004 Yudi Flying Sound

Yan Ran hasn't moved since she returned to **. Not only doesn't want to move, but the key is that Bitong sees it to death. It seems that as long as Yan Ran moves her little finger, it will push her to be doomed. Yan Ran was surprised that Bitong was not strong, but she could intercept her in all aspects only on her own. Even if she wanted to be convenient, she was loyal to stay aside. Although she did not squint, it also made her very uncomfortable.

Yan Ran thought that if she hadn't been afraid of the following crimes, she might have been firmly tied up in **.

After being nervous for most of the day, Bitong was also tired, but she still refused to leave and only leaned on the bed frame to take a nap.

Yan Ran was not sleepy at all. She just stared at her head like pecking rice, watching the moon rise from the window behind her, and through the graceful and light floor curtain, spreading the willow shadow or thick or light on the curtain by the window and pulling it to the ground.

Today is still a full moon. She stared at the round jade plate. I don't know what's going on over there. Whether the real Cheng Xueyan has also turned into Yanran by mistake. Will she... worry about her when she thinks of Cheng Xueyan's weak appearance? Then he laughed at himself, and he was still busy with himself and thinking about others.

Well, why is it wrong? It's all because the man who was eager to be reincarnated cursed him to become a pig. Is he a pig or a roast suckling pig? Isn't he in a hurry? OK, let him be reincarnated every day!

She gritted her teeth, but sighed again. What she should think about now is how to get it back, but the only way is...

The threat of the messenger in white is still in his ears. If she commits suicide again and returns to hell, there are only 19 layers of hell waiting for her, but staying here is simply worse than death...

What should I do? What should I do?

There are countless possibilities in life, but she falls into the gap between possibility and possibility; fate will always have some miracles, and she is hit by a miracle that has not yet evolved completely.

Oh, my God, no one saved me?

It seems very natural. A wisp of flute sound passes through the cracks like Su wicker, quietly stirs the sleeping peach blossoms on the branches, causing several petals to fall lightly and dance like feathers. The flute sounded like a little wind, and the curtain in front of the window swings gently, against the moonlight, like water lines. The water pattern went straight into the bottom of my heart, and my heart seemed to be cool and cleansed down, and immediately calmed down.

The flute floats leisurely, and the moonlight seems to become more and more affectionate. The flute sound is entangled with the moonlight and wrapped into smoke, slowly floating in the room.

What kind of song is this that is so seductive?

She sat up gently, be careful not to disturb Bitong by the bed, and ran barefoot to the window.

The so-called window in Cheng Xueyan's bedroom is the balcony.

Open the curtain and stand on the balcony.

The moonlight spreads the whole courtyard like fine gold powder. Looking closely, there seem to be fine pink stars floating in the sky. The pavilions, corridors, bridges, flowers and trees are bathed in the hazy veil, like a fairyland.

There is a flute in the fairyland, pulling her eyes to float through the shattered lake, across the small stone bridge, through several moon gates, and falling straight into the garden a few feet away. The garden is surrounded by green trees on all sides, with a stone table and a man in white sitting next to it. Because the distance is too far, I can't see clearly.

Is he playing the flute?

Yan Ran looked around again and found no one else.

She gently retreated back, picked up the robe on the chair, and looked at Bitong... She was sleeping soundly.

He put on his robe and ran to the door, but turned it back and put on the embroidered shoes by the bed.

Outside the curtain is a square room of about 14 square meters. In the night, you can faintly see tables and chairs and some unidentified placements silently. There are two long lattice windows in front of them, and the shadows of trees on the window screen are oblique, and turning to the right is a door. When you push the door, you will see that the slope is a very steep staircase, and there is a moonlight at the end.

I picked up the steps, but when I saw myself in a huge yard, I looked up and saw the balcony of red sandalwood. The flowers and trees in the yard make people unable to see how big the yard is for a moment.

The courtyard door is not difficult to find, but after coming out, facing the four-sided moon door, the staggered corridor, and the swaying flowers and trees were confused for a moment. Fortunately, the sound of the flute has been drifting leisurely, as if weaving a long floating veil, pulling her footsteps as if nothing had been.

Such a spring breeze and moonlight, such a jade flute secretly flying...

Her footsteps accelerated, and her heart seemed to fly with her. I don't know how I bypassed several moon gates, how I walked through the complex corridor, and I didn't have time to enjoy the landscape under the moon. When everything suddenly became bright, I saw a man in white sitting at the stone table. Half of the hair was tied up and fixed with a jade hairpin, and the rest fell behind, almost to the ground.

I have been engaged in image design for three years, and I have seen many men with long hair. They give her the feeling of pursuing an alternative. Moreover, men don't seem to be good at taking care of their long hair, so their hair is mostly dirty and messy, and it is called the style of art. However, the long hair in front of him was as blue as water, so smooth that even the moonlight could not stand firmly on it. It slipped straight down his hair to his white robe, as if it had been coated with a faint layer of jade. In this way, although it is just a back, it is enough to regret.

Is he... a human or a ghost? I came on impulse, and the night was quiet, in case...

"Here you are..."

A soft and gentle sound like water brushed through the ear, making a wisp of hair hanging from the temples float gently.

And she didn't notice that the sound of the flute had disappeared unconsciously. She only stood still, watched him slowly turn around, saw his perfect side face, and saw his moon-like sacred and elegant face blooming in front of her eyes little by little...

There is such a handsome man in the world, which is simply as handsome as a mortal.

This man is not proud or uncomfortable because the person in front of him has been stunned by his own style, as if he has been used to this kind of attention, or should have been. Indeed, there are people in the world who are born aristocrats.

He just smiled indifferently... This smile is enough to turn all sentient beings upside down. Although this word doesn't seem to be appropriate for men, she really can't think of any other words to describe her shock at this moment.

"I know you will come..."

What is he talking about? Yan Ran was a little confused, but it was difficult to ask questions. She was afraid that her hoarse and strange voice would scare this fairy-like man.

In the face of perfect things, self-embarrassment is inevitable.

The fairy also stopped talking, but pointed to the stone stool opposite the jade flute in his hand, and Yan Ran sat over ghostly.

He held the flute in his hand, close to his lips...

So, the song just now wrinkled the spring night again.

The sound of the flute is beautiful, and there is a trace of imperceptible sadness, as if the person standing on the top of the mountain looking at his mind is far away. He doesn't want to be found by him, and he hopes to look back, but he only sees his back gradually blurred in the heavy fog...

Maybe everyone will encounter such a back. They were once moved, looked forward to seeing each other, and fantasized about staying together, but they could only secretly be buried in their hearts, and the person did not know what kind of desolation and sadness it was?

When I was in junior high school, I hopelessly liked the boy who went to the next class. When she had nothing to do, she found an excuse to go to the door of the class. She just wanted to take a look at him. If she met his eyes, it would be like a treasure. If she brought such an intentional or unintentional smile, her whole body seemed to be lit up. It's average.

Everything ended in a basketball game. She almost took a lot of the paper towel out of the water just to wipe his sweat, but just as she was about to prepare expressions and words to take a step towards him, a girl jumped up and took out a tissue to wipe the sweat on his forehead. He smiled at her, and his eyes were gentleness that he had never seen before...

That day, she hid in the corner and cried.

When I thought of this many years later, I only felt that I was stupid and cute at that time. And he is stupid, but he misses those innocent years very much, but he can't go back. It's not just those years. Many things around her didn't take it at the beginning, but once they miss it, they can't go back, such as her previous life, Ling Su, and her mother... They have been dependent on each other for more than 20 years. Now, there is only her mother alone in that world...

In a trance, something shook in front of my eyes. She instinctively dodged, but saw the man's look stunned and withdrew her hand.

His fingers are as slender as bamboo. Yan Ran had never seen a man give birth to such a beautiful hand, but unfortunately, he took it back without waiting to see it clearly, but when his eyes flashed, he seemed to see a crescent-shaped trace in the tiger mouth of that hand.

"You cried..."

His voice is as quiet as the lake.

Yan Ran touched her cheek in a panic and really cried.

"Time may change everything..."

Yan Ran hasn't understood any of his words since he met him.

He stood up and slightly looked up at the bright moon, as if he were bathing in the moonlight. The two fingers of the hand behind him unconsciously tapped his waist with the jade flute. In this way, he set against the tranquility around him and the sweet fragrance of peach blossoms. The wind gently brushed the hem of his snow-colored robe, as if he would go by the wind at any time.

"I still remember the night before you got married three years ago, and it was such a spring night. You told me..."

Three years ago...the night before the wedding...a man and a woman met on a spring night...

Yan Ran's brain is spinning rapidly... Well, there is a situation!

"In that case, that's it..."

Yan Ran can't understand again.

The man turned his head, with the light of the moon floating on his face, and a pair of black eyes looked at her for a moment, which made her forget to breathe for a moment, but saw him smile again, like a white lotus: "In that's the case, that's it..."

He beats word for word.

Yan Ran word by word.

Although this man is likely to say a secret that only the real Cheng Xueyan knows, she heard a little different meaning from this situation.

In that case, that's it...

Really...is that it?