As soon as he blew out the candle, it was as if a pair of big hands had closed the eyes of all things in the world. Qingqing had been practicing the art of listening for half a lifetime, but now she still had the illusion that in the dark night environment, she would
Subconsciously, you will not be able to hear many noisy movements. Your ears and your mind will fall into silence.
At this moment, this small tent was also silent in darkness.
But even so, Qingqing could still hear that Nan Jiayou's breathing was getting faster and faster, and eventually it turned into a whimpering breath. At first, Qingqing wanted to cover his face with a pillow, but found that
Jiayou's cries seemed to be possessed by evil spirits, trying to penetrate into his ears. Over and over again, Qingqing couldn't fall asleep. Seeing that it was almost dawn, Linghu Qingqing finally couldn't bear it anymore and put the pillow on
Falling on the ground:
"It's so noisy!"
Before he finished speaking, he heard Jiayou suddenly turn over and sit up, as if he was sitting upright on the couch. Without seeing it with his own eyes, Qing Qing could imagine that during the day, the doctors had covered his wounds inside and out.
It will definitely open and bleed again at this moment.
In the darkness, Qingqing seemed to see Jiayou staring at him.
Linghu Qingqing couldn't help but swallowed, a little nervous - after all, he hadn't explored Nan Jiayou's background yet. If he really made a move, it was hard to say who was stronger and who was weaker. If he made this guy anxious
It forced him to return to his original self. I'm afraid he could do anything this night.
Thinking of this, Qingqing's hands had already touched the cold white jade flute. Just as he was concentrating on it, he suddenly heard Jiayou lift the quilt, stand up with bare feet and walk out the door. He heard the rapid footsteps.
Stepping on the soft sand, Qingqing hurriedly caught up with him and grabbed his wrist:
"It's so late, you'll die if you go out!"
"So what if I die? You are my wife, do you care about my life or death?"
After saying that, Jiayou shook off Qingqing's hand, shocked her back a few steps, turned around and opened the curtain to go out. In desperation, Qingqing couldn't bear it anymore, and used the "Land Breaking Rhinoceros" to drop her empty palm.
She put her hand on his shoulder and turned him around, forcing him to turn around and face her: "Of course I care! You are the husband decided by Head Wen and Mr. Ruo, so there is no reason for me not to care!"
Hearing these words, Jiayou stopped, but showed a bleak smile under the bright moonlight: "General, I understand. The young hero only committed himself to me on the orders of the master and my husband. If not
With the status of being a guest in the future, the young hero will only wish that he will die at the hands of the rebels in the Northern Desert, right?"
After saying that, Jiayou raised his head and put his hand on Qingqing's arm, pushing her away from him.
Qingqing had no internal strength and was not prepared. With this push, she almost fell backwards and fell to the ground. Seeing this, Jiayou hurriedly helped her up subconsciously. She suddenly felt calmer and regretted how she had used so much strength just now.
His wife's old frail health was something that Mr. Ruo had warned him about before. How could he have completely forgotten about it when he got impulsive?
The moment Jiayou's fingers touched Qingqing's wrist, unexpectedly, Qingqing stepped on his feet and performed a "Collapse of Thunder" movement to stabilize his body, then flipped his fingertips and grabbed his arm with his backhand. Among them
The movements were completed in one go. Before Jiayou could even see clearly, he heard a "pop" sound——
This time it was Qingqing who threw away his arm and slapped him hard on the face.
"You're wrong." Qingqing stared hard at Jiayou's blurry figure in the moonlight in the darkness, as if he was stunned by the slap and couldn't recover. Qingqing didn't expect that,
His tone was unexpectedly calm, "If it weren't for you, Wen Li wouldn't be the leader today, and Tiankeju wouldn't be able to conquer the four instruments of eight tones, and I wouldn't live in this place in front of you. But General
Just because you have gone crazy and lost your memory, you have a good excuse to forget everything in the past! Yes, I will just watch you being tortured to death by those big guys, but even if you are allowed to choose again, I will never
I won’t save you. The only difference is that I won’t let others take your life, but I will kill you myself!”
After saying this, Qingqing turned around and was about to leave, but heard Jiayou saying quietly behind him:
"Young hero wants to take the life of the general, why not do it now?
Qingqing subconsciously held the white jade flute tightly: "You think I don't dare?"
During the stalemate, Nan Jiayou seemed to sigh. Qingqing heard him take a few steps into the darkness, but suddenly laughed. The laughter was hearty, and it was bitter and sad against the low cry of jackdaws in the middle of the night. Just listen
Jiayou smiled and said: "That's all, Jiayou is responsible for what he does alone. Since he has indeed done something harmful to nature before, then dying in the hands of the madam and letting the madam do justice for heaven can be regarded as a well-deserved death for Jiayou."
Hearing this, Qing Qing was slightly startled, but he still didn't take his hand off the wooden flute.
"It's just that before Jiayou went on the road, he asked Madam to let me know clearly - what on earth have I done to make Madam hate me so much since we got married?"
The clouds rise and the wind falls, behind the faint sand and smoke, the meteors shine and the moon shines thousands of miles away.
No one answered in the small tent. Although everything was completely silent, the two of them could still hear each other's breathing. After an unknown amount of time, Qingqing finally turned around and let half of her face shine in the dazzling white moonlight.
Then, he slowly raised the wooden flute and pointed the head of the flute at Jiayou's eyebrows:
"If I hadn't married you, would you have always thought that the fact that you don't remember anything, but you get the respect of the head and the care of Tiankeju, must be the result of being seriously injured in some battle and making a meritorious service?"
Hearing what Qingqing said, Jiayou couldn't help being surprised - what Qingqing said was exactly what was on his mind. That time when he woke up, Jiayou felt that he had had a long dream, and all the things in the dream
The people I knew and the sights I saw all flew away. As soon as I opened my eyes, not to mention where I was, even my impression of my parents was only a blur of their backs.
But he somehow knew some strange names, such as "Thunderfall" and "Avoiding Sharp Lights". For some reason, Jiayou never mentioned this to Mr. Ruo. Instead, Mr. Ruo handed him a handful.
When wielding a long sword, he subconsciously knows how to use the sword.
It's just that it's weird and hard to use.
In addition, Jiayou found that the sounds he could hear were much more unexpected. When he was staying at Tianke Residence, Jiayou always mentioned what he heard to the people around him, but the waiters and maids all shook their heads.
walked away.
As time went by, Jiayou discovered that not everyone could hear some of the sounds in his ears.
Dimly, while everyone was silent, Nan Jiayou pieced together an image of his memory: He knew how to use a sword, and he had wounds all over his body, so he must be the same as those around him who were wearing black robes.
Like the disciples of Tiankeju, they followed the leader to unsheath his long sword and fight on the battlefield.
And the reason for this amnesia may be that he was injured and performed meritorious service, and received a commendation from the leader...
Qingqing slowly put down the wooden flute and looked up out of the window - the moonlight was dim and the sky was already bright. Qingqing shook her head and said softly: "I can't blame you. If it were me, I would think so too. After all, it's just
It's like a piece of white paper. Whatever others write, you will believe..." At this point, Qingqing put the wooden flute in front of her with both hands and whispered:
"Let me play a flute song for you."
When Jiayou heard this, his eyes suddenly became moist, and he quickly said: "Okay."
The lonely melody sounded leisurely, but in the cold, it seemed to be blown by the warm wind, and gradually you could see the light and shadow. Qingqing closed her eyes, and her mind was full of two people standing in blue and white robes, in the mysterious pool densely covered with hidden lines.
Above, facing the wind and waves, let the rising water cover your feet.
That time, when the two people looked at each other, the wooden flute and the white flute were intertwined.
"The shadows fall under the beautiful flowers, and the sounds and colors are vague. In the flying white lanterns, the red plums fall in the east..."
Why Jiayou met the people from Ruixin Tower before has always been a mystery to Qingqing. Now Jiayou has completely forgotten the past, for fear that no one in the world will know about it. In Nan Jiayou
In his destiny, if he had never met the seventh girl with a heart-wrenching voice, would his appearance today be completely different?
At least, he would not be obsessed with the Ruan sound and would not go to the vast desert to look for Master Yang's Baiyin Qin.
But that period of madness and amnesia is not necessarily a bad thing for Jiayou. At least it will allow him to be rescued by his master, and he can show his clear eyes under the bright and flawless moonlight.
Such clarity is something Qingqing has never had since he stepped into the world.
The sob-like sound of the flute left its aftertaste, and Qingqing couldn't help but recite it silently for the last time in her heart: "The shadow falls under the beautiful scenery, and the voice and color are mixed. In the flying white lamp, the red plum falls in the east..." In the lingering sound, Jia You
He couldn't help but step closer and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the notes scattered in the air. But the tune still weakened, and Jiayou's fingertips touched Qingqing's hand holding the wooden flute.
.
Qingqing didn't raise his head, but he didn't move away either.
Jiayou's palm was a little cold, but it was like spring water in an iceberg, constantly gushing out bursts of warmth. Qingqing felt the rough palm warming her thin fingertips, and suddenly remembered the last time she had been with him.
The collision of palms is the only time in this life that "three points of penetration" -
The two of them were covered in blood, like two plain birds and blue birds that had fallen into the lake.
A drop of tear slipped from Jiayou's eyes, hot and dripping on the back of Qingqing's hand: "Qing'er, forgive me." Qingqing raised her eyes and watched the morning sun bursting out, sprinkling in Jiayou's eyes.
Hot fiery red.
This time, Jiayou really forgot everything.
That should have been one of the scores of "Fan Ya Ji" that Mr. Nan is most familiar with. The former eldest son of Nan Lin relied on that melody to perfect the Bai Chi technique passed down from his father, and he almost relied on this piece
, died together with the young hero Linghu on the Xuantan.
But now, both Mr. Nan and Young Master Linghu are dead, and only Nan Jiayou and Lin Qing are left in the desert.
Qingqing held back her sobs, retracted her hand, and turned her head. Qingqing was seen staring at the golden light and shadow of the wooden flute under the sun, with her back to Jiayou, and whispered: