It was the first time that You'er talked to him so calmly. She didn't know why, but she felt a little bit distressed when she saw him like this.
"Well! Pig, can you do it?" Nangong also picked up the leaf in his hand and handed it to her.
There is a purple vine chain on the white wrist, and the small purple diamonds reflect colorful light in the sun.
The right boy shook his head.
Nangong also took his hand back, and You'er noticed the flash of disappointment in his eyes, and his heart tightened inexplicably.
"Bingshan, although I can't play music with leaves, I can do other things. Please wait for me for two minutes."
Youer smiled, got up and walked towards the lake.
Nangong also looked at her back in confusion, wondering what other evil idea she had come up with.
After a while, the right boy came back with two more reeds in his hand.
"Bingshan, do you have a knife?"
You'er firmly believes that people like him are certainly not short of things like lighters, cigarettes, and knives.
Sure enough, Nangong also handed her a knife, an exquisite Meng knife, the size of a palm, engraved with complicated patterns.
"Thanks--"
The right son happily took the dagger, carefully cut off the reed joints, flattened both ends, and punched several holes in the middle.
Nangong Yi looked at the lake in front of him with indifferent eyes. This place was a forbidden area that belonged to him alone. No one had ever dared to step in, because anyone who knew this place would disappear completely in Alans.
"Iceberg, nuh! That's it."
The right son raised the newly made reed flute as if offering a treasure.
Under the sun, the girl smiled brightly, even more beautiful than the blooming summer flowers. A few strands of messy long hair were blown by the wind and flowed out of the dust.
"What is this?" Nangong also asked a little funny.
"The reed flute! It's just like a flute. How about I try the sound?"
A piece of Chopin's "The Magic Flute" slowly flowed out. Although it was a little out of tune, it still sounded good.
"Bingshan, I'm not good at playing, and my performance is a bit bad. I think if you can play well, it will definitely sound good."
Youer is definitely not praising him. He can play such a beautiful tune using leaves. If he uses this, he will definitely be able to play it very well.
"Yu Yishan, it's time for you to go."
He spoke calmly, feeling a little inexplicably irritable.
In just a few days, she seems to have become a special presence in his life. He will be angry because of her, eat the food she has eaten, and sit here calmly with her without any uncomfortable feeling. He hates it.
This feeling made him want her to disappear from his eyes immediately.