Strange World Little Cooking Saint - 770. Mime private 759

That night.

The heavy snow has not yet melted, probably because the day is sunny, and a full moon hangs high in the evening, the brilliance is sprinkled, and thousands of mountains are like white clothes.

Wen Heng was suddenly interested in Fuqin, and put the Guqin on the table and played it at night by the lake.

There is no wind in the silent night, only fish occasionally swim by under the remnant load, with ripples at the starting point.

The chord of “Zheng” sounded a little deep, like a trembling of the residual lotus that was touched by a fish accidentally, and then it became calm; then the fish jumped up from the water again, and the sound of the piano became high and high. It was crisper, and the sound was short, with a trace of anger; the fish returned to the water, and everything was calm again. I don’t know when the wind blows, and the leaves pressing on the snow are a bit heavy. When the snow fell from the leaves, I was pleasantly surprised to find that a green bud emerged from the original branch…

When Shi Yu was sleeping, he suddenly woke up when he heard the sound of the piano.

She opened her eyes and looked at the moonlight spilling in from the window, unprovoked, and she was certain that the sound of the piano must have been touched by Wen Heng.

He seemed to be in a good mood, and the piano sound was also alive.

Lying on the bed and listening quietly for a while, Shi Yu wanted to take a look. The best thing is to watch him play the piano by his side, but if she is past, I am afraid it will spoil his interest.

But what do I want to do?

After going over and over several times, Shi Yu decided to close his eyes and scatter all his spirits.

As soon as she leaves the house now, it is estimated that Wen Heng will notice her movement. Divine spirit is her advantage, non-illusionists cannot detect where her divine consciousness is. Wen Heng shouldn’t notice it, and he seems to be immersed in the sound of the piano now…

However, for the sake of caution, Shi Yu still had a twelve-point spirit, carefully distracting his soul, and slowly approaching the waterside pavilion. Fearing that there were too many souls, she only divided a little bit over, and the speed was extremely slow, just not to disturb Wen Heng.

Shenhun went out, and soon saw the man in Linshui playing the piano. He changed into the meticulous and luxurious robes he usually wore, and he was rarely dressed in white, sitting by the railing.

He closed his eyes, his technique was arbitrary, and he did not stick to one pattern. The sound of the piano followed his deep thoughts and walked down the snowy moon. It was a breeze and a bright moon, a swimming fish and a bird, and a little cinnabar in Shi Yu’s heart.

Shi Yu had never seen him like this before. Before she knew it, she had already come to the lake. She wanted to listen quietly next to him like this, and wanted to know his mood at this moment.

Suddenly, the tone of the piano changed.

If it was only a little bit of anger just now, then suddenly it turned into flowers and grass, with dead trees in spring, and when I heard that, Yu was almost in agitated.

And in the lake in front of her, the snow has not yet melted, but the residual lotus has returned to green at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the original dead branches have also become full. After a while, the lotus will grow out of the water and bloom slowly.

this……

Shi Yu was dumbfounded.

The lotus in the lake regained its youth, and the green began to spread to the shore, first by the grass along the shore, then by the bushes and trees. The plants that withered in the winter began to return to their original appearance, like the grand scene in summer.

Close to Shi Yu’s side, the Tu Bian Hua Cong also bloomed. The white flowers, in clusters, fell by Shi Yu’s side, exuding this scent that was repelling and tempting to pursue unconsciously.

At this time, the wind suddenly rose. Shi Yu felt that he was blown up by the wind with the petals, and fell towards the middle of the lake. On the lake, I don’t know when it will fog.

The milky white mist floats quietly on the lake, sticking to the water, flowing with the wind, like clouds of smoke.

Shi Yu also turned into a fog, and she felt that she was closer to Wen Heng.

She can now see him from the front, and see his calm appearance with closed eyes.

The appearance is born from the heart, and the piano is inspired by it. There is vitality in his heart, so everything around him also rejuvenates.

He is not a surviving and independent person. Others find him difficult to reach, feel that he is aloft, and feel that it is too tired to keep raising his head to look up at him, so they simply enshrine him on a high place.

In fact, he was just alone.

It may be that you have been alone for too long, and you no longer like to deal with others, you care more about your heart, and like to do whatever you want.

Wen Heng.

Shi Yu stared at him quietly, suddenly wanted to touch his cheek, wanted to tell him, it doesn’t matter if you don’t have a friend, but in the future I will be the friend who will fight with you.

About the evening wind knew her heart, and with a flick, she pushed her forward, and Shi Yu was sent to the railing lightly like this.

She was only one step away from Wen Heng at this time.

Only one step away…

Shi Yu wanted to work harder and move closer to him.

But at this time, Wen Heng’s expression suddenly changed, and Qin’s tone suddenly became violent. The original growth of everything and the wind and drizzle suddenly turned into squally showers, despair and darkness began to permeate, and the surrounding blooming scenes quickly fell into mud, and the breath of death became more and more dense.

With a “bang”, the three strings suddenly broke, the golden thread cut his fingers, and the breath of silence just stopped abruptly, the tyrannical atmosphere lingering around slowly dissipated, and this silent night returned to tranquility again. .

“Tick”, there was blood dripping on the Qin board.

The faint purple-gold color is very eye-catching.

Wen Heng slowly opened his eyes. He looked at his palm, his eyes dead.

Shi Yu couldn’t describe the feeling, it was like she had entered the world of the undead for the first time, she couldn’t feel a trace of vitality in it, and she was depressed to despair.

Why does he have such eyes?

Isn’t he supposed to have a glorious life all his life, always walking in front of everyone?

Wen Heng suddenly raised his eyes, and when Shi Yu saw that he was looking at him, he couldn’t help stiffening, and he didn’t dare to make any more movements.

Unexpectedly, Wen Heng just moved his hand in her direction, and the mist rushed towards him.

Shi Yu felt that he was flicking his fingers across his face, and then heard him chuckle, “Do you also understand the piano?”

He seems to simply want to talk.

“The flowers can re-open, the grass can be re-green, why can’t time return to the past. I keep walking forward, getting farther and farther away from them, how can I save them.”

“It is said that becoming a fairy can bring time back, but why are you stopping me!”

Shi Yu suddenly stood up, and she felt a fierce killing intent.

Fortunately, Wen Heng was not a person who angered at will, and he did not irritate his frustration to other things, otherwise the jade spirit will inevitably be crushed.

But Shi Yu wanted to do something, she wanted to comfort him, and wanted him not to be so sad.

One of the flowers that just happened to fly was slowly drifting down, and she cautiously blew the petals, and the pale pink petals fell on his palm.

When she saw it, Wen Heng’s expression gradually eased after seeing the flower, and his eyes became gentle.

“Tumi, mother’s favorite flower.”

At this moment, Shi Yu realized very clearly.

She was tempted.