When the sun set to the west, the Ping An finally left the Jiuqu Gorge safely.

The water lines are thin, birds and fish are jumping around, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the water, glowing with golden fragments of light. The scenery is so beautiful.

Standing on the deck, Wei San sighed with emotion, looking at the calm river surface at the moment, and recalling the thrilling Jiuqu Gorge before, he suddenly felt like he was surviving a disaster.

"Damn! You shouldn't have listened to that kid and walked through Jiuqu Gorge!" Zhao Er also came out on the deck to breathe, and complained with a curse: "Damn it, you didn't risk your life on this waterway, why did you vomit?

I lost half my life."

It's okay that he didn't mention the word "vomit". When he mentioned this, Wei San's handsome face darkened. Thinking of being sprayed with dirt by Zhao Er before, he felt angry and couldn't help but pursed his lips and looked sharply.

He glanced at Zhao Er.

Wei San's momentum was so strong that Zhao Er was so shocked that he finally smiled at Wei San in a flattering manner and shut up knowingly.

For dinner, the cook Lao Li made another fish soup. Zhao Er, Chen Liu and others found it smelled so fishy that they felt uncomfortable in their stomachs, so no one touched the fish soup.

Cen Xiyan smiled to himself, scooped up the fish soup, and drank it deliciously.

The sky gradually darkens and the moon rises quietly. The river surface at night is very beautiful and peaceful. Among the gentle waves, there are occasional nightingales singing, which adds a touch of vivid interest to the quiet night.

It was not too late yet, and it was not yet time for Cen Xiyan to rest. She wanted to go to the deck to make tea and enjoy the night, but she was afraid of meeting Wei San, who would test her in various ways under the guise of enjoying the scenery and drinking tea together.

I was too tired from chatting, and I sighed secretly, so I just lay on the bed and closed my eyes to rest.

I don't know how much time passed, while Cen Xiyan was half asleep and half awake, he suddenly heard the sound of a flute, which stood out in the quiet night.

Cen Xiyan opened his eyes and listened carefully. The sound of the flute came from the rear of the Ping An. There should be other boats behind it, and someone was playing the flute on it.

This is a piece of music that she has never heard before, but it is extremely pleasant to the ear. The melody is melodious but not noisy. It is soothing and cheerful. It has a magical power that seems to penetrate the heart, making people immersed in it without realizing it.

In that exciting music...

Cen Xiyan is a person who likes music. She can tell that the other person is a master of music theory. He is not just technically superb, but also has a rare ability to express his artistic conception vividly.

The person who can play such a comfortable tune and bring the audience into the artistic conception must be a very open-minded and open-minded person...

Cen Xiyan got out of bed, walked to the window, and opened the window, letting the sound of the flute float into the cabin more clearly.

She listened attentively and was mesmerized. Unknowingly, she took out a small purple and gold flute she was carrying and started playing it in harmony with the other party's melody.

Hearing the flute sounds joining together, there was an almost imperceptible pause, and then the tune became more soaring, intentionally bringing the flute sounds into the artistic conception of the flute sounds, inviting each other.

One flute and one flute, after the initial running-in, became more and more harmonious and tacit, as if they had been rehearsed countless times, complementing each other and becoming natural...

Such a beautiful starry night and such moving music were so intoxicating that the sailors on night watch slowed down their movements and unconsciously put smiles on their faces. Even Zhao Er, a rough man, suppressed his snores.

I couldn't bear to ruin the beautiful atmosphere of this moment.

Wei San was also standing in front of the window of his cabin, listening to the sound of the flute. Unexpectedly, Sui Feng was really an elegant person. He played the flute very well. Apparently he often played this. I wonder who was on the boat behind him.
Chapter completed!