Do I really have to give it to him? But that is something that I have come into contact with before. Also, if I give it to him, will others think that …
In a state of panic, she once again called out softly, "I … I brought it."
All eyes looked at Hua Shuirou in unison. Most of them were shocked and puzzled. Because … a woman giving a man a jade flute, this was such an obvious hint.
Could it be that Miss Hua …
The corners of Ye Wuchen's mouth curled up. He then moved forward and quickly arrived in front of Hua Shuirou. At this moment, there was an emerald jade flute in Hua Shuirou's hand. The jade flute was sparkling and translucent. It was small and exquisite. Her soft and small hands were as smooth as snow. They looked even more sparkling and translucent than the emerald jade flute.
As Ye Wuchen came closer, a strange masculine scent that made her dizzy assaulted her face. Hua Shuirou did not dare to raise her head. She lowered her head. Her arms trembled as she lifted the emerald jade flute. Ye Wuchen smiled as he received it. His right hand naturally caressed her smooth palm. Hua Shuirou retracted her hands as if she had been electrocuted. Then, she clasped her hands together and placed them on her knees. Her face was as red as a powder. In her memory, this was the first time someone other than her family touched her hands. To this extremely conservative woman, this was enough to make her unable to sleep well tonight.
"The legacy of a beauty, Wuchen will never forget it." Ye Wuchen smiled. He turned around and walked towards the center of the field. At the same time, he played with the emerald jade flute in his hand. He said softly, "Clear and translucent jade, like a woman's skin. Gentle and soft, with the fragrance of a young woman's lips. It is Wuchen who has been rude."
Such provocative words made everyone at the scene speechless. Hua Shuirou even moaned and buried her head deep in her chest. She was so embarrassed that she wanted to run away immediately.
Lin Xiao's expression changed again and again. The faint smile on his face had already completely changed. The woman whom he had fallen in love with and was betrothed to him had actually given her jade flute to a man in front of everyone … Moreover, it was a man who surpassed him in every aspect. This was equivalent to ruthlessly stabbing a knife into his heart. It was so painful that he wanted to roar loudly to vent his feelings.
"Xiao, don't you regret it?" Long Yin asked.
Although the long flute and the short flute were played in the same way, the sound quality of the short flute was obviously inferior to the long flute. On the other hand, those who were used to using the long flute would find it difficult to adapt to the short flute in a short time, and vice versa.
Ye Wuchen nodded and said with a smile, "This song … is for me."
They played for themselves — Lin Xiao and Ye Wuchen, one for his dead mother, the other for himself. One used a long flute, the other a short flute. When he played for his deceased mother, his filial piety was somewhat affected. When he played for himself, it was relatively dull. Whether it was the feeling he gave people at the beginning or the flute he was using, Ye Wuchen was at a disadvantage in all aspects.
Ye Wuchen gently placed the jade flute on his lips. A light and pleasant fragrance slowly drifted into his nose. Hua Shuirou covered her face. Her face was frighteningly hot. Because only her lips had touched that place before, but now … She didn't dare to continue thinking about it. For this young girl who had stayed in her room all year round and had never been alone with a man other than her father, this had even touched the bottom line of her psychological endurance. In her heart, this kind of "intimate" contact could only be done between husband and wife.
Tonight, she probably wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully.
However, after waiting for a long time, there was no sound from the flute. Ye Wuchen just stood there quietly like a weathered fossil. Finally, he gently closed his eyes. It was at this moment that people suddenly felt that his temperament had undergone a huge change. Even the atmosphere around him had an obvious change. After a short period of silence, a faint sense of oppression arose from the bottom of their hearts. It was getting heavier and heavier until they were almost unable to breathe. It was as if there was a heavy iron plate pressing on their chests.
The sadness couldn't be stopped …
A note rang out softly. It was very, very light, as light as a breeze blowing past. However, it was this soft note that clearly entered everyone's ears. In their hearts, it caused the entire square to become so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard … Even the entire world seemed to have become quiet in that instant. There was no longer any noise. Only the lingering sound of that note lingered in their ears, not dispersing for a long time.
It was another short and light note. Everyone felt as if their hearts had been lightly knocked, and they trembled slightly in the silence.
The rhythm of the note finally began to slowly increase, and the trembling in their hearts increased as well. Until the note finally became one, converging into a sad and sorrowful piece of music that could break one's heart. The sound of the flute was still so light. It was as if a light breeze could completely blow it away. However, everyone in the square could hear it so clearly. This was because the sound of the flute didn't seem to be ringing in their ears. Instead, it was slowly coming from the deepest part of their hearts. They didn't dare to make a single sound for fear of being interrupted.
On a bright and beautiful day, in the bleak wind, a small blade of grass quietly revealed itself and looked at the world. Its appearance carried too much joy and too much hope. In the warmth, the small grass gradually grew up, showing off its new life and vitality to the world. However, the wind … was still bleak. From time to time, it would quietly tremble in the wind.
One day, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds. The dark clouds brought with them a heavy and terrifying pressure that made it hard for people to breathe. Finally, a thunderclap sounded. The ferocious lightning split open the curtain of clouds. Heavy rain poured down, and the wind also raged, mercilessly destroying the young and tender grass. In the face of this disastrous blow, it didn't fall. Instead, it still proudly looked up at the sky and straightened its body. No matter how the wind howled, no matter how merciless the rain was, it gritted its teeth, because it couldn't fall.
The people's hearts slowly tightened and ached.
After a night of wind and rain, it became incomparably weak. However, in the end, it didn't fall. Instead, it faced the sky and made a victory sign.
However, its disaster was far from over. In fact, it had just begun. It continued to grow slowly until one day, when an even more violent storm came, it still used all its strength to support its young and tender body. It endured and resisted without the slightest bit of fear …
The corner of Ye Wuchen's eyes became slightly wet, but it immediately disappeared. In his blurry memories, he saw his own blurry childhood. He saw his three-year-old self tightly clenching his teeth. Because he used too much force, blood even seeped out from between his teeth. His expression was so twisted, and his body trembled so violently. Because at that time, he had endured a kind of pain. That kind of pain was only endured by him in the whole world. It was a thousand, ten thousand times more painful than being stabbed by a knife … But in the face of such pain, he didn't make a sound, because he had to endure everything. He couldn't let his mother know, he couldn't let his mother worry, and he definitely couldn't fall … Because he was waiting for the hope that he had been waiting for for too long.
Mother … Who are you? Where are you now? Why did I rely on you so much at that time? And these two words made my heart so warm, so warm that I wanted to cry.
And what is that hope? Why can't I see it no matter how hard I try?
And at that time, why did I have to endure that kind of pain every month? Is it the same as half a month ago — No! It's not the same. Not only is it a completely different feeling, but the pain at that time is even more painful than half a month ago.
Then, what kind of past do I have?
Who am I?
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