"What should we do?" Du Yu's thoughts started to change in his mind, "Should we move Senior Brother Fu out of the ward and go outside Xixia Town?"
Once there is no interference from the flute sound, Fu Jianzhou will naturally fall into normal sleep. Even if he still has dreams, they will be normal dreams.
Yang Qingqing's expression was a little complicated.
She really wanted to respect her disciple's decision. After all, Fu Jianzhou had been depressed for many years, and this was also an opportunity to vent.
But seeing Fu Jianzhou's state, if it continues like this, it's not an option.
Yang Qingqing: "Give him a few more minutes and try again later to see if you can wake him up."
Li Mengnan was very curious and whispered: "Qingshi, do you know what senior brother Fu is dreaming about?"
"Yeah." Yang Qingqing looked at Fu Jianzhou with a sad expression, and he could probably guess what kind of incident caused Fu Jianzhou to be in such a state.
Du Yu's face showed a searching look: "Qingshi?"
Yang Qingqing said softly: "Before, Jianzhou was also a demon spirit soldier.
During a mission, due to his personal mistakes, a comrade was injured. Although he was rescued, his comrade died."
There was silence in the ward, except for the faint sound of the flute.
Yang Qingqing said it lightly. This seems to be a common problem among Daxia soldiers?
I remember that when Fu Jianzhou told Du Yu the story of Qingshi, he also summarized her misery and misery in a few words.
Du Yu didn't know the details of Senior Brother Fu's story, but through the few words of the young master, he could hear Fu Jianzhou's sadness and guilt.
Especially at this time, Fu Jianzhou was crying, and even his lips were trembling slightly.
Lin Shiwei spoke softly: "Is the comrade who died because of Senior Brother Fu a girl?"
Du Yu was a little confused, where did the girl's words come from?
What surprised Du Yu even more was that Yang Qingqing nodded.
Lin Shiwei asked: "Is she Senior Brother Fu's lover?"
This time, Yang Qingqing’s response was noncommittal: “Maybe.”
Yang Qingqing sighed in her heart and continued: "After that mission, Jianzhou retired from the army and began a bohemian and casual life, living in confusion for several years."
She always remembered the time the two met in the demon plant store.
At that time, Fu Jianzhou was climbing out of a pile of fallen flowers and leaves, and was almost thrown into a garbage truck by a forklift and sent away.
When he walked past Yang Qingqing, she smelled the strong smell of alcohol after his hangover.
The smell of wine is mixed with the fragrance of demonic plants, and the smell is very unique.
Yang Qingqing recalled it in her mind and said: "When he became my disciple again, Jianzhou had been abandoned for many years."
Du Yu suddenly understood, that's why Senior Brother Fu wanted to say goodbye to his past self.
Therefore, he accepted the new name "Jianzhou".
There was one thing that Du Yu didn't quite understand.
He looked at Lin Shiwei on the side and asked in a low voice: "How did you determine the gender of Senior Brother Fu's dead comrade?"
Lin Shiwei: "Have you not analyzed it before? Xixia Di is telling a poignant love story.
After the three of you fell asleep just now, only Senior Brother Fu's reaction was most in line with the emotion conveyed by the sound of the Xixia flute.
So I think maybe Senior Brother Fu lost not only his comrades, but also his lover."
I see.
Du Yu nodded secretly, everything was as Shi Wei said, only Fu Jianzhou's dream was the most consistent with the emotions conveyed by Xixia Flute.
However, given Fu Jianzhou's current state, he must be indulging in his own story. How can he have the slightest intention to communicate with Xixia Di?
In this case, how could my happy dream attract Xixia Di's favor?
Did I just hallucinate?
Could it be that when Third Sister woke me up, I heard the flute sound in the real world instead of hearing it in a dream?
For a moment, Du Yu's mind was a little confused.
"Jianzhou's dream should be related to that accident." Yang Qingqing looked at Du Yu, "What is your dream?"
"Ah." Du Yu came back to his senses, "I was playing with my demon pets in a strange world of demon spirits."
"Sweet dream."
Du Yu nodded: "Yes, I found Xiaobai in the clouds in the sky.
When we rushed towards the twin trees, Xiaoyan, Youying and Xiao Taisui came around again.
The twin trees did not drive us away, but turned their branches and leaves into beds to catch us."
Du Yu's dream and Fu Jianzhou's dream were completely two extremes!
Listening to Du Yu's explanation, a carefree, warm and beautiful picture appeared in everyone's mind.
"By the way, Qingshi." Du Yu changed the subject, "Later, according to our plan, I started humming flute music, trying to attract the weapon spirit to come out and establish communication with it."
Yang Qingqing: "What's the result?"
Du Yu said uncertainly: "The Xixia Flute seems to have given me a hint of feedback."
"Huh?" Yang Qingqing's eyes lit up.
She also hummed the flute music in her dream, repeating it over and over again, but she never got any response.
Du Yu said: "I don't know how long I hummed in my dream, but at the last time, I seemed to hear the sound of a flute."
Yang Qingqing nodded lightly and signaled Du Yu to continue.
Du Yu looked helpless: "Then it will be time for me."
Hearing this, Lin Shiwei and Li Mengnan looked at each other, feeling a little regretful.
If Du Yu could be awakened later, there might be another result!
Yang Qingqing was very attentive and noticed the emotions of the two female disciples, so she said: "This is the time I set, you two are just performing tasks."
The two girls lowered their heads one after another, with submissive expressions.
Yang Qingqing looked at Du Yu: "If you can attract it the first time, you can attract it the second time."
His immortal master's eyes were full of encouragement, and Du Yu naturally nodded heavily: "I'll give it a try!"
Yang Qingqing reached down her palm and pushed Fu Jianzhou again.
After finding that she still couldn't wake up her disciple, she ordered: "You two, take Jianzhou out of here, and let the soldiers take you to the designated place to recuperate, away from the influence of the flute sound."
"yes."
"Yes!" The two nodded immediately.
Lin Shiwei was even more resolute, holding Fu Jianzhou's shoulders and helping him sit up.
Seeing the two junior sisters leading Fu Jianzhou away and disappearing at the door of the ward, Du Yu calmed down his emotions.
He turned to look at the woman: "Qingshi, you haven't said yet what your dream is."
Yang Qingqing: "It's just an ordinary battlefield, nothing special.
If you fall asleep now, no matter what the outcome is, I will wake you up at noon. At that time, we will leave here and return to the campus to do the research."
Du Yu murmured in his heart, was Master Master just experiencing an ordinary battlefield?
The hold she gave me just now crushed the bones in my hand.
Looking at Du Yu who was motionless, Yang Qingqing frowned slightly: "Du Yu?"
"Oh!" Du Yu nodded repeatedly and walked towards his bed.
His hands were still wrapped in layers of leaves, as if he were wearing a green glove.
Du Yu endured the pain and quickly accepted the sound of the flute into his ears, relaxing his guard.
The spiritual attack of Xixia Diyin was indeed powerful and had an excellent hypnotic effect, quickly leading Du Yu into sleep.
here it is?
Du Yu was still a little confused, looking at the floating clouds beside him, and then at the tiny demonic realm at his feet.
Only then did he realize that his dream had continued?
In the dream, he was still the towering giant.
But there is no Xixia flute sound in my ears.
Du Yu closed his eyes and hummed the flute music again, over and over again.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he could no longer hear the sound of the flute.
"Hey." After an unknown amount of time, Du Yu sighed deeply and opened his eyes.
A marshmallow-like cloud floated across his chest, and he was annoyed and slapped it away.
"Poof~" the clouds shattered.
Du Yu's huge fingers also left traces of mist in the air.
"Don't you want to come again?" Du Yu murmured softly, "Or maybe everything is my illusion and you have never been here.
I don’t have the experience of Senior Brother Fu, so how should I fit in with you?”
As he talked, Du Yu stopped talking.
My life is shallow and I really haven’t experienced many stories.
But I have heard many stories and intoxicating melodies!
He suddenly raised his head and said, "Can I exchange stories with you?"
There was silence between heaven and earth, and the Xixia flute did not respond at all.
Du Yu didn't care whether Xixia Di was listening or not, he said to himself: "Once upon a time, there was a man named Zhu Yingtai. Hmm."
His heart moved slightly. Instead of telling the story, maybe Xixia Di should listen to this first?
Du Yu broke out and started humming the tune again.
What hums in my nose is no longer Xixia flute music, but a touching Chinese famous song from another world - "Butterfly Lovers"!
The young Du Yu had never played any musical instrument. In his previous life, he had no money to learn.
But the story of "Butterfly Lovers" and the beautiful and melodious music were deeply engraved in his mind.
The giant Du Yu closed his eyes and stood under the sky, between the clouds.
A shallow humming sound, with an indescribable beautiful melody, lingers between heaven and earth, and the sound spreads far and wide
Xixia Di, we all want to know you and listen to you.
But to you, our behavior may be just a greedy request or a presumptuous interruption.
That's why you stay away from others and don't communicate with anyone.
In this case, before I listen to your story, please listen to this first.
It comes from distant China, where I was born and raised.
"Hmm~~~"
But from the moment Du Yu hummed softly, the land supporting him no longer seemed like the twin trees in the dream.
It is the cultural precipitation and artistic crystallization of China for thousands of years!
Inpatient department, in the ward.
Yang Qingqing stood at the end of Du Yu's bed, holding her hands behind her hands.
In the deserted environment, Yang Qingqing's eyes looked slightly gloomy, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
"Squeak~"
The bed in front of him suddenly shook, and the young man lying on it also sat up.
Yang Qingqing: "Why, can't you sleep?"
It turned out that Du Yu felt that he had been humming Xixia flute music for a long time in his dream, but in fact, it only lasted 10 minutes in real time.
The flow of time in Xixia Di Meng is indeed confusing.
But Du Yu didn't know all this.
His eyes were empty, he turned around and got out of bed, walking towards the door.
Yang Qingqing was startled and subconsciously grabbed the flower vine at hand.
Since Du Yu's palm was still wrapped and healed by flowers and leaves, he was grabbed like this.
Yang Qingqing observed carefully for a long time. Is this sleepwalking?
This was never the case when he was staying at home.
Could it be a Xixia flute!?
Did Du Yu really bring out Xixia Flute?
Yang Qingqing calmed down her emotions and immediately took steps.
Although she still held Du Yu with the flower vine, she no longer restricted his movements.
Du Yu, who was sleepwalking, was able to open the door of the ward on his own and continued to walk out.
In the corridor, the two oncoming soldiers stopped and looked at this strange scene, somewhat confused.
Yang Qingqing's voice was very low: "Notify Mr. Cheng Feng immediately."
The soldier leaned sideways against the wall, moved out of the way, and allowed Du Yu to pass by, whispering: "Yes."
At the same time, in the dream.
Du Yu stared blankly at the blurry figure in the distance, walking forward step by step as if possessed by a demon.
As he walked, he sang softly and never stopped.
The melody dedicated to Butterfly Lovers adds a touch of poignancy to this beautiful dream.
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