Chapter 35: You loser, you are so arrogant (1) Fourth update
Time flies, and another year and a half has passed in the blink of an eye. Chu Xiaohui has been in Lanzong for almost three years without knowing it. His birthday will be in half a month. By then, he will be twenty years old. Now
, he has become accustomed to this kind of worldly life like a wandering wild goose, and he is no longer as enthusiastic about cultivating Taoism as he was before, because that is simply impossible. After so many years of unremitting efforts, he still cannot get rid of the trance above his head.
A halo of "waste material" weighing on my heart like a boulder.
"The heart flies away with the southern clouds, and the shape follows the northern geese. The maple in the courtyard of the Chu Mansion has several flowers blooming today."
Chu Xiaohui sat on the bamboo, holding "Qing Shang" in his hand, slowly closed his slightly sad eyes, and softly recited a poem, like a girl's slender hands, gently touching "Qing Shang"
"Beautiful melodies popped up on it. Since this bamboo happened to be in an arc like a mysterious moon, coupled with his own thin body, of course, although the bamboo was under a lot of pressure, it could still be intact.
It's the same as before, but after a strong wind blew through it, the arc drawn by the nearly broken waist undoubtedly increased a bit. If it were replaced by a big cow, then this bamboo would not be so lucky, and would inevitably be damaged.
Danger of breaking at the waist.
"Chirp,"
The extremely beautiful melody kept echoing in the bamboo forest, "Huhu," a slightly cool autumn wind blew by. Suddenly, some yellowed bamboo leaves could not withstand the damage of the autumn wind, and fell from the high bamboo branches.
It fell gently on the clothes, and some fell on Chu Xiaohui's snow-like white clothes, and this endless and beautiful music was carried out of the bamboo forest with the autumn wind.
"Chirp, chirp,"
After a while, following the clear chirping of the birds, only one lark looked curiously at Chu Xiaohui, who was sitting on the bamboo trunk and playing passionately. There was confusion in his eyes at first, and then there was also confusion.
There was a trace of sadness, and soon there were tears in his eyes. He forgot that he was also a beautiful singer, and stood quietly on a bamboo branch only one meter away from Chu Xiaohui, listening.
With.
"Chirp,"
It didn't take long for the nearby birds to fly into the bamboo forest in groups. When they saw the lark's forgetful look, they all immediately did not dare to sing at all and stopped quietly nearby.
On the bamboo branches, for a moment, there were dozens of spectators watching Chu Xiaohui's performance for free. Chu Xiaohui was not aware of anything happening around him. In three years, for ordinary mortals,
It was quite a long time. During these three years, he never stopped thinking about his parents. The passage of time would only make their impression in his mind more and more profound.
"Chirp, what a beautiful tune!"
Suddenly, at this moment, a parrot with a faint glow flew into the bamboo forest following the direction of the music.
"Xiaocai!"
It didn't take long for a series of soft calls to be heard in the bamboo forest. Among them was a clear female voice, and the sound of the piano suddenly stopped. The sad artistic conception sketched by Chu Xiaohui also dissipated, and the surrounding birds
There were tears in his eyes, and he seemed to feel that he had heard this voice before. Suddenly, an unruly girl appeared in his mind.