On the ancient road, smoke and dust are swept away.
The young man is dressed in white and rides his horse like flying.
The person on the horse is none other than Su Ling.
Su Ling came out of the old Zhang city and rode fast, thinking that he could catch up with Zhang Zhiyue and the others. Even if he couldn't, it would be good to take a few glances from a distance.
Pegasus quickly left the old Zhang city gate. As it ran further and further away, the surrounding scenery became more and more desolate and lonely.
On both sides of the ancient road, bare loess hills flashed past Su Ling's eyes one after another.
The Bahe River and the Zhanghe River converge. Under the erosion of the rain all year round, the ancient roads of the old Zhangcheng City have also been flooded several times by the two rivers.
When the flood receded, this landscape was left behind.
At first glance, the desolate yellow color seems a bit indescribably shocking.
Su Ling thought for a while and realized that he couldn't just follow the ancient road to catch up. There was a high chance that he would not be able to catch up.
Thinking of this, Su Ling turned around and rushed straight up the loess hill. Taking a shortcut, he might be able to catch them.
As if in the everlasting yellow world that fills the sky, a rapidly surging yellow line spreads forward from far away in the sky, as if it has carved a deep scar in this yellow world.
The scorching sun, loess, white clothes, and fast horses.
Lonely and deep.
Finally, when Su Ling thought that he really wouldn't catch up, he suddenly felt as if there were a few black spots moving slowly in the yellow sky under the loess slopes as far as the eye could see.
Su Ling increased his speed, and finally the black spots became clearer.
Zhang Zhiyue!
Su Ling was condescending and saw things truly and clearly.
He finally galloped for another mile and caught up with the carriage team in front of him.
In front of Su Ling, at the front, were three horses. Su Ling didn't recognize the horses on the left and right, but they were all wearing scholar's uniforms. They were handsome and handsome. Su Ling thought they should be from Liyou Mountain, but the person in the middle was actually
Riding a white horse.
The horse was all white, without a trace of color, and looked extremely eye-catching in a world filled with yellow.
The man on the horse was wearing a plain white gauze garment. The wind blew by, and the gauze garment outshone the snow, making him look even more chilled and alluring.
If it’s not Xuanyuan Tinghe, then who is it?
Looking back, you see a simple and elegant carriage. The curtain of the carriage is open, so you can't see inside.
However, they were under the loess slopes, while Su Ling was on top of the loess slopes.
He could see their carriage, but they didn't realize at all that he was chasing after them at some point.
Su Ling just wanted to call them out, but when the words came to her mouth, they were as heavy as a thousand pounds, but no sound came out no matter what.
He rode his horse to catch up, just to take a look at Zhi Yue, and his wish was fulfilled just by taking one look at Zhi Yue.
If he calls her, she gets out of the carriage and walks towards him.
Su Ling, what do you want to say to her? What can you say to her?
She has been waiting for you for many years.
Do you still want to say to her,
Zhang Zhiyue, wait for me some more time, but I am not sure how long the waiting time will be.
Is this what he has been chasing after so long and wants to say to Zhiyue?
Does it make sense to Zhang Zhiyue?
If there is...
If you say such words, the only meaning is just to add hurt, it is better not to say it...
If Zhiyue wants me to go to Liyou Mountain to live in seclusion with her, how should I answer?
Should I tell her that I am really willing and willing to go with her, but I can't go with her because I still have too many things to do...
Su Ling even felt that he should not have so desperately chased after her.
The man has been caught up.
However, it is all in vain to say anything, and it is sentimental to meet each other. I can't make any promises, and I can't accomplish anything.
Why are you still chasing after me?
Is it just chasing for the sake of chasing, or is it because of his deep debt to Zhang Zhiyue?
Su Ling had a look of silence on his face, staring at the slowly moving carriage team under the hill. He was in a daze, but he didn't know what he was going to do next.
What else should we do... It's better to turn the horse's head and leave quietly...
He was thinking about this, but suddenly he realized that for some reason, the horse underneath him was slowly moving forward with the carriage team.
The horses' hooves made a gentle tapping sound, and the horses also made a gentle whine.
Su Ling just followed them forward slowly in silence. He himself didn't know how long he would have to follow and where he would go.
Suddenly, Xuanyuan Tinghe, who was sitting on the white horse, seemed to turn his head slightly in his direction for some reason.
Su Ling's heart trembled, and the next moment he felt like he had nowhere to hide. He panicked and hurriedly lay down on the horse's back.
I hope this horse can block my panicked and embarrassed figure.
He didn't know why he was hiding? Was he afraid that Xuanyuan Tinghe would find him?
But why should he be afraid?
Didn't he just come to say goodbye?
Under the loess slopes, on the ancient road.
The team of chariots and horses was walking slowly.
Xuanyuan Tinghe did not look back, looking coldly at the desolate ancient loess road in the distance, and suddenly said quietly into the carriage: "Ah Yue, he is chasing me... Do you want to see him...
"
There was silence for a long time inside the carriage and horses.
After a while, the curtain of the carriage slowly opened.
A light green figure appeared in front of the carriage door. She was half leaning on the door frame and whispered to Xuanyuan Tinghe: "Where's Sister... Tinghe, Sister knows that he is coming, don't you want to meet him?"
What?"
Xuanyuan Tinghe was startled for a moment, then his expression returned to coldness, and his voice was cold as well: "Why did I see him... If I hadn't come to pick you up and Senior Zhang, I would never have seen him again...
..."
Zhang Zhiyue covered her mouth and smiled softly: "Sister... you are like this..."
Xuanyuan Tinghe asked back: "Why do you always ask me? What about you? If you see him, I will drag him down from the high slope..."
As she spoke, she seemed to glance slightly at the loess hill on the left.
However, her expression remained cold, as if she was not looking at him.
Zhang Zhiyue slowly walked out of the car, stood on the carriage, and slowly stretched out her hand, but not in the direction of Su Ling.
She just faced forward, opened her arms out of thin air, and then made a hug gesture.
She hugged herself really tightly.
That touch of light green dances with the wind among the desolate yellow hills, looking poignant and eye-catching.
Su Ling stood on a high post and could see everything clearly and truly.
"Zhiyue..."
Su Ling let out a very low cry from his mouth.
Depressed and unwilling to give up.
After Zhang Zhiyue finished this action, she slowly took out a crystal clear turquoise jade flute from her waist.
Then gently put it to Sakura's lips and play.
The sound of the flute is long and lingering, like weeping and complaining. The beauty is like a dream, her return date has not yet been announced.
Su Ling sat on the hillock and slowly closed her eyes while sitting on the horse.
Feel the sob-like sound of the flute carried by the wind.
Then just like Zhang Zhiyue, she slowly stretched out her arms forward.
Made an exact hug gesture.
Suddenly, the originally sob-like sound of the jade flute suddenly changed its tune and style.
Zhang Zhiyue moved her jade fingers lightly, and the sound of the jade flute suddenly seemed desolate and distant.
Su Ling was greatly moved.
Because, what kind of music can this flute sound play?
I'm afraid that only I and Zhang Zhiyue know about it in this world.
Because the music played by this flute does not belong to this world at all.
Suddenly, all the yellowed memories in Su Ling's heart came rushing back.
He was torn apart and felt more uncomfortable than he had ever felt before.
The past is like yesterday, and today is what was yesterday.
Su Ling's eyes heated up, and Zhang Zhiyue's figure became a little blurry.
But the sound of the flute became clearer and clearer, reaching my ears and lingering in my mind.
Slowly, Su Ling murmured and sang: "The wandering people miss you outside...Dear mother...The wandering footsteps have traveled all over the world...without a home."
.....The winter wind... carries snowflakes... and blows my tears away..."
Su Ling sang along with the melodious and melancholy sound of the jade flute over and over again.
Gradually, his voice became louder and louder.
Until the end, Su Ling's voice suddenly resounded throughout the entire loess slope, matching the wind and yellow sand, lingering for a long time.
How could Zhang Zhiyue and Xuanyuan Tinghe not hear it?
However, Xuanyuan Tinghe's eyes were still cold, and he still looked ahead as if he was indifferent to the world.
But Zhang Zhiyue still closed her eyes and played the jade flute. The sound of the flute matched Su Ling's singing, melodious and seamless.
She played the flute and he sang the song.
The carriages and horses moved slowly.
Horse hooves trample.
Just like this, if it lasts forever, how wonderful it would be!
I don't know how long it took.
Zhang Zhiyue slowly put down the jade flute and pinned it to her waist. The sound of the flute stopped abruptly.
Su Ling's singing voice gradually disappeared without knowing when.
It was only then that Zhang Zhiyue suddenly turned back and looked towards the countless loess hills.
However, apart from the loess, Su Ling's figure was nowhere to be seen.
She understood that he was gone.
She also knew that he was reluctant to let go.
But, he can't, he can't.
Zhang Zhiyue didn't seem too confused, and slowly looked forward.
Then, he raised his left arm high.
The green clothes swayed, and she slowly swayed her arms towards the loess, wind and sand behind her, and the old Zhangzhou that had long since disappeared.
She said softly: "Goodbye, Jiuzhang...Su Ling...goodbye..."
After she said this, she suddenly looked towards the long road in the distance.
Suddenly, he smiled casually.
Without any further hesitation, he turned around and entered the carriage car again, slowly lowering the curtain...
Yellow sand and loess are eternal and eternal.
Xuanyuan listened to He's clear drink, and seemed to have cut off all ties: "Liyou Mountain... speed up..."
The carriage accelerated, and wherever it passed, a long and endless rut of varying depths was reflected.
Those people and things will eventually disappear at the end of the sky.