"The full moon in the sky?" Qian Qianyi was startled, looking at the cold lone moon in the night sky, and gently closed her eyes. "Later, the channeling fell into your hands? But what happened next? Where did the channeling go?"
"Put it in a place where cuckoos bloom." Mu Chenxuan looked at the full moon, and something appeared silently in his hand. Mu Chenxuan looked at the thing in his hand sadly.
Qian Qian seemed to feel Mu Chenxuan's grief, and slowly opened her eyes. What she saw was a palm-sized crystal clear glass ball, but inside the glass ball was a drop of bright red blood and tears. "What is this?" Qian Qian looked at the shocking blood and tears, which glowed with a strange red light under the moonlight.
"Her tears." Mu Chenxuan took a deep breath with some sadness. "Her name is Dujuan, and she is as beautiful as azalea."
"Is this another poignant story?" Qian Qian asked in her heart. How many stories is this already? She was a little tired. She was really tired of those poignant stories and their poignant endings.
Mu Tianxue took Mu Yiling to a more remote place where there were many azaleas. Later, Mu Yiling grew up, but he already fell in love with this quiet life. Later, he Married a girl from the village.
Mu Chenxuan's birth was accompanied by waves of quiet flute sounds, when the azaleas were in bloom.
Mu Chenxuan grew up day by day, and there was always a green bamboo flute in his hand. It had been in his hand since the day he was born.
Every morning, when the sun shows its smiling face, you can always hear the gentle music.
However, the strange thing is that next to the stone he visits every day, there is a red azalea that is always in bloom. Every day, when the sun smiles, there is always a drop of crystal beads on the azalea.
Finally, when Mu Chenxuan was twenty years old, he came to the stone as usual. However, what surprised him was that the red cuckoo beside the stone disappeared, leaving no trace at all, as if It didn't exist at all, so Mu Chenxuan searched like crazy.
"Are you looking for me?" Just when Mu Chenxuan was feeling a little decadent, a giggling female voice sounded quietly.
Mu Chenxuan was shocked and quickly looked around, only to see a girl in red.
Mu Chenxuan looked at the woman. She was dressed in red and had black hair. She was as beautiful as the azaleas around her.
"Giggle." The girl in red looked at Mu Chenxuan, who was standing blankly, and giggled, "I really want to hear your flute again. Can you play another song for me?"
"Uh... Okay." Mu Chenxuan looked at her blankly. He could hardly move his eyes away, and his hand subconsciously took out the green bamboo flute.
The sound of the flute is quiet and elegant, just like the painting of green mountains and clear water, like the indifferent and open red azalea.
The girl in red sat next to the stone, holding her cheeks, looking at Mu Chenxuan, tilting her head from time to time. There was happiness and joy in her eyes, as if she was immersed in the mountains of red azalea paintings. .
The song ended quietly, but the girl in red was still immersed in it, and her mind was already rippling. "What a nice view."
"Do you like it?" Mu Chenxuan also sat down and looked at the girl with a smile.
"Of course I do." The girl in red smiled at him, and Mu Chenxuan immediately fell in love with her sweet smile. "You have been playing for so many years. Every piece is so beautiful."
"You..." Mu Chenxuan was shocked and looked at the girl in front of him.
"I am the red cuckoo that grew up here. You can also call me cuckoo." The girl in red smiled sweetly again.
"Du Juan?!" Mu Chenxuan looked at her in disbelief. Suddenly, his body became unstable and he fell off the stone. However, even though he fell to the ground, he still had a look of panic on his face.
"Haha." Du Juan laughed and looked at Mu Chenxuan who was lying on the ground. Not to mention how funny this situation was, and Mu Chenxuan looked very funny now. "Am I that scary?" Du Juan tilted her head and looked at Mu Chenxuan.
"W-who are you?"
"Me? I don't know who I am. Anyway, I can hear your flute here every day, and I find that I can't live without your flute now." Du Juan jumped down from the stone. , came to Mu Chenxuan's side, and Mu Chenxuan moved back again in shock.
"Then why are you here?" Mu Chenxuan looked at the girl in red.
"You ask me? As I said just now, I don't know either. Hey, actually, I'm not that scary." Du Juan looked at Mu Chenxuan who was backing away, and became a little angry.
"Are you a human or a demon?" Mu Chenxuan looked at the girl in red.
"Human? Demon? I don't know either?" Du Juan sniffed his clothes, "Is there any difference between a human and a demon?"
"I don't know about this either." Mu Chenxuan looked at the girl in red in front of him. At this moment, his mind calmed down a little. After all, he has been living here and has no idea about the outside world or anything about it. The cruelty of this world of immortality. However, the only thing that stayed beside him was the green bamboo flute. However, in his eyes, it was just an ordinary jade flute.
"It turns out that you don't know either. Then why do you suspect that I am a demon? Are demons also scary?" Du Juan looked at Mu Chenxuan and then at the bamboo flute in his hand. For a moment, she became curious and stretched out her hand. He was about to get the bamboo flute, but Mu Chenxuan suddenly retracted his hand to prevent Du Juan from touching the psychic. "How stingy." Du Juan glanced at Mu Chenxuan.
"This flute cannot be touched casually." Mu Chenxuan looked at Du Juan. The girl in red might have misunderstood. "Do you know where you are from?"
Du Juan turned her head and thought for a moment, then shook her head, "I don't know."
With this sentence, Mu Chenxuan almost fell to the ground again. She didn't even know where she came from? !
"Is that important?" Du Juan looked at Mu Chenxuan. "But as long as I can remember, I have been staying here, watching the sun rise every day and listening to the sound of your flute every day."
That day, Mu Chenxuan brought the girl in red home. His father, Mu Yiling, was shocked to see such a strange woman. When Mu Yiling knew that this woman was a red cuckoo, his eyes widened. And he has much more knowledge than Mu Chenxuan. So, he calmed down quickly.
Since then, Dujuan has settled in this village, but to the villagers, she is a foreign woman.
As usual, Mu Chenxuan would always come to the stone. When the sun rose and the azaleas bloomed, he could always hear the quiet and elegant flute rhyme.
And the girl in red, Du Juan, was sitting there quietly, listening to the beautiful music in the world.
Suddenly one day, the girl in red took Mu Chenxuan to a mirror lake. It was a small lake, a very small lake.