The man in black screamed, fell to the ground, covering his wrists, his eyes twisted with anger, Liusu took a step back slightly, and opened a safe distance.
The young man in white was playing with a circle of gold thread in his palm, his eyes were like snow, he glanced at the tassel, and asked distantly and politely: "How did the girl get into this place?"
Liusu didn't know what he meant by his question, so he answered honestly: "We walked through the bamboo forest and came in."
The young man in white frowned slightly, and his judgmental gaze focused on Liusu, very sharp, as if he wanted to see through her soul.
But when he saw a pair of clear eyes, the doubts in his heart disappeared. People with such pure eyes would not lie.
"Sir!" The middle-aged man who had just saved Liusu hurried in and knelt down to apologize, "Sir, please forgive me!"
The young man in white, with a voice as gentle as the wind, said calmly: "Uncle Han, clean up!"
Uncle Han looked stern, and looked up at Liusu. A hint of embarrassment appeared on his honest face. The girl's expression was peaceful, and her clear eyes showed her kindness in her heart. Could it be that even she wanted to...
Liusu felt that something was wrong, the words light and ruthless, clean up, were already a kind of killing order, and his heart tightened.
"Why are you here, girl?" the young man in white asked Liusu distantly.
"Yes, Young Master!" After many years of tacit understanding, Uncle Han also understood what he meant and had no intention of killing Liusu. He breathed a sigh of relief and dragged him out of the bamboo forest regardless of the man in black's wails.
Liusu calmed down and had no intention of exploring his privacy. He wisely kept silent about the scene just now. He smiled gracefully, approached the young man in white, and said quietly: "I was attracted by the sound of the flute. The sound of the young master's flute is unparalleled in the world. I heard it."
The lingering sound lingers endlessly.”
"Do you know Xiao?"
Liusu shook his head, "Wind music is slightly involved, Xiao is not proficient in it. However, all music is related to each other and is a different way for people to express their feelings, such as the sound of the piano, the sound of the flute, the sound of the flute, and the erhu. Although I don't understand it, I can understand it.
The loneliness in the sound of the flute."
The cinnabar between the white-clothed young man's brows became more and more miserable, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of worldly ridicule. He looked at Liusu and said in a calm voice, "In your opinion, I look like a lonely person?"
The face of the young man in white is as calm as water, and the fallen flowers are colorful, as light as catkins falling on the thick ink hair. The sadness is mixed with a little loneliness and coldness. It is like a beautiful flower and red cinnabar, but it cannot conceal the loneliness all over his body.
Liusu felt a little sour in his heart. He was so lonely, but he was so arrogant and strong that it made people feel heartbroken. It seemed that nothing could bend his back.
"It's cold at high places. That's how the young master makes me feel!"
The young man in white clothes was slightly startled, and a shower of flowers rose up with the wind. The young man in white clothes in the center of the rain of flowers was as calm as water, with his eyelids half drooped, as quiet as an eternal jade sculpture. The white clothes are better than snow, and the young man is like jade, which surpasses thousands of colors in the world.
, as beautiful as a natural ink painting without any modification.
For the first time, Liusu understood what it meant to have a human face and peach blossoms complementing each other!
She understands that maybe, starting from today, she will like peach blossoms!
"Good wine is easy to find, but good friends are hard to find. The girl has a pair of very penetrating eyes." The young man in white smiled slightly, and the prosperity was gone, and all the beautiful scenery was in front of him.
