After the sound of the flute ended, Lin Xiao slowly put down the white jade flute, but he still kept his eyes closed, with a melancholy and lonely expression on his face, as if he was struggling to remember something. But everyone is still immersed in the lingering flute sound and has not woken up... A flute sound, unexpectedly presented the magic of all things in front of their eyes like a dream, and let them see a person from immature, to beautiful, to mature, And then to the end of life.
It was as if they had a dream, in which they saw the life they were destined to walk through step by step. It was the Xiaoyin with infinite magic power that brought them to their dreams.
They were shocked. If not for today, they always thought that the sound of the flute would bring auditory enjoyment, but they never thought that the sound of a flute would completely touch their heartstrings, describing scenes of touching scenes deep in their hearts. picture. What a miraculous and unbelievable flute sound, and what kind of strange person can play such a flute sound.
They couldn't think of anything else but shock.
I don't know how many people even thought that they had actually had a dream, and they haven't woken up until now.
"This song has the same name as this flute. It is called "A Dream in the Red Dust". It is a song I must play every day. Every time I play it, I will think of my dead mother. The sound of the flute is like her whispering, It makes me feel that she has not left me, but has always been by my side, watching me take every step of my life." Lin Xiao said softly, and the corners of his eyes were slightly wet. This was the first time he played "A Dream in the Red Dust" in front of so many people, and he was not surprised by the reaction of the crowd, let alone proud, because in his heart, this was nothing more than normal.
His voice was very low, not enough to wake people up from the shock. Until Long Yin sighed heavily with admiration: "Good! What a song "A Dream in the Red Dust". What a Lin family and Lin Xiao. Until today, I don't know what is the real sound of flute, what is the unity of human and flute, and what is This song should only exist in the sky, but it has to be heard several times in the world. I have listened to countless wonderful sounds in half my life, but today I know that compared with this song "A Dream in the Red Dust", the wonderful sounds I have heard before are really vulgar and difficult to listen to. You I didn’t take it seriously when I mentioned that the sound of the world is not worthy of being compared with your xiao yin, but now I finally believe that your xiao yin and Wuchen’s painting skills are indeed beyond the reach of worldly skills. I am from Tianlong Kingdom The two of you are really a blessing from the gods, God bless me Tianlong!"
Long Yin's voice was impassioned and impassioned, without concealing his excitement, wonder, admiration, and gratification. His words woke everyone up and uttered their hearts. All of a sudden, there was an uproar in the amazement on the field. These high-ranking officials who are usually unsmiling and stingy with compliments all used the most gorgeous words they could think of to praise the flute just now, and praised Lin Xiao. Far from enough. How can the gorgeous language of the world be qualified to modify the flute sound that should only be in the sky.
Today, they got to know Ye Jia Wuchen again, and they also got to know Lin Jia Lin Xiao again—an astonishing talent who can play the music of heaven.
Everyone was convinced that Lin Xiao had won this match. Because they don't believe that there is any Xiaoyin that can surpass the "A Dream in the Red Dust" just now, a Xiaoyin brings everyone into a dreamlike wonderland, telling a dreamlike life of a person. Reminiscence, melancholy and a little dazed about life, each of them listened to it in their hearts and resonated with it.
Among these people, Ye Wuchen was also included. He never thought before that Lin Xiao's accomplishments in flute had reached such an astonishing level.
"Sure enough!" Ye Wuchen said to Lin Xiao.
"Xiao... is half of my life." Lin Xiao replied blankly.
"Oh? Heh... For me, Xiao is just a musical instrument, that's all. Does it mean that if you can't touch the Xiao in the future, it is completely equivalent to losing half of your life?" Ye Wuchen was a little playful. Said.
"yes!"
"Unless you have absolute self-confidence, don't bet your life on this kind of insignificant game, and it is a bet with no return. Only a fool can do it. Maybe you think you have absolute certainty. But I think… "
Ye Wuchen didn't continue talking, the buzzing in his ears didn't dissipate for a long time, he let out a long breath, and shouted loudly: "Everyone listen to me first."
The clear voice shocked their hearts, and finally calmed down gradually, their eyes refocused on Ye Wuchen, looking forward to his performance.
Ye Wuchen smiled and said: "Mr. Lin's flute skills really live up to his reputation and are admirable. Even I am not sure that I can beat Mr. Lin. But there is no one in my Ye family who retreats without a fight. I still have to Make a fool of yourself."
He glanced at the long flute in Lin Xiao's hand, and then said: "Young master Lin, this flute is a relic of his biological mother. He regards it as life, never leaves his body, and naturally never allows others to touch it. Untouchable. I don't know if any of you seniors and friends brought a flute here, and I will borrow it for the next time, Wuchen is very grateful."
After the voice fell, he didn't turn his eyes to the audience, but focused on Hua Shuirou, just smiling and looking at her softly, without leaving for a moment.
People in the field look at me and I look at you, but no one can take out the flute. They came this time to watch the competition between young heroes, who would bring Xiao here without incident. Furthermore, Xiao is not a qin or a stringed instrument, and must be played with the lips. No matter if it is a man or a woman, who would like to share a Xiao with others, because it is not fundamentally different from sharing the same pair of chopsticks with others. So even if someone brought it, it is impossible to take it out—of course, except for those girls who are eager to post it immediately. The gift of flutes from jade men is to entrust them for life. They are willing to do so, but they suffer from not having flutes.
Hua Shuirou's heart was beating violently, she raised her head again and again, and lowered her head again and again, because every time she raised her head secretly, she always met the gaze that made her heart beat suddenly faster. Covering her flushed face, she murmured in a low voice, "Could it be... he found out?"
After a long time, no one took out the flute, and the scene suddenly became a little awkward. Long Yin also frowned and said: "Can someone bring Xiao?"
Without Xiao, this contest would not be able to go on. If I go back to the palace to fetch the flute, I don't know how long it will be delayed.
Hua Shuirou raised her head quietly, and what she saw was still Ye Wuchen's gentle gaze, with a faint expectation in her eyes, as if she wanted to tell her: Even if others give it to me, I will not accept it, I just want to give it to her. Want yours.