When the music ended, the white jade flute was also slowly put down by Lin Xiao. However, his eyes were still closed, and the expression on his face was melancholy and lonely, as if he was bitterly recalling something. Everyone was still immersed in the lingering sound of the flute and had not woken up … The sound of the flute was like a dream, presenting the magic of all living things in front of their eyes. It made them see a person's life from immaturity, to beauty, to maturity, and finally to the end.
It was as if they had a dream, and in the dream, they saw the life that they were destined to walk step by step. What brought them into the dream was the sound of the flute with infinite magic.
They were shocked. If it wasn't for today, they would have always thought that the sound of the flute was just an auditory enjoyment. They never thought that the sound of the flute would completely touch their heartstrings, and describe moving scenes in the depths of their hearts. What kind of magical and unbelievable sound of the flute was this, and what kind of extraordinary person could play such a sound.
Other than shock, they couldn't think of anything else.
Who knew how many people even thought that they had actually really had a dream, and had not woken up until now.
"This song has the same name as the flute, and is called" Red Dust Dream ". It is the song that I must play every day. Every time I play it, I will remember my deceased mother. The sound of the flute is like her soft call, and it makes me feel that she has not left me, but has always been by my side, watching me walk through every step of my life. "Lin Xiao said softly, and the corners of his eyes were slightly wet. This was the first time that he played "Red Dust Dream" in front of so many people. He was not surprised by the reaction of the crowd, nor was he proud, because in his heart, this was nothing out of the ordinary.
His voice was very low, and it was not enough to wake people up from the shock. Until Long Yin exclaimed in admiration, enunciating each word, "Good! What a good song, "Red Dust Dream". What a good Lin family, Lin Xiao. Until today, I finally know what the true sound of the flute is, what it means to be one with the flute, and why this song should only exist in the heavens, and how many times can it be heard in the human world. I have listened to countless wonderful tunes in the past half of my life, but today I know that compared to this' Red Dust Dream ', the wonderful tunes I have heard before are really unbearably vulgar and hard to listen to. When you mentioned that the music of the secular world was not worthy of being compared to your flute music, I didn't think much of it. Now, I finally believe that your flute music and Wuchen's painting skills are indeed incomparable to the skills of the secular world. Our Tenryū Province is blessed by the gods to have the two of you. The heavens are protecting our Tianlong! "
Long Yin's voice was filled with passion, not concealing the excitement, admiration, and gratification in the slightest. His words woke everyone up, and also shouted out their inner thoughts. For a moment, there was an uproar in the hall. These officials and nobles, who usually did not smile and were extremely stingy with praise, used the most gorgeous words they could think of to praise the flute just now. They praised Lin Xiao and even felt that it was far from enough. How could the gorgeous words of the world be qualified to decorate this flute music that should only belong to the heavens?
Today, they got to know Wuchen of the Yeh family again, and they also got to know Lin Xiao of the Lin family again — a genius who could play the heavenly music.
Everyone was convinced that Lin Xiao won this competition. Because they didn't believe that there was any flute music that could surpass the 'Red Dust Dream' just now. The flute music brought everyone into a dream-like wonderland, describing a person's dream-like life. In it, the sad memories of his mother, the melancholy of life, and a faint sense of loss were all heard in their hearts and resonated with them.
Among these people, Ye Wuchen was also included. He had never imagined that Lin Xiao's skill in the art of the vertical bamboo flute had reached such an astounding level.
"It's really amazing!" Ye Wuchen said to Lin Xiao.
"The flute … is half of my life." Lin Xiao replied with no expression.
"Oh? Ha … to me, the flute is just a musical instrument, nothing more. Does that mean that if you can't touch the flute in the future, it's equivalent to losing half of your life? "Ye Wuchen said with some playfulness.
"Yes!"
"Unless you have absolute confidence, don't bet your life for this kind of insignificant competition, and it's a bet with no return. Only an idiot would do such a thing. Maybe you think you have absolute confidence. But I think … "
Ye Wuchen didn't continue. The noise in his ears didn't disappear for a long time. He let out a long breath and shouted in a clear voice, "Everyone, listen to me first."
The clear voice shocked them, and they finally calmed down gradually. Their eyes refocused on Ye Wuchen, looking forward to his performance.
Ye Wuchen said with a smile, "Young Master Lin's flute skills really live up to your reputation, it's admirable. Even I don't have full confidence that I can beat Young Master Lin. But the Yeh family has never retreated without a fight, I still have to show my incompetence. "
He glanced at the flute in Lin Xiao's hand and continued, "Young Master Lin, this flute is a relic of his birth mother, it's as important as his life. It has never left his body, and naturally, he doesn't allow others to touch it. So this flute must never be touched by me. I wonder if any of you seniors and friends have brought a flute. If I can borrow it for a while, Wuchen will be very grateful. "
Then, he didn't look at the audience, but at Hua Shuirou. With a smile on his face, his gentle eyes didn't leave her for even a second.
The people in the field looked at each other, but no one could take out a flute. They were here to watch the competition between the young heroes, who would bring a flute for no reason? Moreover, the flute was not a zither. It was a stringed instrument and needed to be played with the lips. No matter if it was a man or a woman, who would be willing to share a flute with someone else? Because it was no different from sharing a pair of chopsticks. So even if someone brought a flute, they wouldn't take it out — — of course, except for those girls who were in love and couldn't wait to throw themselves at him. When a beautiful woman gave a flute, it meant that she wanted to entrust her life to someone. They were willing, but they didn't have a flute with them.
Hua Shuirou's heart was beating fast. She raised her head again and again, and lowered it again and again. Because every time she secretly raised her head, she would meet that gaze that made her heart beat faster. She covered her red face and whispered, "Could it be … … that I've been discovered by him?"
After a long time, no one took out a flute, and the atmosphere became a little awkward. Long Yin also frowned, "Did anyone bring a flute?"
Without the flute, this competition would not be able to continue. If they went back to the palace to retrieve the flute, who knew how long it would take.
Hua Shuirou quietly raised her head and saw Ye Wuchen's gentle gaze. There was a faint expectation in his eyes, as if he wanted to tell her: Even if someone else gave it to me, I wouldn't accept it. I only want your flute.
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