Musician (16)
However, Chu Mo did not wave his sleeves, and the three of them returned to Liuxiang Residence in Tianling City a few years later.
As soon as Xiao Lin opened his eyes, he felt the floc of the rag in his hand.
Yes, the story of Li Chiyin and Jiang Yu had a beginning and an end. They changed the ending and also gave Cha Geng.
"Is the princess still dead?" Xiao Lin asked the moment he saw Chu Mo.
This is what she wants to know most now.
But Chu Mo shook his head: "I don't know either."
As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar voice cut through the noisy crowd and reached Xiao Lin's ears alone.
"Excuse me, is Mr. Chu here?"
Hearing the voice, Xiao Lin and Mu You turned their heads together, tears welling up in their eyes.
It’s Jiang Yu! It’s Jiang Yu!
He looked exactly the same as the first time I saw him - his left eye was covered with a white cloth, and behind him was a huge guqin.
Now, he has returned to his old ways.
Without saying a word, Mu You hurriedly pulled him to the backyard and asked him in detail about what had happened in the past few years.
"After that, I spent many years traveling all over the country to finally collect the materials for these strings. During this time, I accidentally fell and hit my left eye on a stone, and I became blind." Jiang Yu said calmly, as if the pain in his body was not worth mentioning.
After listening to Jiang Yu's frank account of the hardships he had experienced in the past few years, Xiao Lin could no longer hold back the tears in his heart.
At this moment, she finally knew what kind of story Chu Mo wanted to hear -
It is not a bizarre and absurd folk story, nor is it the love story between men and women passed down by everyone, nor is it the romantic encounters of the children of high-ranking officials and nobles. What he wants to hear is the reversal of human nature among all living beings, the mutual understanding in times of despair, and the courage to compete with fate even if one is insignificant.
After saying that, Chu Mo stood up and walked towards the back room, and by the way, he asked Xiao Lin to go to the kitchen to get a cup of tea for Jiang Yu.
After a while, Jiang Yu, who was sipping tea, saw Chu Mo walking towards him. He immediately stood up and stretched his neck to take a look at the last string of the zither to see what kind of strange thing it was.
But when Chu Mo opened the wooden box in his hand, what he saw was an extremely ordinary guitar string.
"Boss Chu, this should be an ordinary guitar string..."
Jiang Yu couldn't believe it. The final string he had been guessing for several years turned out to be such a thing.
"Yes, and no." Chu Mo replied calmly, "This rumored last string requires your bones and blood to hammer and temper it into every inch of the string. Only then can this zither carry your thoughts and become one with you."
Xiao Lin and Mu You had never heard of such a ridiculous thing before. Using human blood to make a string! What a sinister thing!
The two of them looked at Jiang Yu unconsciously.
But he remained silent for a long time, and finally, after swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he spoke: "It's okay, it's just taking some of my blood. My life is worthless. If it can allow Chiyin to return to his homeland, I will die for it."
As he spoke, Jiang Yu put down the six-stringed guqin he was carrying and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his arms covered with scars.
There is no doubt that he must have gone through unknown hardships along the way.
Later, Chu Mo took out a dagger, slowly walked towards Jiang Yu, and cut his arm open. Blood flowed down his arm to his fingertips and finally into a copper basin.
Besides, Chu Mo would not stand idly by and let Jiang Yu bleed to death.
On the contrary, he stayed by his side to protect him while he was bleeding.
But for some reason, while casting the spell, his brows were tightly furrowed and a little sweat appeared on his temples.
Xiao Lin was so scared that he didn't dare to look and hid behind Mu You.
She only knew that after that, Jiang Yu would come to the store to bleed her every once in a while. He was always waiting, waiting for the last string to be completed.
The pain of bleeding was so excruciating that Jiang Yu slowly closed his eyes.
Chiyin, I'm here to take you home...
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One day, before Jiang Yu came here for bloodletting, Xiao Lin found Chu Mo without permission and chatted with him.
"Boss Chu, is the princess dead?"
"I'll die." Chu Mo wiped the sweat from his palms on his clothes, and then put his hand on Xiao Lin's shoulder, "Don't worry, Qin can make it."
"But after the zither is completed, can the princess's soul really return to her homeland?"
Chu Mo was speechless.
He couldn't say for sure whether Li Chiyin would come back, but there was hope as recorded in ancient books.
Chu Mo knew what Xiao Lin was worried about, so he comforted him: "Don't blame yourself, didn't you see it? The princess's death has nothing to do with you."
"But I couldn't save her..."
Chu Mo said: "No one can save another from suffering. Everything in the world has its own destiny and its own mystery. Although you have reversed a temporary regret, it is difficult to ensure that they will always walk on the predetermined path. For many mortals, being able to make up for a regret is already a great act of kindness, enough to comfort people's hearts."
Chu Mo thought he had appeased Xiao Lin's self-blame, and just as he was about to leave, she held his hands again.
Xiao Lin looked straight into his eyes and changed the subject: "Boss Chu, I've been with you for so long, and I have a question that I still can't find the answer to."
Chu Mo: “…”
Xiao Lin continued, "What have you been through in the past thirty years? Why do you know magic? Who is Lord Jiang? Why are you hiding from the Wang family? Where did these booklets come from? Why is this story so different from your previous two episodes of 'everything is as expected'? Why did things suddenly slip out of your control?"
As Xiao Lin spoke, his fingers trembled.
Last time, Chu Mo just indifferently evaded the question she had the courage to ask. Now, seeing that there were only two stories left, he really had no need to keep it secret.
So she spoke, but without expecting an answer.
However, Chu Mo's Adam's apple rolled, but he smiled: "Why do you insist on knowing my origins?"
"Are you a demon?" Xiao Lin asked boldly.
Chu Mo couldn't help laughing because of her, so he waved his hand and gave up. Then he took out a booklet from his sleeve pocket and handed it to Xiao Lin.
Xiao Lin took the booklet with some doubt, held it in his palm and looked at it carefully.
"Zong Yimian leads a horse-riding bandit official?"
When she read these big words, she knew that this was their next task.
However, it seems that this time, they have no chance to choose.
Before Xiao Lin could ask, Chu Mo spoke first: "The protagonist of this story is an old friend of mine. If you want to know what I went through before, why not ask him?"
Xiao Lin held the booklet in his hands, his eyes unconsciously moving closer to the demonic mole on his eyelid.
After a while, the draft coming from the small door in the backyard suddenly stopped, and a familiar figure suddenly appeared.
"Boss Chu? Today..." Jiang Yu arrived as promised, carrying his Tanqin on his back. But seeing that the two of them had something to discuss, he stood at the door and did not disturb them.
"Here I come." Seeing this, Chu Mo walked around Xiao Lin, straightened his clothes, and walked straight towards Jiang Yu.
As he passed by Jiang Yu, the end of his hair also passed by the sandalwood zither, bringing up a breeze, blowing the strings, playing ancient music, which was gentle and lingering, and finally reached Fu Jue after ten years of spring and autumn.
"Mother, are you serious about what you said?" In a family home, a little child lay on his mother's lap, his eyes full of confusion, and he kept asking questions.
"Yes, if one day when you go out to play, you meet a wandering guqin player carrying a guqin, you should ask him to play a song for you. Listening to his music can ensure you a healthy life." Aili gently pinched her son's nose and teased him.
"Then I'll go find that musician now!"
The child couldn't bear it any longer and turned around and rushed out the door.
Aili was worried about how to take care of her son, but when she saw him going out to play, she was finally able to settle down and focus on the business in the store.
Looking at this garment shop, I found that it had been expanded again and again over the years according to Li Chiyin's wishes, and eventually became the most eye-catching sign in the entire Fujue.
She also became the richest woman in Fujue, was granted a title by Huyan Jun, and was able to enter and leave the palace freely.
However, the reason why she gave up everything for a title was mostly because of her concern for Li Chiyin.
After Jiang Yu left, she guessed that Li Chiyin was afraid that she would be the only one left.
In Aili's memory, three years after she met Li Chiyin that day, she finally took her last breath and passed away in the dead of night.
On the day Huyan Jun announced her death, the people of Fujue burst into tears.
The city was hung in white for seven days, just to guide her and let her still see the light in the dark underground; the long street of wine was just to reward the ghost of the underworld and to entertain her more in the underworld.
Aili sighed and continued to ply the loom. Every time she wove an inch of linen, she thought of Li Chiyin.
The creaking sound of the loom filled her ears, but her mind was filled with the first time she saw Li Chiyin, her beautiful voice, appearance and smile, like Yingchun.
After Li Chiyin passed away, Aili cried for three days, and even her son cried with her.
And in the palace, Hu Yanjun was the same.
But even with her last breath, she was still murmuring about Kui Xi and Jiang Yu - she didn't want to see him until her death.
Yes, she hated him, hated him to the core, and even despised his own flesh and blood.
After that, Huyan Jun got drunk all night and cried secretly for three days in his bedroom where no one was around. At the morning meeting three days later, it was reported among the king and his ministers that his temples had turned white overnight.
But Fujue could not live without a king for a day, and soon he woke up from his grief, buried the emotion deep in his heart, never mentioned it to anyone again, continued to rule Fujue, and continued to prevent war.
Fortunately, the people of Fujue gave all the love they were unable to give to Li Chiyin to her daughter.
Princess Fujue had experienced all the passions in the world since she was a child. Apart from the love of her mother, she had always lived the life that Li Chiyin had dreamed of - free and always staying in her hometown.
Not long ago, when Aili entered the palace, she heard that Huyan Jun had ordered that no ministers were allowed to discuss the little princess's marriage. No matter who she wanted to follow or marry, even if he was just the most humble shepherd in the vast Fujue territory, he only wanted her to be happy and did not ask for any other gains or losses.
Now, he repaid all the debts he had owed her over the years to the child with eyes exactly like hers.
But until the snow falls all over his head and his whole life ends, he is destined not to get her forgiveness.
Yes, he was a complete scoundrel and did not deserve her forgiveness.
After not being lost in memories for long, Aili composed herself and returned to the chores at hand.
"Mother! I found the zither player you mentioned!"
The child's shouting brought Aili's attention back. She was about to scold him - how could it be so easy to find the musician - but she was choked by the figure the child pointed to.
It had been more than ten years since he left, but she could still recognize him just by looking at his shadow.
However, who knows what the young man of the past has experienced, his hair has turned white, and his former handsomeness has disappeared.
Now, he looks like a beggar with dirty face and disheveled hair. The clarity in his eyes has long been replaced by fatigue day after day. But when he looks at her, he still insists on forcing a smile to face his old friend.
The two looked at each other in silence, but everything was expressed without words.
"Uncle, can you play the piano for us?" The child suddenly pulled his sleeve.
"Okay." He answered kindly, "But uncle only has one string left, and he can no longer play beautiful music..."
"It's okay, just let him listen." Aili suddenly said.
He smiled knowingly, walked slowly into the store, set up the guqin, and plucked the last string.
Although this last string is no longer a beautiful song, just listening to the rich string sound makes people feel comfortable.
After fiddling with it for a few times, the child found it boring and slipped out of the store.
Aili wanted to reach out and catch him, but he twisted her body and escaped to the side.
"Let him go. It's hard for a child to listen to music." Jiang Yu just smiled when he saw this, and then put away the guqin.
Ayi Li felt sorry, then scratched her head and changed the subject, asking, "So, where are you going now?"
"Return to Kuixi, I want to return to Kuixi before the string breaks..."
Aili stared at Jiang Yu's lips with her flashing eyes, and a sour feeling rose in her throat and nose.
"Then when you see Chiyin, please say hello to her for me... I've missed her so much over the years..."
"……good."
Then, he disappeared into the thickening fog on the Fujue grassland, carrying a guqin.
No one knows whether he finally returned to Kuixi, and no one knows whether he really brought back Li Chiyin's soul.
He simply disappeared in the long river of time, but his love is immortal.
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