Sheathing his sword, Ye Shaohan had a smile on his lips, but his eyes were always so sharp, and he stepped forward, but it was in vain.
It was still the courtyard. The pear tree in the courtyard was covered with frost. The entire courtyard was empty except for the eye-catching tombstone.
Snowflakes fell on the tombstone, and the figure was still drawing out and sheathing the sword tirelessly, while in the middle of the courtyard was a beautiful shadow.
The slender right hand moved around the strings, and the low and clear sound of the piano floated out. Ye Shaohan's footsteps also stopped. At this moment, the sound of the piano suddenly changed. Sometimes the sound of the piano was like a stream, winding and twisting.
Thousands of times; sometimes it is beautiful, gentle and close to the soul; the high notes soar to the sky, the bass touches the bottom, but this short song vividly embodies the infatuated love between men and women.
Zhang Ming also stopped swinging his sword, his ears surrounded by the tear-jerking music of the piano, his eyes still blankly looking at the cold tombstone, and a drop of love tears slipped from the corner of his eyes.
"I don't know why I'm crying, just because I feel heartache!" Zhang Ming's voice was slightly hoarse, and amid the sound of the piano, his empty eyes rarely changed at all.
The sound of the piano still continued. Looking at the figure and the lonely tombstone, there was a sad look on Dark Spirit's face that she could not understand.
The east wind does not come, the March catkins do not fly, and you are careless, like the stagnant water! Ta-ta-ta! The footsteps sound and the sound of the piano disappears.
Dark Spirit stopped, looked at the figure standing in the courtyard and looked at each other, and shouted softly: "Teacher!"
The voice was sweet, like a stream of heat blowing in this cold winter. After hearing the words, Ye Shaohan's sharp eyes disappeared, and his eyes were still gentle, just like before.
Ye Shaohan chuckled and nodded, strode towards Dark Spirit, patted the snowflakes that fell on Dark Spirit, took the guqin from Dark Spirit's arms, sat on the snow, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the surprised Dark Spirit.
spirit.
Ye Shaohan laughed softly and said: "Sad piano music is not suitable for you, it really is not suitable! Because you are still a little kid!"
Hearing this, Dark Spirit couldn't help but blush, and glared at Ye Shaohan fiercely.
In response, Ye Shaohan smiled softly, with gentle hands. He plucked the strings with his left hand, and the crisp sound of the piano sounded.
In an instant, Ye Shaohan's slender fingers began to pluck the silver strings. The rise and fall of his fingers were extremely coherent, and the playing rhythm was as if it was made in heaven and formed a whole of its own.
The melodious piano music floated out. Different from the sad music of Dark Spirit, the piano music was cheerful and the melody was soothing, like singing and weeping, making people involuntarily indulge in it.
Snowflakes fell all over the ground, and the sound of the piano stopped.
Holding down the strings, Ye Shaohan looked at the lonely tombstone and said nothing for a long time.
His left hand reached out from his sleeve, and Zhang Ming's fingertips gently slid over the tombstone. In an instant, dust flew. When his fingertips touched down, blooming lilac flowers emerged on the tombstone.
Zhang Ming's eyes were always looking at the tombstone blankly, and he murmured in a deep voice: "Today is the lady's birthday, her twentieth birthday. At that time, she said that she must lie in the lilac flower when she was twenty.
In the sea of flowers!"
Zhang Ming's voice was slightly hoarse. Hearing this, Ye Shaohan's body trembled, his eyes slightly raised, looking at the white sky.
The cold wind was still roaring, and the lone pear tree in the courtyard was blown to and fro, and frost was scattered all over the ground.
The falling snowflakes slowly gathered together, and the snowflakes in the sky seemed to form a beautiful shadow. Ye Shaohan looked at the sky so calmly, and a beautiful shadow appeared in front of his eyes.
Tears of love dripped from the corners of Zhang Ming's eyes. Before the tears fell to the ground, they turned into ice crystals and scattered all over the floor. When the ice crystals fell to the ground, a ding-dong-ding-dong sound followed.
Holding the sword in his right hand, Zhang Ming stared blankly ahead, his body instinctively continuing the movement, drawing out and sheathing the sword, causing snowflakes to ripple in the wind of the sword.
Sighing softly, Ye Shaohan was also full of melancholy at this moment. Although the woman left, she always left a shadow in his heart that could not be shaken off or erased.
Taking out a white porcelain pot from his pocket with his left hand, Ye Shaohan looked up to the sky and drank several sips while his right hand plucked the strings of the piano at will.
Bang! The white wine bottle slipped from his hand, and his slender hands fell on the silver string again. Thousands of thoughts were buried in his fingertips. His eyes were closed tightly. Ye Shaohan couldn't help but think of a hillside full of lilacs, and a road
The beautiful shadow stood on the hillside. Inadvertently, Ye Shaohan's hands plucked the silver strings like running water, and the sound of the piano slanted down and floated out like running water.
Under Dark Spirit's intoxicating gaze, Ye Shaohan's lips trembled slightly, and his hoarse voice floated out, hovering over the courtyard.
"You said you love lilac the most, because it is your name. What a melancholy flower, a sentimental person! When the flowers wither, when the picture freezes, what a delicate flower. The grave is full of flowers.
It’s the beauty you long for. Look at the mountains and plains. Do you still feel lonely?”
The singing was extremely hoarse, but it made people intoxicated. Zhang Ming also stopped swinging his sword and looked at the tombstone blankly.
A few moments later, the singing gradually died down, and the sound of the piano was drowned by the roar of the cold wind. Ye Shaohan's waving hands also stopped, and he looked at the tombstone with complicated eyes.
Dark Spirit was still intoxicated by Ye Shaohan's music and singing, and her eyes seemed to see a hillside full of lilacs and a lonely tombstone on the hillside.
Standing up and placing the guqin on the stand in front of Dark Ling, Ye Shaohan took out two jars of wine from the Qilin Ring and handed them directly to Zhang Ming.
Taking the wine jar, Zhang Ming put his nose close to the mouth of the jar and smelled a strong aroma of wine. He opened the jar and poured it into his mouth without saying anything.
The ancients said that one can drink away one's sorrows with wine. Ye Shaohan also said nothing, patted the wine jar away and poured it into his mouth.
True Qi emerged from the palms of their hands, and white Qi emerged from the mouth of the altar, followed by an extremely strong aroma of wine.
"I want to drink too!"
A clear voice floated out of An Ling's mouth, and An Ling's clear eyes stared closely at the wine jar in Ye Shaohan's hand, his eyes bright.
In response, Ye Shaohan glared at Dark Ling fiercely, gently scratched Dark Ling's nose with his left hand, and said in an old-fashioned way: "What are you drinking, you little brat!"
Being glared at by Ye Shaohan, Dark Spirit also stared at Ye Shaohan without any fear, and said with great dissatisfaction: "Teacher, aren't you a little brat yourself!"
Regarding this, Ye Shaohan was speechless for a while. What they said was true, but he couldn't explain it. Ye Shaohan didn't bother to pay attention to it, and looked up to the sky again to drink.
The strong aroma of wine comes from a jar of strong wine. When the strong wine falls into the throat, it seems to turn into a ball of fire, burning in the chest and abdomen. Before taking two sips, Ye Shaohan can't help it.
Cough.
Even Zhang Ming couldn't help but cough a few times with such strong liquor, and his face turned red. However, Zhang Ming still looked up to the sky and drank.
In response, Ye Shaohan wiped his lips and smiled, waved his right hand, and more than twenty wine jars appeared on the ground. The strong aroma of wine overflowed, and the entire courtyard was filled with the smell of wine.
Without saying anything else, Ye Shaohan grabbed a wine jar, raised his head to the sky and poured it into his mouth. If the wine is not intoxicating, everyone will get drunk!
Zhang Ming's eyes were still empty as he slapped the wine jar open and poured it into his mouth. In the entire courtyard, the only sound of continuous running water could be heard.
At this moment, the wine jar is flying, the aroma of wine is overflowing, and he dances with the sword when he is drunk. Ye Shaohan's sword skills without any rules are unfolding in his hands. After being drunk today, Ye Shaohan is unusually calm.
There is no killing, no conspiracy, no swordsmanship, just a calm heart, letting go, opening up the mind, clearly feeling every change in yourself at this moment, not just the improvement of realm, this moment happened to Ye Shaohan at the same time.
A mysterious change, the sublimation of the state of mind at this moment, seemed to blend into the surrounding void.
Ye Shaohan gradually became drunk, his steps were frivolous, and his sword swings were chaotic. He held the sword in one hand and the wine jar in the other, and his eyes were a little drunk.
Ye Shaohan was also drunk, his eyes gradually became blurred, and he couldn't help shouting: "You are leaving, but I haven't left. I miss you, but I don't see you. I miss you every day, and I miss you when I see things!"
At this moment, Ye Shaohan finally let go of the knot in his heart. The knot in his heart when Zhang Zishan left was also untied by the drunkenness at this moment. For a moment, Zhang Ming looked more free and easy, with a little more casualness and unruliness, but there was a look in his eyes.
Still with endless space and two different temperaments, Zhang Ming is even more eye-catching.
I am waiting silently behind you. I really want to see your casual smile. Maybe you don’t understand my heart, but I will always be waiting.
Even if I know that I will always have unrequited love, I will not give up my attachment to you, I will always wait for you...
Maybe you think I'm stupid, but I will never give up.
Zhang Ming gradually became drunk, also danced with the sword, and finally fell on the tombstone.
The wine jar fell to the ground and turned into fragments. The wine was also frozen into ice crystals. Wiping the wine from the corner of his mouth, Ye Shaohan looked at Zhang Ming who had fallen asleep and sighed softly: "Have a good rest!"
It's hard to imagine that a person could stay awake for nearly half a year, swinging a sword almost day and night. He bent down and picked up Zhang Ming and walked towards the thatched house.
After a few breaths, Ye Shaohan walked out of the house, his steps still frivolous. Despite this, Ye Shaohan still maintained a calm mind. As a killer, he must remain calm no matter what.
casually patting the snowflakes off Dark Spirit's shoulders, Ye Shaohan tied the guqin behind him, looked at the mess on the ground, smiled softly, and pushed the wheelchair forward.
The true energy emerged from the palm of his hand, and a stream of heat surrounded Dark Ling's body, and Dark Ling's face, which was red from the cold, also eased slightly.
"Why don't you play the piano in your own courtyard and come here!" Ye Shaohan said softly, his tone was always so soft when dealing with the dark spirit.
"It always seemed lonely in the courtyard. I could still hear their chuckles in the bamboo forest before, but here it's so quiet and terrifying! So I ran to the place where the teacher lives!"
Dark Spirit lightly stuck out his tongue, and at the same time, his curious eyes couldn't help but look at the majestic attics and the majestic Ye family army around him.