Perhaps because I was filled with expectations, I slept too little before departure.
Fall asleep at night, even if you use the [Sleep Card],
Fangran also woke up slowly at midnight,
No, I should say I woke up in the middle of the night...
The bamboo mats are cool and the wooden bed is ancient and elegant, and the carvings are so meticulous that they can be sent to art exhibitions.
Is it summer here now...
Opening his eyes and getting up from the bed, Fangran pulled out a night windbreaker from the black box and put it on.
Screens, gauze tents, lamp stands and candlesticks, tables, chairs and lockers are all neatly intertwined. It can be seen that no one has lived there for a long time, but they still need to be dusted...
The crack in the window was slightly bright, Fangran put on his windbreaker and walked to the window to sit down.
The rose chair specially placed by the window has been improved to be very comfortable to sit on. The corner table in front of it is slightly lower than the window edge. On it are placed a porcelain teapot that looks like a cultural relic, and a small lampstand with metal lotus flowers.
Well, to that senior Tiangong, these things are just random gadgets...
Pick up a piece of crystal white stone from the table and put it into the lampstand and twist it. The iron lotus petals bloom smoothly, illuminating the room without losing the light of the electric lamp.
There is no trace of modernity in the room in front of you. The convenient and exquisite facilities retain the antique charm, but it does not feel old and backward.
It is more of a trance that makes people feel like they are in another world.
It's really amazing, Senior Tiangong...
Although he looks like a burly old man who is rough and tough, Fangran can feel that he is a respectable senior who is also a good person.
It would be nice if I could not be so cruel to myself...
Already accustomed to a life of not sleeping at night, Fangran put his arms on his cheeks and sighed helplessly, then casually opened the wooden window next to him.
After extinguishing the iron lotus lampstand, the light in the room went out, and my breathing stopped slightly.
The ethereal midnight of the fairyland bursts into view,
The bright moon hangs from the window, and the night is picturesque!
Thinking about whether the secret forest at the foot of the mountain where he got lost was already bustling, and whether the places where he climbed mountains and jumped off cliffs where he completed the trial were already full of sounds,
At this moment, the fairy mountain under the moonlight in front of me only has a picturesque tranquility.
As if the chirping of insects is not worthy of disturbing, the waterfalls and mountain streams have also disappeared without a trace.
Fangran looked out, and from the window of this small building located on the top of a hill with canang eaves and red pillars,
Looking at the clear night with the bright moon hanging high,
In the hazy night fog, the quietness of the midnight, the vastness and the tranquility of the mountains and forests are truly a sight out of this world.
Has that immortal always lived here...
In the silent night, Fangran looked up at the main peak whose top he couldn't see clearly and thought to himself.
Then when I was dazzled by the sight,
His expression was filled with surprise, and he suddenly heard a sound in his ears.
The melody is melodious, and the friction of the strings brings out the sound hidden in the wood. It is sometimes thick and sometimes thin. It is not sad, not heavy, not sad, but long.
The midnight that melts into this moment...
Fangran wanted to stand up for a moment, and was surprised and wanted to find the source, but then he discovered,
This sound seemed to have been there all along, but he didn't hear it just now...
This is...Erhu...?
Looking at the night and listening for a long time, I finally vaguely heard the sound of what musical instrument it was.
He has never heard such a beautiful erhu,
Even when you close your eyes, you can be immersed in the artistic conception and see the night in front of you.
Did any senior night watchman pull it?
Thinking that even if he was curious, he probably wouldn't be able to find the answer, Fangran simply closed his eyes at this moment and listened quietly while thinking about his own things.
The voice seemed to be getting clearer and clearer.
So fast...really so fast...
In the previous life, I refined my determination to think in Europe and turned it into what I once wanted to be in the night wind, chasing its expectations until midnight,
Then I met...
"Can it be 'fate'..."
Fangran enjoyed the night on his face and the distant music in his ears. The heat of the majestic hall thousands of meters away seemed to have all turned into cool water.
so fast...
The original plan that was still missing has turned into a reservation that is on the agenda.
Is this also a 'coincidence'...
Thinking about the discussion about recasting in the main hall before nightfall, Fangran slowly accepted it at this time. The behemoth in his dream was almost complete in reality.
This is really an unexpected development...
The moment this thought arises,
The light in front of my eyes lit up, and the scene that had appeared many times reappeared.
The pages of the magic book turned into a semicircle in front of me, and light particles were flying. Finally, one of the pages stood up vertically, and the rectangular golden card detached from it.
【抜牌(THE THROUGH)】
[Symbol: An unexpected improvement in the situation]
[Introduction: It has the magic of passing through walls. The thickness of the passage depends on the strength of the magic power]
With the card of the golden and red magic circle between his fingers, Fangran couldn't help but smile lightly as he looked at this 'old friend' who had helped him awaken a long time ago.
Is it getting better?
Indeed, everything is looking up...
He put it away and stared at the midnight scene in front of him. It looked like he had to stay here for a while.
The next place to go, the next invitation,
The next exciting adventure,
If it's too late, just postpone it until the winter vacation.
I made this arrangement in my mind. I stretched out on a chair that must have been made of precious wood. There was no mirror space. It was still a long night, and my body was already full of energy.
Fangran was thinking about finding a place to practice his abilities.
Then at this moment,
The graceful figure of the bone fan Zhu Ling floated down from the eaves, standing on the railing next to the cliff outside the window, his green shirt and robe blending into the scenery.
He flicked his fan, looked at Fangran with a smile and asked: