the sound of the piano suddenly rose, and it was the trick of the west wind that hooked people's hearts, and it came from the study again and again.

Vilan got up and walked through the courtyard to the door of the study. The shadowy candlelight projected Chu Tao's extraordinarily lonely figure on the window lattice. Standing at the foot of the stairs, she heard the lament from Chu Tao's layered and graceful piano sounds for the first time. At first, it was still light and gentle, but gradually the sorrow gathered more and more long, and unconsciously it was like the afterglow of the west wind, the autumn frost of the red leaves, Xiao Xiao Suosuo, looking at the end of the world. Her heart was clenched. Was it a delusion? She didn't know, and she didn't dare to disturb it. With a change of tone, the sound of the piano suddenly deflected out of sonorous murderous intent, and then suddenly stopped in the killing intent, and a poignant heavy cough sounded in the room.

Wei Lan hurriedly pushed the door into the house, only to see Chu Tao with a pale face pressed against his heart, and bright red blood stains on his lips. "Husband!" she slammed into Chu Tao's side, grabbing his arm. He was very startled, ducked back, turned his head to wipe the blood with the back of his hand, turned his head and smiled: "What's wrong, Lan?"

"Your ...... hurt" tears slipped quietly with a confession.

"Nothing. He supported the piano table with one hand, wiped away her tears with the other, stroked her shoulder, and said calmly: "It's just a small injury." He tried to stretch his brows and kept smiling, albeit a little bleak in his smile. In her impression, Chu Tao had never smiled at her like this, but at this moment she would rather him respond with indifference.

"Is the young master okay?" Xie Junhe arrived at the door as he spoke. Chu Tao's eyes suddenly disappeared from the sorrow just now, and was replaced by a heroic spirit that had the power to summon people's hearts. He got up and shook his robe and stepped forward: "Okay, look for me in the middle of the night, in trouble?"

Jun He glanced at Wei Lan and stopped talking.

"Straight to the point. ”

"You'd better take care of this mess by someone else, it's not difficult for me to see a prisoner, let me coax a girl...... It's still the one with the surname Leng!"

Wei Lan looked at Chu Tao in surprise—when did Leng Fengyi arrive on the south bank?Chu Tao was calm and just teased: "I seem to be ...... Didn't you say you wanted to coax her, did you?"

Junhe complained: "Then you can eat enough to keep her?"

"Do you want to watch the people of the North Shore go on the streets of the South Shore and kill people in the streets? In the shining eyes, it was clearly written that there was no need to say much.

Jun He looked at Wei Lan's embarrassed face, didn't dare to ask, and opened the topic: "Then Jiang Shaoyun's assembly?"

Chu Tao only raised his eyebrows slightly: "The same is true." ”

"But we'll be alone......"

"It's rare to have a time when you're panicking. He still smiled calmly, with a little contempt in his eyes, "Rabble, don't worry. He turned around suddenly, his eyes shining with unprecedented light, piercing people's hearts like sharp blades: "Tomorrow at noon, the school training ground." ”

Junhe agreed and strode out.

Chu Tao turned to Wei Lan and smiled, his bright eyes were full of hesitation, and he was full of enthusiasm: "Lan, when I return from victory, I will discuss this song with you again." You like it, don't you?"

Wei Lan couldn't laugh: Chu Tao was about to set off again—as long as he saw him suddenly in a calm mood, he knew that he must have a new plan. No matter how strong the opponent you will face, just raise your eyebrows and smile, win or lose, and win or lose. There is no second person on the rivers and lakes who can do it so calmly. But it made her back feel a chill: why should Chu Tao be obsessed with conquest? After galloping on horseback for so many years, he only ended up with one wound, what else could he get in exchange for this? She didn't understand why the people of the South Coast worshiped him so much, and could conquest and killing really make them happy?

She didn't understand him, never did. I only raised my head and smiled reluctantly, even I felt that I was laughing too badly: "I'll go and pack up for my husband." ”

"Lan!" Chu Tao grabbed her arm tightly, "You don't want to know about Feng Yi?" Wei Lan was very surprised, but saw that the eagerness in Chu Tao's eyes suddenly turned into watery tenderness, and she couldn't see through it, so she just buried her head deep and didn't answer. Chu Tao said in a low voice, "Lan, you are trembling. She tried her best to break free of his palm, retreated to the door, and squeezed out a phrase: "I know I shouldn't ask ......"

"You're so afraid of me......" Chu Tao sighed lightly, waved his hand and smiled, and turned his back.

Veran knew what he meant: it was time for her to leave. Xu Bu walked to the door, looked back again, and only saw his emaciated back, only to realize that there was an indescribable loss in that smile. Are you blaming her? Suddenly, I was melancholy: there was a mountain between her and Chu Tao. Who had made this mountain stand between them?

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Four

I miss him more than ever, and since the morning, I can't give up - I broke two flower pots in a daze, pruned a leaf but inexplicably cut off a flower, and played with the female red but pricked my fingers.

Today should be the day when Chu Tao returns. Although he was used to his absence, he had never felt so uneasy as he was today. Thinking of his slender figure in flowing clothes, thinking of the faint smile on the corner of his mouth, thinking of the slow sound of the piano on his fingertips, thinking of the heroic spirit of his eyebrows slightly raised, thinking of the fragrant smell on his body...... Unconsciously looking towards the door, it seemed that one more glance would give him a better chance of seeing him, but, no. He waited until dusk and did not return.

I was so nervous that I began to think crankily. Could it be that what happened again? What happened to his injury? Mingyue hung high, sitting alone at the bottom of the steps, waiting quietly, afraid that he would never come back. Thinking about it, I didn't fall asleep. There was a familiar incense wafting in the dream, and a familiar call. There seemed to be a pair of arms picking her up, and then there was a creak of pushing the door. She tried to open her tired eyes, but there was chaos in front of her, lying on his shoulder, full of warm smell, I really wanted to stay in this dream forever, and I fell asleep in this dream.

"Ran, are you okay?" The slightly hoarse voice was as gentle as water.

Wen Wan bowed her head and smiled shyly. I don't know how to answer, but maybe, I don't need to.

Hugging, silence, silence with a strong sense of honey.

"Orchid, take me to see the flowers you planted?"

"Another day, teach you to play the piano?"

She knew it was a dream, but she didn't want to wake up, at least she could hear gentle words in the dream.

Warm, powerful palms brushed her cheeks, and bright eyes stopped in front of her eyes—it was really him!

Without warning, he returned.

But her mind went blank for an instant, and she couldn't say anything. Strange, there are so many things to ask.

He sat down in front of the piano and plucked a familiar song "West Wind Jue".

The expected dialogue was changed to listening to the piano.

She sang with the piano: The faint geese are singing sadly, the west wind is whimpering, the pretty woman is gray-haired, and the ancient strong man is returning to Ye?

Suddenly, tears blurred his vision.

However, this song came to an abrupt end at the most ** point, somehow.

Chu Tao lowered his head and was silent for a long time: "Lan, I'm sorry ......"

"What do you mean by that?"

got up, paced a few laps heavily, and finally turned around, and the weak voice slowly confided from the pale smile like paper: "Jianghu is not a clean place, a clean woman like you shouldn't ......"

"I am Chu Tao's wife. Nothing should not be. ”

He smiled indifferently: It shouldn't be me.

Vilan gripped his hand tightly and vowed never to let go. In general, if you love someone, you will always suddenly become brave.

But for some reason, the west wind was together, and she couldn't hold it tightly, and the figure suddenly pulled away, flying farther and farther with the wind, and scattered without a trace.

Wake up, holding it, just a roll of bamboo slips, on the bamboo slips, the three words "West Wind Jue" are vigorous and powerful, such as knife carving, is his handwriting.

Can you only hold a roll of sheet music?

But when did the sheet music get into her hands? Could it be that he came back?

I was puzzled, so I had to learn from him to laugh indifferently.

Who made her prefer this song of the west wind?

The pretty woman has white hair, and the ancient strong man is back?

Gui Yah?

(ENDS)