Do you really want to give it to him... But it is something I have touched, and if I give it to him, will it be regarded as...
In a panic, she once again yelled softly, "I... I brought it."
They all stared at Hua Shuirou, most of them were surprised and puzzled. Because... It's such an obvious hint that a woman gave a man a jade flute.
Could it be that Miss Hua's family...
The corner of Ye Wuchen's mouth curled up, then he moved forward, and soon walked in front of Hua Shuirou. At this time, Hua Shuirou already had a jade short flute in her hand, the body was covered with crystal jasper, small and exquisite, and her soft hands were more radiant than snow, they looked even more crystal clear than the jade short flute.
As Ye Wuchen approached, a strange masculine aura came towards her that made her dizzy, Hua Shuirou didn't dare to raise her head, she lowered her head, holding the green jade short flute with trembling arms. Ye Wuchen took it with a smile, and naturally touched her slippery palm with his right hand. Hua Shuirou's hands were withdrawn as if being electrocuted, and then they were tightly clenched between her knees, her face flushed like powder, as far as she could remember, this was the first time her hands were touched by someone other than her relatives. For this extremely conservative woman, this is enough to make her sleepless tonight.
"The beauty's legacy, Wuchen will never forget it." Ye Wuchen said with a smile, he turned around casually, walked to the field, and at the same time played with the emerald short flute in his hand, and said softly: "The jasper is as clear as a daughter's skin, gentle and gentle. Nephrite still has the fragrance of a young girl's lips, but Wuchen is abrupt."
Such provocative words made everyone present dumbfounded, and Hua Shuirou let out a "sigh", buried her head deeply in her chest, and was so ashamed that she wanted to run away immediately.
Lin Xiao's face changed again and again, and the faint smile on his face had already been completely deformed. The woman whom I fell in love with and who had a marriage contract with me actually gave her jade flute to a man in full view... and it was a man who surpassed him in all aspects. With a knife, he wanted to roar loudly to vent the pain.
"Short Xiao, don't you regret it?" Long Yin asked.
Although the playing methods of the Chang Xiao and the Short Xiao are basically the same, but in terms of sound quality, the Short Xiao is obviously inferior to the Long Xiao. It is difficult for those who are used to the long flute to adapt to the short flute in a short time, and vice versa.
Ye Wuchen nodded and said with a smile: "This song... is played for myself."
Play for yourself—Lin Xiao and Ye Wuchen, one for their deceased mother and one for themselves. One uses a long flute and the other uses a short flute. When he played for his late mother, his filial piety first infected three points, and when he played for himself, it seemed relatively plain. Whether it's the initial impression, or the flute used, Ye Wuchen has already fallen behind.
Ye Wuchen gently pressed the emerald jade flute to his lips, a light and pleasant fragrance slowly escaped into his nose. Hua Shuirou covered her face, her face was frighteningly hot. Because only her lips have touched there, but now... She dare not think about it, for this girl who stays in her boudoir all the year round, has never been alone with a man except her father, and her relationship is even more blank , This has even touched the bottom line of her psychological endurance. In her heart, such "intimate" contact can only be done between husband and wife.
She shouldn't be able to sleep peacefully tonight.
However, people waited for a long time, but there was no flute sound, Ye Wuchen just stood there quietly, like a weathered fossil. Finally, his eyes were gently closed, and from this moment, people suddenly felt that his temperament had undergone a huge change in an instant, and even the surrounding aura had changed significantly. During the short silence, A faint feeling of oppression emerged from the bottom of their hearts, and it became more and more intense, until it was so oppressive that they could barely breathe, as if a heavy iron plate was pressed against their chests.
Sad emotions, can't stop...
A note blew softly, very lightly, as lightly as a breeze. However, it is this soft note that clearly enters everyone's ears and hearts, making the whole square instantly audible... Even the whole world seems to become quiet at this moment, without a trace of music. Noise, only the lingering sound of that note lingered in my ears, and it did not dissipate for a long time.
It was another short and slight note, and everyone felt that their hearts were slightly touched, shaking slightly in the silence.
The rhythm of the notes finally started to speed up slowly, and the trembling in their hearts also speeded up, until the notes finally became one piece, forming a sad and heartbreaking movement. The sound of the flute is still so faint, as if a gust of fresh wind can completely blow it away, but everyone in the field can hear it so clearly, because the sound of the flute does not seem to be ringing in the ear, but from It came slowly from the deepest part of their hearts, making them afraid to make a single sound, for fear of interrupting it.
On a bright day, with a bleak wind, a small grass quietly shows its head, looking at the world. Its appearance carries too much joy and too much hope. In the warmth, the grass gradually grows up, showing off its new life and vigor to the world, but the wind...is still bleak, and from time to time, it will tremble quietly in the wind.
One day, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and the dark clouds carried a heavy and terrifying oppressive force, which made people breathless. Finally, a thunderbolt sounded, and the ferocious thunder and lightning cut through the cloud curtain, the heavy rain poured down, and the strong wind blew violently, mercilessly destroying the immature grass. In the catastrophic blow, it did not fall, but still looked up at the sky proudly, standing its body upright, no matter how the wind howled and the rain was merciless, it gritted its teeth tightly, because it could not fall down.
People's hearts are slowly clenched and painful.
After a night of wind and rain, it became extremely weak, but it did not fall down after all, but turned to the sky and made a victory gesture.
However, its disaster is far from over, but has just begun. It continued to grow slowly, until one day, when a more violent storm hit, it still used all its strength to support its immature body, bearing it without fear, the resister...
The corners of Ye Wuchen's eyes were slightly wet, but it disappeared immediately. In his vague memory, he saw his vague childhood. He saw the three-year-old himself clenching his teeth tightly. Because of too much force, blood even oozes between the teeth, his expression is so distorted, and his body trembles so violently, because at that time he endured What kind of pain is it? He is the only person in the world who has endured that kind of pain. It is a thousand times more painful than piercing the body with a knife... But in front of this kind of pain, he did not make a sound, because he had to Bear everything, not let mother know, not let mother worry, let alone fall... because I am waiting for the hope that I have waited for too long.
Mom... who are you? Where is it now? Why was I so dependent on you at that time, and these two words made my heart so warm, so warm that I wanted to cry.
And what is that hope? Why can't I see it no matter how hard I try.
And at that time, why would I endure such pain once a month, is it the same as the one half a month ago—no! Not the same, not only a completely different feeling, but also, the pain at that time was much more painful than half a month ago.
Then me, what kind of past do I have
who am I