(Such a story was written on a whim. I don’t think it should be included in the main line of the text. It can be understood as an independent chapter! But this background setting - can it be regarded as a spoiler in advance... No nonsense, above! - Wei Shao,

Be careful...)

West Wind Jue

one

At night in Zhilan Garden, the west wind is strong. A low piano music lingers in the air. I don’t know where it starts and where it ends: the geese are singing sadly, the west wind is strong and whimpering, the pretty lady is white-haired, and the ancient warrior is singing.

Guiye? This folk song often sounds in the night sky on the south bank. It has a sad name: West Wind Jue.

The splashing fireworks bloomed one after another, lighting up the night sky. The brilliance of the fireworks did not shine into the backyard, which was only twenty steps deep. It seemed that even the sky had forgotten this corner. The fragrance in the yard was blooming on its own.

Plants of different seasons grow all over the ground in an orderly manner. Against the roots of the wall, hundreds of varieties

Potted plants are piled on high and low flower stands, with four or five floors, just like a wall of flowers. There are even pots of unnamed flowers on the windowsill, which occasionally catch the eye in an unnoticed corner.

It is bright and adds a lot of life to the house. The courtyard is decorated with different colors and fragrances at any time.

The attic window was half-open, revealing a gray-white face. It was a woman holding her chin up and admiring the fireworks. Unfortunately, the fireworks came and went in a hurry and bloomed quickly. When they withered, there were no traces. Before the whole picture could be seen, the sky had already returned.

Shrouded in darkness. A few clouds of smoke drifted past, covering the bright moon. There was a little bit of bare makeup in it.

She has a bookish air. Her eyes are not big, but her shy and half-closed look with a hint of sadness makes people feel pity for her. She is not sharp, not wise, let alone stunning, but she has a gentleness that never changes at the corner of her mouth. She is the most beautiful in Nan'an.

Deep in the prestigious courtyard, he has nothing to do with the world, lives a life as simple as water.

Weilan always thought that her destiny was like this lonely garden full of flowers and plants. Many beauties envied her for marrying the most romantic Mr. Chu on the South Bank. In fact, no one knew that she was in this empty garden, night after night,

Listening to the song "West Wind Jue" that comes from nowhere, looking through the autumn water, I can only see another dawn.

Chu Tao, the axis of the Nan'an Jianghu, swept across the world with a Dragon Ming Sword, but accumulated a layer of vitality in the courtyard of the Chu family, and also froze his own heart into an aloofness that no one could break. May I ask?

Who is the rival of the heroes in the world? People in the world are so silent that even she never understands. She has become accustomed to silence.

Watching him come and go in the crowd, in a hurry, without dialogue, and even in such a hurry that he didn't even look at him. He doesn't come here often, and even when he comes, he always sits there with a cold face and doesn't say a word.

Play a favorite tune in the corner, raise your head, roll your fingers among the strings, and get drunk before you know it

In the sound of my own piano, I forget my surroundings. Maybe I will stand in the courtyard with my hands behind my back, facing the wind quietly, watching the flowers fly and the leaves fall. Or I will close my eyes and pillow on the book, lie in the rocking chair, with a cup of light drink in my hand.

The fragrant tea, the moonlight reflected on his pale face, making him look even more haggard. His elegance in playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting was all-encompassing.

, she was even more puzzled. But in front of everyone, he laughed so warmly that he laughed wildly. He hung out with some big and thick subordinates all day long, and no one found it out of place. Chu Tao's murderous iron fist and his

Elegance and tenderness are famous all over the world, but in Zhilan Garden, there is only a light breeze.

Weilan sighed silently, there was no way she could turn herself into Leng Fengyi.

Jianghu people say: Chu Tao's only confidant is Leng Fengyi, and there is only Leng Fengyi in the world who is worthy of him.

Weilan clearly remembers their relationship at the Lantern Festival many years ago. They wrote poems on lanterns and discussed swords on plum piles. All the honors were snatched away by the woman from the north of the Yangtze River, and the rivers and lakes on the south bank were shaken. Deep in the noisy restaurant, across the

Behind the gauze curtain, I could vaguely see the astonishing Leng Fengyi speaking softly and with a ladylike temperament. Chu Tao, who was sitting opposite, smiled affectionately.

The strings are at the fingertips, the music comes from the heart, and the eyes seem to be so condensed that they can no longer be opened. Compared with appearance, talent, and family background, how can Leng Fengyi have any rival? The romance of that long night of conversation made me envious.

Nan'an Woman. That night at the Lantern Festival, Weilan was intoxicated by Chu Tao's music, and Chu Tao was intoxicated by Fengyi's talent.

This made her infinitely jealous and infinitely sad - did he know that she was the daughter of an old enemy in Jiangbei after all? There was more than just this deep river between Leng Fengyi and him? That was clearly a river that had been flowing for thousands of years.

The blood of a hero! Maybe he knew that it was just that the love was so deep that it spiraled out of control. Why not laugh at yourself? Leng Fengyi really did

She left. Not long after, her father actually received a betrothal gift from the Chu family. The family was extremely happy, and her eyebrows were furrowed ever since. The moment she accepted the engagement from the Chu family, it was as if she had stepped into a world that was about to bury her youth.

Grave——Does Leng Fengyi really understand Chu Tao? In the lonely west wind, she has tears in her eyes: If Fengyi understands Chu Tao, why did she choose to leave?

But she still entered the Chu family, lived in Zhilan Garden, and was surrounded by these flowers and plants. Weilan was willing to spend her life with the person she had admired for a long time. How many people are so lucky? She asked for nothing else.

I just want to accompany Chu Tao, and imprint her life on the place where he lives peacefully. Whether he remembers it or forgets it, I just want to feel him.
Chapter completed!