There is a green place in the mountains, one yellow place, one red place, one blue place, the green place is a bamboo forest, the yellow is a shrub forest, the red is a maple leaf forest, and the blue is a river reflecting the blue sky, with various shapes and beauty.
There is the rustling sound of the warm breeze, the chirping sound of birds, and the crisp sound of streams slapping stones. They are the natural music of the mountains and have a kind of ethereal tranquility.
The boy was covered in crescent whiteness and had a jade flute on his waist. He was walking by the stream in the bamboo forest. The beautiful scenery in front of him could not be reflected in his eyes, and the music in his ears could not be heard.
It was still early, so he thought so, so he held the jade flute and the sheng flute alone to divert the tension in his heart. His nervousness was that he was afraid that she would not come. If she came, he was afraid that she would be abrupt.
The sound of the flute overflows, flows with the stream, resonates with the sound of birds, dances with the bamboo leaves, and plays the most beautiful music in the mountains.
A cool breeze blew, raised the white robe corners, ink-like hair, and smiles at the corners of lips. Surprise flashed across the eyes like clear spring, reflecting a small black figure.
The sound of the flute gradually dissipated, and followed by a small black figure. The steps were light but calm. The combination of contradictions was not a trace of weirdness, but instead had an unspeakable elegance.
"Thank you for coming." Feng Feili took two steps forward, not knowing what to call or what to say, but racked his brains to spit out such a sentence.
"I thank you for your invitation, too." She chuckled, laughter filled the mountains, as if even the wind would slow down.
After hearing her joking words and teasing laughter, Feng Feili was stunned and then smiled. This smile was different from the usual vague and polite smile, but with a little brisk and joy.
"When I first met you, I was surprised, surprised that my flute sound could attract you." Feng Feili admitted that her appearance late at night seemed like a dream, hazy and nowhere to be found.
At that time, he felt lost and was in a mess. Until the next morning, when he opened the door and looked from a distance, she stood opposite him. At that moment, his mood was indescribable.
"I am not a person who loves songs." She also admitted that she was sometimes melancholy and sometimes helpless when she heard the sound of the flute, as if sorrow was lingering in her heart, just reminding her of some things in her previous life.
"Then why are you here?" Feng Feili felt a little disappointed. Could it be that his flute sound was too ugly and disturbing her?
"My father is a song lover. He often plays the piano alone, just like your flute sound." He is as melancholy and helpless.
"So that's it." He smiled relievedly. It's okay, no one could be reflected in her eyes. He had no regrets if there was a song that could touch her slightly.
"Walking along this stream, there is a waterfall at the end, passing through the maple forest, do you want to go and take a look?"
"Okay." She looked ahead from afar, unable to see the end, and she had a rare leisure time, so she wanted to go there.
Feng Feili smiled and there was no more beautiful answer than this good word. He longed for more surprises ahead to impress her.
Compared to this colorful and beautiful scenery, she wore a black cloak, with a monotonous and gray color, but it did not lose its color at all.
She has a mysterious charm, either overshadowing everything or making everything shine brightly.
The two of them walked along the stream, stepping on yellowed dead leaves, bathing in the autumn sun, enjoying the scenery in the mountains, discussing the past and present, and looking for maples along the stream.
A few little squirrels emerged from the bushes, picked up pine cones and jumped up the tree, and looked at the two people walking in the mountains with a few scattered eyes.