Chapter 451 Silver Needle
Hearing this, Lin Yangyang couldn't help but quiet down.
She and Lin Zhiqing stared at the flute player's face.
The flute player's fingers moved again.
Lin Yangyang was a little excited, but Lin Zhiqing was relatively calm and only looked at the flute player's face.
But half an incense stick of time passed quickly, and there was still no expression on the flute player's face.
"What's going on? Sister Qing, this can't be a coincidence..." As soon as Lin Yangyang finished speaking, the flute player's face suddenly twitched.
Lin Zhiqing widened his eyes and observed carefully.
No!
Not a twitch!
His facial muscles worked together to produce some expressions, but because he was so thin, those expressions were a bit ferocious, so they looked like they were twitching.
Lin Zhiqing moved closer. Seeing this, Lin Yangyang hurriedly took a few steps forward to protect Lin Zhiqing.
Lin Zhiqing didn't move, just staring at the flute player's face.
His brow bone kept rising!
In addition, the muscles around the eyes are also expanding outwards.
Not only that, his chest began to heave violently, and his whole body kept shrinking backwards, and the chair almost fell backwards.
Lin Yangyang held onto the chair, feeling a little anxious. "Sister Qing, what's going on? He's really horrible like this."
fear?
Lin Zhiqing had seen some patients before, and their cases were much more horrific than this one.
She only saw anger from the flute player's performance!
Angry, why angry?
Is Daliang really the hometown of the flute player?
wrong.
His body fell back in a defensive posture.
With anger and defensiveness, Lin Zhiqing's brows relaxed in an instant!
She understood!
She took a deep breath and spoke again:
"You are from Dasheng, and your home is in the frontier?"
After saying this, seeing that the flute player was still in a state of alert and anger, Lin Zhiqing took out the jade flute and played a very soothing tune.
The rise and fall of the flute player's chest gradually slowed down with the sound of the flute.
Lin Yangyang felt a little more relaxed.
Seeing this, Lin Zhiqing continued to speak and repeated what he had just said:
"Your home is in Dasheng, on the frontier, where there are soaring geese, flames of war, and lonely smoke."
As he spoke, Lin Zhiqing gently pricked the flute player with the silver needle in his hand.
When Lin Yangyang saw this, her heart suddenly tightened.
She was afraid that the flute player would get hurt and run away.
Fortunately, Lin Zhiqing used some method to comfort the flute player, and the flute player looked very calm.
Lin Zhiqing's perspective is naturally different from Lin Yangyang's.
The reason why she pricked the flute player with a silver needle was to intensify the flute player's sense of immersion.
The Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion must have put in a lot of effort to allow Liu Mang to control the flute player.
Based on Lin Zhiqing's observations these days, beatings and scoldings were the least of his worries. The flute player must have suffered a lot of torture.
The stimulation of the silver needles can make the flute player feel more involved and think about the past.
Sure enough, a strange expression soon appeared on the flute player's face.
That was a smile.
The reason why it is strange is that the smile is very stiff.
Because this kind of expression hasn't appeared on the flute player's face for a long time.
So when he did it again, he was very unfamiliar with it.
Just as Lin Zhiqing and Lin Yangyang were watching intently, the flute player's throat moved, as if he was about to speak.
However, when he opened his mouth, only a sound similar to a roar came out.
Lin Yangyang was puzzled.
Lin Zhiqing observed for a while, then walked to the stone table beside him and poured a glass of water.
She dipped her handkerchief in water and gently wiped the flute player's lips.
With the nourishment of water, the flute player's throat moved, and the sound became clearer:
"Father, father, mother, dog..."
"Father, mother, dog?" Lin Yangyang repeated the flute player's words.
Lin Zhiqing said patiently, "Your father is an extremely admirable man, and your mother dotes on you."
Having said that, the flute player's emotions have become very stable.
Lin Zhiqing breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time felt a little excited.
After keeping an eye on the flute player for so long, we are finally making some progress.
The flute player is now in a state of dreaming.
However, his dream was a picture created by combining his own memories and Lin Zhiqing's words.
This kind of dream is freer and has no restrictions.
Lin Zhiqing explores from the perspective of an observer rather than a guide.
This is different from the previous dreams in which Liu Mang plotted against Lin Zhiqing and the others, or Lin Zhiqing plotted against other people.
The flute player's current state is no different from a dream, so Lin Zhiqing's descriptions are rather general.
If the scene she described deviated from reality, the people in the dream would notice it and the dream would collapse.
So Lin Zhiqing was very careful.
She thought of what the flute player had said just now and spoke softly again:
"Father has returned from his outing, and Mother is playing and chatting with you. You will soon have dinner together."
"At your feet lies a dog."
"Sister Qing..." Lin Yangyang's expression suddenly changed: "No, he's not right!"
Lin Zhiqing noticed it as soon as he finished speaking.
The flute player raised the corners of his eyes and narrowed them slightly.
wrong!
This raises questions about the scene described by Lin Zhiqing.
Lin Zhiqing took a deep breath and spoke again:
"No, there's no dog."
Hearing this, the flute player's brows relaxed.
Lin Zhiqing breathed a sigh of relief. It was indeed the dog's problem.
She calmed herself down, continued speaking, and described it again:
"Your father has returned from his trip, and your mother is preparing dinner. The three of you are a very happy family..."
The more Lin Zhiqing spoke, the deeper his frown deepened.
Because she noticed that the flute player's brow was getting deeper and deeper.
No, this is absolutely wrong!
What went wrong?
Lin Zhiqing grabbed Lin Yangyang and took several steps back.
Then, without hesitation, she played the flute.
The sound of the flute resounded throughout the yard. Lin Yangyang swallowed, still feeling a little nervous.
Because she found that the flute player didn't seem to calm down, but became more and more...angry?
Lin Yangyang couldn't describe the feeling.
Lin Zhiqing's flute music became more and more urgent and full of oppression, and it no longer had the soothing and gentle feeling it had at the beginning.
The next moment, the flute player suddenly stood up.
He seemed to have realized that everything that had just happened was just a dream, or perhaps he was confused and actually looked down at his hands?
Lin Zhiqing's eyes widened slightly. Did the flute player actually have his own posture?
Although he would normally make some minor reactions, those were physical reactions and were uncontrollable.
But now, just like in the lobby of Dali Temple, he seemed to have his own controllable consciousness.
Lin Zhiqing acted decisively and changed his playing method.
The flute sound gradually became calmer, as if matching the flute player's movements.
Lin Yangyang didn't dare to move, for fear of disturbing Lin Zhiqing.
The volume of Lin Zhiqing's flute music gradually grew louder and more melodious.
She clearly felt that the flute player had an inexplicable connection with the flute sound.
She didn't dare to relax at all, and the flute music continued for a long time.
I don’t know how long it took, but the flute player actually took a slow step forward!
Lin Zhiqing was delighted.
Done!
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