Yuan Yue then talked about what he had seen along the way, as if he knew for the first time how wide the world is and how far apart people's hearts are. There was a lot of surprise and surprise in his tone. He talked about red hair and blue eyes, and skin color like carbon.
Speaking of those words and languages that are like heavenly books... In the end, he still wrote: My disciple Xi'er. It turns out that the world is so big. Before I became a teacher, it was really narrow and pitiful! My disciple Xi'er
, if you have the chance, you might as well come out for a walk. With your talents, you really shouldn't be trapped in a city...
Phew - exhaling a long breath that was held in her chest, Xi'er smiled slightly. In the past, she was worried that Yuanyue would be too seriously injured by Caiyun, but it turned out that everything was not what she thought at all. She smiled
He folded the letter and kept it carefully. It's great now. Master Yuanyue has found his lover. Although they are in a foreign country, with different languages and habits, but with the person they love by their side, then
What does it all mean?
He stroked the harp again and gently plucked the strings. The sound of tinkling-dong-dong-dong slowly flowed out. The sound of the harp was very special. It was not like the sound of the guqin that you usually listen to, like the sound of water dripping on pearls and jade in the quiet night.
It's like the sound of moonlight shining on the face of hibiscus... It's a sound that comes only when the soul is stirred.
For some reason, Xi'er naturally thought of her previous life again, of her twenty-odd years, and of the person who finally became ill and pushed her under the wheel. She had long forgotten what that person looked like. In fact,
, she kept telling herself that since she has been reincarnated, she should forget all the dreams she had. When she was bored when she was a child, she often thought of it, but in recent years, she no longer thought of it.
But today, she suddenly remembered it again, and she couldn't help but have a strange feeling. Is it because of the harp? She carefully tried to grasp the feeling in her mind, but it was always unreal. She simply didn't explore it. Who
It gave her a photographic memory. Even after a lifetime, she still remembered those things deeply in her heart and would run out to show them from time to time.
"Master, congratulations." The piano music slowly changed, and "Mountains and Flowing Water" that had not been played for a long time came out again. I remembered the first time I met Yuan Yue, the first time I slept on the couch in his study, and I remembered him.
Time and again, he had no choice but to tolerate her laziness in a funny way, remembering his past loss, remembering the look on his face when he bowed his head to accept punishment for her in front of his master, and remembering that she played "High Mountains and Flowing Waters" for him...