Anhua noticed the singing father and daughter because she found some weirdness in some details.
The luthier's clothes are very old, and there are no traces of frequent cleaning, but they are very clean. What is even more strange is that there is light snow falling in and out of Gaoyang Town, and the streets are muddy, but there is no mud on his cloth shoes. Spot, looks like new.
And that beautiful little girl, without the timidity or self-pity of ordinary singing girls, just sat quietly in the corner of the room, raised her head slightly, with slightly dull eyes, because the indifference between her eyebrows and eyes can also be Understand it as disdain for everything around you, in short, there is a sense of alienation from the world.
This is not an ordinary singing father and daughter, at least not a common singing father and daughter.
Just as An Hua thought of this sentence, a clear and moving piano sound rang out from the middle-aged scholar's fingers, and then continued, gurgling like running water.
What followed was the little girl's singing voice. The little girl's voice was beautiful, but her pronunciation was a bit special. At the end of the sound, the tip of her tongue would roll up slightly, as if she wanted to swallow part of the syllable, but it didn't make people feel ambiguous. Clear, it will not make people feel bored and boring, but like a peerless beauty behind a half-rolled bead curtain.
Anhua has lived in Kyoto for a long time, and has listened to many wonderful songs by famous masters, but he has never heard such a song. He immersed himself in it unexpectedly, and temporarily forgot the strange feeling in his heart.
It was just a song, the second floor of the inn was quiet for a long time before applause and admiration broke out. The applause and admiration were not particularly enthusiastic, not because everyone felt that the father and daughter sang badly, but because everyone, like An Hua, found the aftertaste unforgettable and couldn't bear to interrupt with applause.
The father and daughter didn't get up to return the salute, didn't express their thanks, and didn't even collect the money, just sat quietly in the corner of the room.
The father adjusted the strings, but the little girl remained expressionless.
An Hua ordered the maid to bring the little girl over, and wanted to ask her a few words.
The little girl ignored it, and still looked out of the window, her eyes were a little out of focus, and she didn't know where she was looking.
Anhua was a little depressed, but she had a gentle temperament and didn't think it was disobedient. She called the waiter at the inn and asked a few words, only to find out that the singing father and daughter came to Gaoyang Town just yesterday. The father was dumb, and the daughter also had some problems, it seemed that she had some kind of strange disease.
Anhua got up and walked towards the corner of the room, smiling at the mute luthier, then squatted down in front of the little girl, and reached out to hold her hand.
She is a teacher of the Thirteenth Department of Qingyu, and she is very skilled in holy light and medical skills. Just by holding hands, her fingers have already completed the pulse. Feeling the pulse coming from her fingertips, she frowned slightly, and found that the little girl's body did have a problem, and it was very complicated, and it was very likely that she had caused great damage to the sea of consciousness.
She looked up at the little girl.
The little girl was still looking out the window.
An Hua's eyes fell on the side face of the little girl.
Except for the slightly wide eyes, the little girl couldn't find any problems. She was very good-looking, and she could even be said to be very beautiful.
—It's a pity that such a beautiful little person is a little stupid.
An Hua felt a lot of sympathy for the little girl, and took a purse from his sleeve, intending to slip it to her secretly.
There was some broken silver in that purse.
At this time, the little girl withdrew her gaze from the window and looked at An Hua.
At this time, a few breaths had passed since Anhua held her hand, and the little girl's reaction seemed to be a little slow.
But Anhua will never think so again, or rather, dare not think so again.
Because she saw the little girl's eyes.
After such a close distance, she finally understood that the little girl's eyes were not dull, but calm.
Her breath is not alienation, but a pride deeply rooted in her bones.
Except for the snow, there is no other person or thing in the world that can disturb her heart and make her no longer calm.
Seeing the little girl's eyes, An Hua suddenly felt that all the snow outside the window had poured in, piercing through his clothes and flesh and blood, and falling directly on his sea of consciousness.
It's as if a small grass has seen the endless snowstorm, as if an ant has seen a giant.
Her body became extremely cold and stiff, and she couldn't even move a single finger.
She even felt that the next moment her sea of consciousness would be frozen into ice, and then die quietly.
At this moment, the little girl saw the purse in her hand.
The little girl nodded slowly, her movements were very subtle, if you don't observe carefully, you can't notice it at all.
Then, she turned her head and looked out the window again.
The violent snowstorm stopped, the giant looked down indifferently and disappeared, and Anhua finally felt the warmth of the real world.
Her body was no longer stiff and she could move around. She didn't dare to stop any longer, and led the maid to go downstairs.
When she came downstairs, she realized that her clothes were all wet with sweat.
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Anhua did not tell anyone about this matter, including the general who led the team, and the steward of the holy medical center named Yang. Because she has a strong perception that she almost died because she found out a certain secret, and now that she can survive, she should continue to keep this matter as a secret.
That was the little girl's silent request to her.
Because of fear, when she returned to the backyard and heard the general say that it was best to leave immediately, she had no opinion but asked some questions.
"Have you confirmed the exact location?"
"The military government has sent people to check the whereabouts of the medicinal materials two days in advance, there should be nothing wrong."
There is a pharmacy in Gaoyang Town. According to reports from the scouts, many medicinal materials will be transported to this pharmacy, and then will be transported to the outside of the city in the middle of the night, where they are nowhere to be found. Obviously, the owner of Zhushadan chose Gaoyang Town because of the convenient transportation and all the medicines he wanted.
In the afternoon, the general, An Hua, Mr. Yang and dozens of sergeants, together with a maid and a young soldier on a stretcher, set foot on the road to seek medical treatment.
Leaving Gaoyang Town, departing from the official road and military road, heading further north to the depths of the cold mountains, the snow on the road is getting deeper and it is no longer muddy, and it is equally difficult.
The further you go into the mountains, the quieter and more beautiful you are. Among the cold pines, there is a faint hot spring smoke.
If it wasn't for the war, it might have already become a scenic spot.
The warmth and redness of the twilight disappeared, and the night fell. Under the cover of the stars, the team moved forward with difficulty. At some point, they finally arrived at their destination.
There is a small courtyard deep in the cold mountain, surrounded by running water, and the smoke is transpiring, which should be drained from the hot spring.
Because of the geothermal heat, even in the cold winter, the surroundings of the small courtyard are still full of vitality, and the four seasons are naturally formed according to the distance from the hot spring water.
There is a lush bamboo forest on the courtyard wall, blooming flowers in front of the courtyard, and deciduous trees in front of the half-arched windows.
Of course, most places are still freezing, for example, the small lake is covered with snow.
There is a pavilion in the snow lake, surrounded by gauze curtains, and there are two figures faintly inside.
The wind suddenly picked up and lifted a corner of the gauze curtain.
There is a fire in the pavilion and several branches of plums.
A man and a little girl sit opposite each other across the fire.
The girl had a childish face, was dressed in black, and felt cold all over her body.
The man was young and had clean eyes.
No matter snow or plum, they are not as good.
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