It's night.
The heavy snow has not yet melted, probably because the day is sunny, and at night a full moon hangs high, and the clear light is sprinkled down, and the snow in the mountains is like white clothes.
Wen Heng suddenly had the interest of playing the piano, and put the guqin on the long table and played it at night in the lake.
There is no wind in the quiet night, only fish swim by under the remaining lotus, bringing some ripples.
The "clang" sound was a little low, just like the residual lotus that was accidentally touched by the fish, and then it returned to calm; then the fish jumped up from the water again, the sound became higher and crisper, and the sound was short, with a hint of vitality; the fish returned to the water, and everything returned to calm. When the wind blew, the leaves pressing against the snow were a little heavy. When the snow fell from the leaves, they were surprised to find a green bud emerged from the original branch...
Shi Yu was sleeping when he suddenly heard the sound of the piano and suddenly woke up.
She opened her eyes and looked at the moonlight sprinkled in from the window. For no reason, she was sure that the sound of the piano must have been touched by Wen Heng.
He seemed to be in a good mood and the sound of the piano was also full of vitality.
After lying on the bed and listening quietly for a while, Shi Yu wanted to go and see it. It would be better to watch him play the piano beside him, but if she had gone there, it would probably ruin his interest.
But what should I do if I really want to go?
After tossing and turning several times, Shi Yu decided to close her eyes and disperse her soul.
Now, as soon as she leaves the room, Wen Heng will probably find her movements. The soul is her advantage, and non-illusionist cannot detect where her spiritual consciousness is. Wen Heng probably won't notice it, and his emotions seem to be immersed in the piano music now...
However, for the sake of caution, Shi Yu still felt a little bit full of energy, carefully dispersed her soul, and slowly approached the water pavilion. She was afraid that there were too many souls, so she only passed by a little bit, and was very fast, just hoping not to disturb Wen Heng.
When Shenhun went out, he soon saw the man playing the piano in the water. He changed into a luxurious robe that he usually wore meticulously, and he was rarely dressed in white and sat on the railing.
His eyes were closed, his techniques were as he wanted, and he was not bound by the rules. The sound of the piano was wandering under the snow and moon with his deep thoughts. It was the breeze and bright moon, the swimming fish and birds, and the cinnabar on Shi Yu's heart.
Shi Yu had never seen him like this before. Before she knew it, she had already arrived at the lake. She wanted to listen quietly by the side, wanting to know his mood at this moment.
Suddenly, the piano sound changed.
If it was just a little angry just now, then it suddenly turned into flowers and grass growing, and the dead trees were springing. Shi Yu was almost in a state of excitement.
In the lake in front of her, the snow had not yet melted, but the residual lotus returned to green at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the dead branches had become full. Soon, the lotus grew out of the water and slowly bloomed.
this……
Shi Yu was stunned.
The lotus flowers in the lake have regained their youth, and the green begins to spread to the shore, first the grass along the coast, then shrubs and flowers, and trees. The plants that withered in winter have begun to return to their original appearance, like the grand scene in summer.
The peach blossoms close to Shi Yu have also bloomed, and the white flowers, one by one, hang down beside Shi Yu, exuding this fragrance that is tempting to pursue unconsciously.
At this moment, the wind suddenly rose. Shi Yu felt that he and the petals were blown up by the wind and fell towards the middle of the lake. And there was no idea when the fog started on the lake.
The milky white mist floats quietly on the lake, sticking to the water, flowing with the wind, like clouds and smoke.
Shi Yu also turned into fog, and she felt that she was closer to Wen Heng.
She could now see him from the front and see his calm appearance with his eyes closed.
The appearance is born from the heart, and the piano is inspired by the feeling. There is vitality in his heart, so everything around him will be revived.
He is not an independent person who is left alone. Others think he is difficult to touch, he feels high above, and he feels too tired to keep raising his head to look up to him, so he simply enshrines him on a high place.
In fact, he is just lonely.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been alone for too long and I don’t like to deal with others anymore. I care more about my original intention and like to do whatever I want.
Wen Heng.
Shi Yu stared at him quietly, suddenly trying to touch his cheek, wanting to tell him that it doesn’t matter if you don’t have friends, but in the future I will become the friend who fights side by side with you.
The evening breeze knew that her heart was blown and pushed her forward. Shi Yu was sent to the railing lightly.
She was only one step away from Wen Heng at this time.
Just one step away...
Shi Yu wanted to work harder and approach him.
But at this time, Wen Heng's expression suddenly changed, and the sound of the piano suddenly became violent. The original growth of all things and the wind and drizzle suddenly turned into storms, despair and darkness began to permeate, and the surrounding flowers quickly fell into mud, and the silence became stronger and stronger.
With a "bang", the three strings suddenly broke, and the golden silk thread cut his fingers, and the dead breath that had just passed also stopped abruptly. The violent aura surrounding slowly dissipated, and the silent night returned to tranquility again.
"Tick", blood dripped on the Qin board.
The faint purple-gold color is very eye-catching.
Wen Heng slowly opened his eyes, and he looked at his palms, his eyes silence.
Shi Yu couldn't describe that feeling, just like she was the first time she entered the undead world and could not feel a trace of vitality inside, suppressing it to the point of despair.
Why did he have such a look?
Shouldn’t he be glorious and always be ahead of everyone?
Wen Heng suddenly raised his eyes. Shi Yu saw him looking at him, and couldn't help but stiffen his whole body and dared not take any more movements.
Unexpectedly, Wen Heng just made a move in the direction of her, and the fog rushed towards him.
Shi Yu felt that his fingers were brushing his face, and then he heard him chuckling, "Can you understand Qin too?"
He seemed to just want to speak.
"Flowers can reopen, grass can re-green, why can't time go back to the past? I keep moving forward, getting farther and farther away from them, so how can I save them."
"It is said that becoming an immortal can bring time back, but why do you stop me!"
Shi Yu's hair suddenly stood up, and she felt a sharp murderous intent.
Fortunately, Wen Heng was not a person who took his anger at will, and did not vent his frustration on other things, otherwise Shi Yu's soul would have been crushed.
But Shi Yu wanted to do something, she wanted to comfort him and not be so sad.
One of the flowers that had just flew over was slowly falling down. She blew carefully at the petal, and the light pink petals fell on his palm.
When she saw this flower, Wen Heng's expression gradually calmed down and his eyes became gentle.
"Tumei, my mother's favorite flower."
At this moment, Shi Yu realized it very clearly.
Chapter completed!