The closer he got, the clearer the sound of the flute became, and Lu Jingchen's mood became increasingly difficult to calm down.

Because he heard the melody of the flute clearly.

The melody of dreams.

He was easily dragged into another world.

A unique childlike tune, clear and steady with a hint of story telling. It seems like a memory, like a yearning, like sitting under the bright starry sky and looking up, holding the chin, puffing out the cheeks, telling the story of eternity in a charming way.

I don’t want to worry about growing up either.

At that moment, Lu Jingchen seemed to be looking up at the same starry sky, and beside him, there was a petite and cute figure, sitting on the lush grass with his legs bent, holding his little face in his hands, revealing a pair of glazed eyes.

Talking eyes.

Lu Jingchen turned his head to look at the innocent little figure, but the moment he turned his head, it seemed as if time and space connected and he looked like he was when he was a child.

He saw nothing, and was surrounded by darkness. He was covered in embarrassment and scars, and there were heavy shackles on his feet. The sound of dragging chains could be heard as he moved.

Lu Jingchen lowered his head and raised his hands in confusion. His broken hair, shining with the luster of inky jade, cast a dark shadow, covering his brows, making him look extremely gloomy and lonely.

Suddenly, a hand broke through the darkness and stretched out. Its tender pink and white hand grasped his wrist softly but powerfully. Before Lu Jingchen could react, he pulled him and ran forward in large strides.

He overlapped the exposed eyes with the eyes of the little girl he had glimpsed, and found that they were so strikingly similar!

Lu Jingchen's breathing was extremely hot, and his exhaled air was trembling.

No matter how well you learn, it will always be different...

Or is it the person he is looking for...

He did not get up immediately, but his eyes turned red for a moment, and there seemed to be moisture in his eyes.

How can Yun Xianghuan play a tune that is unique to a little girl?

This scene is as beautiful as poetry and song, like a magnificent and unparalleled picture.

Little girl's flute.

There were blue enchantress-like and alluring Morpho butterflies dancing around her, resting on her legs, or perching on the vines at hand.

Yun Xianghuan is actually...

Yun Xianghuan.

However, at the moment he was about to seize it, the dreamy flute sound fell, and he returned to reality again.

Lu Jingchen.

She pursed her lips and clicked her tongue in disgust.

Yun Xianghuan.

But the music Yun Xianghuan played made his soul buzz and tremble, and his scalp became numb and explosive.

In fact, Lu Jingchen could recognize her even if she didn't turn around, because she was wearing a brown braided top and a gorgeous skirt embellished with peacock eyes and tail feathers.

The clear and profound image of Yun Xianghuan was reflected in his eyes, and his pupils were trembling violently.

His mental turmoil was extremely intense.

Does she know this kind of music because a little girl taught her?

But the possibility of this is undoubtedly extremely small. You can learn to weave rabbits from clover, but can you also learn to have a talent for music?

It is natural, plays the tune to the tune, is unrestrained, and has a unique style.

The sudden disappearance of the little girl made Lu Jingchen stagger, stumbled a few times unsteadily, and half-kneeled on the ground.

It's really haunting.

Lu Jingchen tightened his grip on Yun Xianghuan's hand holding the flute, and the force was very strong, like an iron lock, imprisoning Yun Xianghuan's fair and delicate wrist.

Nothing can be wrong, nothing can be wrong, this is...

She paused and stopped playing, and her eyes suddenly glowed with a moving light, because she knew that the only person who would appear behind her at this time was...

Lu Jingchen naturally recognized the girl the moment she turned her head.

Suddenly Yun Xianghuan noticed the sound of deep footsteps approaching behind him.

Thinking of a certain big black guy that he longed for, Yun Xianghuan couldn't help but murmured coquettishly and turned around in surprise, raising his face slightly, with a delicate chin and a beautiful arc, with a hint of pure pink, "Dre..."

I thought this name deeply in my heart.

Still saying, still saying...

How could it be him?

How dare he come?

Lu Jingchen is here, so what about Yun Jiaojiao's group? Are they also nearby?

Yun Xianghuan felt restless and extremely bored.

Her voice was clear and joyful, like a jumping lark, but when she turned her head to see the person coming, her voice suddenly stopped, and the smile on her face became indifferent for a moment, becoming expressionless, and her brows turned.

It wrinkled again.

Can talent be something that can only be acquired through learning?

At that moment, the dazzling white light shattered the darkness. Accompanied by the brisk and melodious flute music, Lu Jingchen was brought to a vibrant countryside where grass grows and orioles fly, fields, paths, and free and unbridled wind.

A strong breeze blew over, brushing away the broken hair that was covered by the haze on his forehead, revealing his forehead, eyebrows, and the old scar on his forehead.

Lu Jingchen's eyes were as red as blood, and he stared at Yun Xianghuan intensely, like a wild beast locking its prey.

Yun Xianghuan thought about a certain big black-skinned monster, and brought the bamboo flute to his mouth again. This time, the flute sound pouring out from his lips was dull and hoarse, as mellow as wine, with the addition of the depressed taste of worry, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Her heart couldn't help but clench slightly, wanting to gently and coaxing away the bright sadness in her flute music.

Has he found his little girl?

Lu Jingchen was trembling all over. He got up from the ground, his behavior was awkward, and he was in a panic. The moment he raised his head, his eyes caught the clear-eyed figure sitting on the vine swing, illuminated by the sun.

At this moment, Lu Jingchen wanted to sink forever in the world depicted by the sound of the flute. He looked down at the little hand holding him and his breath was suffocated. Subconsciously, he wanted to grab the little girl's hand instead, firmly and tightly.

of, never to be separated again, desperate to hold on to each other.

He pulled her closer and looked at Yun Xianghuan with eyes that became hotter and sharper, as if he wanted to carefully analyze every inch of her body.

Lu Jingchen looked at Yun Xianghuan's peach blossoms, which were as clear and clear as pearls and jade, like black eyes filled with billions of stars.

It seems that some answer is eager to burst out of the ground, and the ink stains the paper.

The little girl pulling him away in front of him looked back brightly, with attractive waxy white teeth, and a smile that favored the sun on her face. Lu Jingchen seemed to be able to hear the little girl's laughter, as clear as a spring, and the wind chimes were sweet and pure.

, rendering and portraying carefreeness and carelessness.

Immediately holding Yun Xianghuan's hand, it began to tremble uncontrollably.

He then looked at the mouth and chin of the person in front of him, which were completely enlarged to the proportions of a little girl.

The only thing that's different is...

Lu Jingchen's eyes fell on Yun Xianghuan's masked face.
Chapter completed!