Chapter 434 Hu Shanxiang 25
"Let me make it clear first, this is strong liquor." Zhu Zhanji's hand holding the wine was still suspended in the air, with a teasing look on his face. "Can you drink it?"
"You invited me to dinner, and I have nothing to repay you. It's still early, would you like to hear me play a tune?"
Hu Shanxiang brushed off the crumbs on her hands, stood up, and took Zhu Zhanji's shoulder as she stepped onto the stone. Before he could react, she bent down, reached out, grabbed the wine bag, and drank it all down.
“Good wine!”
Her hair crown fell in this wild movement, and her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, dancing freely in the fierce wind on the mountaintop. She opened her arms, and her white Taoist robe rustled, as if in harmony with the wind.
At this time, everything was silent. Zhu Zhanji looked up at the woman on the stone, and it seemed as if he and the other two were the only ones in the world.
It’s not a good day today. It’s gloomy and it looks like it’s going to rain.
Hu Shanxiang sniffed the slightly damp scent at the tip of her nose and looked at the gray sky rolling in the sky. For some reason, her heart, which had been struggling with what song to play, inexplicably calmed down.
Hu Shanxiang took the bamboo flute from her waist, stroked it for a while, and finally put it to her lips.
Woo——
A very low sound suddenly rang out from his ears. Zhu Zhanji, who thought he would hear a cheerful tune, suddenly stopped smiling.
Hu Shanxiang was in no mood to pay attention and was just immersed in the sound of the flute.
The melodious tune is clearly cheerful, yet it inexplicably makes one feel tense. It's like even the most perfect ending, whose arrival at the end always makes those who have accompanied the journey, and those who have silently watched, feel deeply moved.
The hero has achieved success and fame but has never been heard of again, the youth has never been wasted but can never be regained, and the fame and honor that will last forever is only left to future generations to sing and pass on.
Although I have no regrets, I still feel regretful.
He is the person in the song, and also the person listening to the song.
Zhu Zhanji's mind kept flashing back to the countless achievements and the countless bones that lay on the ground over the years, from his grandfather, the Prince of Yan, to the present day, the Crown Prince...
He is now eighteen years old, in the prime of his life. However, he has often felt exhausted along the way.
What about her, the one who played such a flute, what had she been through? What was she thinking at this moment?
Zhu Zhanji suddenly felt that what he was facing was not a clear but deep spring, but an endless and vast ocean.
From beginning to end, he never saw her clearly.
The flute's sound gradually stretched out, becoming faint and elusive, leading him to believe that the piece had come to an end. But suddenly, in a split second, a sudden, high-pitched shift in pitch struck him hard in the heart.
Hu Shanxiang's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened: she jumped into the world, the dazzling golden light reflected brilliant colors in her eyes, she was so high-spirited, and there was no longer that sad but gentle look.
At this moment, the world is in her eyes.
Her heart was beating vigorously, and the figures of old friends kept appearing before her eyes: Liu Sanhao, Qian Feiyan, Zhan Xiaorong, Zhen Huan, Cao Qinmo, Nian Xiwen, Xue Yuan, Wang Zhi, Yihuan, Rui Ji, Ban Tian, Zhang Zhen and Zhang Mi, Yu Kezi and... Liu Ao.
She has experienced so much love, hate, and passion in her many lives, and not everything has been perfect. Even a happy ending is not without its own regrets. Unfortunately, one can never turn back, and the old people can only be left behind.
Their story is also my story. Their story has ended, but mine has just begun.
It is always better to start and end well.
Woo——
The noisy wind never stops for a moment, but the music will eventually stop.
Neither of them spoke, and all the sweet words and sincere analyses that Zhu Zhanji had prepared disappeared into thin air.
He was proud all his life and stood above the common people too early. He thought he had experienced the world, so he touched his chest and smiled bitterly again and again. It turned out that he also had doubts about who he was not worthy of.
"Have you gained any enlightenment after listening to my music?"
Hu Shanxiang sat cross-legged on a rock, took a long swig of liquor, and looked down at him with a smile. Zhu Zhanji turned his head away without saying a word, raised his sleeve to quickly wipe his eyes, snatched the wine bag from her hand, and took a sip as well.
The strong liquor burned his heart as it entered his throat. He opened his mouth, but out of his thin lips came out harsh words: "You should become a Taoist priest."
The girl seemed to take it seriously, her eyes and eyebrows lit up with a smile. She clenched her fists and bowed to him, "Really? Then will you build a temple for me?"
"How about when I become emperor, I can build you a golden statue. I can also give you the title of Jade Maiden Miaoyin Yuanjun and place you next to Jiming Temple so you can also receive royal worship. Is that okay?"
Zhu Zhanji saw that the more he spoke, the brighter her eyes, like autumn water, became. The clear blue sky only reflected his angry and resentful face, and he felt unbearable.
He simply leaned against the rock and stopped looking at her.
This person cannot be kept by force.
For the first time, Zhu Zhanji realized this so clearly. Regardless of her background or abilities, he could not keep her just because of her.
I exhaled deeply from my lungs, hating myself for being the kind of person who refused to turn back even after hitting a wall.
"Shall we go back?"
Turning his head, he smiled again, stretched out his left hand, and repeated: "Let's go back?"
"You haven't told me what you heard in my music just now?"
"...a lot." Zhu Zhanji didn't retract his hand, maintaining this movement, his voice gradually becoming hoarse. "I remembered a lot, but the sun is out. The only thing I remember is probably the biggest debt of my life."
"Jingnan?"
"...Yes and no." His arm was beginning to ache, but he stared at the scar on his left index finger, remembering the nightmares he'd been having for years. "I once was able to save a wronged soul from a murder committed by my grandfather... She died. I couldn't save her, and I couldn't save anyone else."
The man's smile was uglier than crying.
"...Zhu Zhanji."
The man looked at her in a trance, but saw that the man had disheveled hair and was dressed in white. In his tearful eyes, for a moment he thought he was dead and she was wearing mourning for him.
Just as he was finding his own absurd idea laughable, he saw the girl suddenly stretch out her left hand to hold his right hand. Where their index fingers intersected, there were two inexplicably similar scars.
His eyes suddenly widened, and he stared in shock at the ever-shifting cloud. He slightly bent his proud neck and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of his index finger.
"I came here for you..."
It seems like a sigh or a complaint, like a dream or an illusion.
Fireworks suddenly exploded from his spine, and it seemed as if he was tightly entangled by vines. A strong sense of destiny had never been so clear in his mind.
"You are? You are... that girl! You are that girl! You are not dead... not dead..."
Zhu Zhanji took her left hand in his backhand, pulled her from the stone into his arms, and finally said the words that had been weighing on his heart as he tossed and turned in his dreams at midnight:
"sorry."
Hu Shanxiang hugged him back for the first time.
Ups and downs, ups and downs, life... is just like this.
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