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Chapter 773: Unrivaled Regret! (5)
Unparalleled regret!(5)
The moonlight is like frost.
Xiao Yao was independent on the other side of the river. With her eyesight, from here, she could clearly see the golden pagoda of Lingyun Temple in the night, and she could also see the big Buddha sitting alone between heaven and earth under the moonlight.
"If you sit like this for thousands of years, won't you feel lonely?!"
Taking out the ink bamboo flute from his waist, and then a snow-white silk handkerchief, Xiao Yao sat cross-legged on the stone cliff casually, wiping the flute in his hand gently. She wiped it every day, and the ink bamboo flute had been rubbed.
The ground is very warm and moist, caressing it like jade, making you think of the texture of innocent skin.
In the blink of an eye, more than half a year has passed.
To Xiao Yao, the sight of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Pagoda at Siwuxie Rain seemed to be just last night, but also seemed to be as far away as a thousand years ago.
She gently blew the flute on her lips, and it overflowed from her lips and spread slowly.
The soothing tone is exactly that song "Long Stay".
The song follows one's heart, lingering for hundreds of times, full of longing and unwillingness.
The sound of the flute dispersed, the nightingale forgot to sing, the fish forgot to swim, Xue and Niu Niu, lying on the left and right beside Xiao Yao, looked downcast.
More than ten miles away, Wushuang, who was spending the night with Gu Yueming in the suburbs, was sitting on the other side of the river, listening to the faint sound of the flute, and instinctively got up and walked to the river.
"Did you hear that?!"
"What?!" Gu Yueming asked.
"The sound of the flute!" Wushuang stared at the silhouette of the cliffs on the other side.
Gu Yueming listened intently, for a moment, then shook her head gently, "Where is the sound of the flute?"
"I really heard it!" Wushuang strode forward along the river bank, climbing all the way to the top of the hill where he stayed overnight. The sound of the flute became more and more distinct in his ears. He sat down cross-legged and looked straight at the simple
The melody was repeated over and over again, and I don’t know when my eye sockets were already wet.
The sound of the flute expresses the pain of lovesickness.
How much pain must it take to make a person's flute sound so moving?!
That unwillingness, that helplessness, that heartache... he couldn't help but feel a little pity.
"Could it be that you are also a sad person?!"
Raising his hand to wipe away the tears that were about to fall from the corner of his eyes, Wu Shuang pulled off the wine bag from his waist and poured it into his mouth. After leaving Free Valley, he traveled day and night, crossing the river city, but his mood became heavier.
When Gu Yueming proposed to stay here one night to recuperate enough to face Xiao Yao, he agreed without even thinking about it.
Whether it was because he wanted to face Xiao Yao in the best condition, or because he faced her later, he didn't want to think about it!
"You shouldn't drink tonight!" Gu Yueming's voice came from behind.
"You're afraid of me and can't kill her?!" Wushuang asked lightly.
"I'm just worried that you won't be able to do it!" Gu Yueming narrowed her eyes and looked at his back, "I think you should go back. If you are so soft-hearted, how can you possibly kill someone?!"
"Nonsense!" Wushuang yelled and stood up, "If Xiao Yao were in front of me now, I would kill her immediately!"
"Really?!" Gu Yueming asked sarcastically.
"Really!" Wushuang replied coldly.
"Okay!" Gu Yueming laughed, "Now, she is there. The name of this song is "Long Stay Together". It is the love song between Xiao Yao and Si Wuxie. You only need to follow the flute to find it.
Go there and you will naturally see her!"
Wushuang, the body is slightly stiff.
"Ha ..." Gu Yueming laughed, "I can't bear it, is it distressed?! I knew it, it would be so ..."
"Robber, I'll go now!" Wushuang pulled down the package from the back to the package with the package, wrapped the package away, and pressed the palm of the hand on the chessboard.