The woman's expression shifted; she clearly hadn't expected him to understand what she was playing.
Zuan noticed that she was holding a conch-shaped instrument and couldn't help but ask, "Was that what you were playing just now?"
"Mm." The woman nodded.
"Can I borrow it for a moment?" Zuan asked.
"You also understand music?" The woman asked, somewhat surprised.
Zuan chuckled self-deprecatingly: "I know a little bit about every skill that can't make money and is pretty useless."
The woman couldn't help but smile and tossed the instrument to him. Zu An caught it and found that the conch-shaped instrument was quite unique, but the music theory was the same. He was about to bring it to his lips to try and find the various tones of the instrument when he noticed that there was still a trace of the woman's lipstick on it. He hesitated and asked, "Is it okay?"
The woman smiled slightly and nodded gently.
Zuan then put it to his lips and tried it out. Moreover, he had figured out its pronunciation rules, which were very similar to the ocarina in his world.
Because he had just been overcome with homesickness, he subconsciously played a tune called "The Original Scenery of My Hometown." He had studied it diligently in college in his previous life in order to impress girls, but he later realized that no matter how well he played the ocarina with both hands, it couldn't compare to someone who could drive a Ferrari with one hand.
Recalling his past life, Zu'an was momentarily at a loss, unsure whether he was Zhuangzi dreaming of being a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of being Zhuangzi.
When the music ended, the two people in the pavilion remained silent for a long time, each lost in their own thoughts.
It wasn't until the woman opposite him wiped her eyes that Zu An felt much better: "You cried too."
The woman sighed softly: "In this piece of music, I seem to see fields, a sunset, and a farewell. What is the name of this piece?"
“The Original Scenery of My Hometown,” Zu’an replied. “What about your piece?”
"The Silent Sea." The woman picked up her gourd and took a sip of wine. "Would you like some?"
Zuan hesitated for a moment: "I don't have a cup." For some reason, he found it hard to have any impure thoughts in front of this woman, and he became somewhat unlike his usual self.
The woman threw the wine gourd at him, saying, "I don't mind, what are you afraid of?"
Seeing her so carefree, Zu An felt that he was being a bit old-fashioned. He raised his head and took a big gulp, but as soon as he swallowed it, he felt a burning sensation rush to his throat, and his whole body felt like it was about to burn.
He choked so badly his face turned red: "What kind of liquor is this? How can it be so strong?" This liquor was far more potent than the vodka he had drunk in his previous life.
"This wine is called 'Zhaotian Shao,' and it's indeed difficult for most people to handle. I have a somewhat special constitution, so I often drink this wine to warm myself up." The woman took back the wine gourd, took another small sip, and a faint blush appeared on her fair cheeks, clearly enjoying it immensely.
“My name is Zuan, what’s yours?” Zuan asked instinctively.
The woman smiled slightly and gently shook her head: "Life is like this, with more partings than meetings, it's better not to know."
Zuan looked annoyed: "But you already know my name."
The woman replied, "You were the one who said it; I didn't ask you to tell me."
"I feel like I've been taken advantage of," Zuan said, feeling extremely unhappy.
The woman chuckled and said, "You drank my wine, so you can't say you lost out, can you?"
“That’s true,” Zuan said, noticing the rain was gradually stopping. “If we happen to meet again, could you tell me your name next time?”
"I'm afraid we won't have the chance to meet again." The woman shook her head, then her gaze suddenly fell on the bag on his back, her expression extremely strange. "Are you a student at Bright Moon Academy?"
Zu An's heart skipped a beat. Knowing that he had escaped from inside, he said somewhat warily, "Why should I answer you if you won't answer me?"
The woman pointed to his backpack: "Actually, I know even if you don't say it. This is a special backpack from Bright Moon Academy, only students in the academy have it. It should be class time now, why are you here?"
"Including kindergarten, I've been in school for twenty years, and I never want to go to school again in my life," Zu'an said angrily.
"Kindergarten?" A look of confusion flashed in the woman's eyes, clearly not understanding what it was, but she was too lazy to delve into it. She sighed inwardly, thinking to herself, "I'm the same way, so what right do I have to criticize him?"
"Thank you for the wine, I have to go now." Zu'an was still thinking about finding Yu Yanluo, after all, it concerned his lifelong happiness.
"Okay, maybe we really will meet again." A playful look appeared on the woman's lips.
Zu An thought to himself, "I don't believe you for a second. Are all beautiful women born this good at keeping people in suspense?"
He hadn't gone far from the pavilion when a man in black passed by in the distance. The man glanced at him, then quickly returned after a few steps: "Eh, Zu An?"
"Who are you?" The man in front of him had a long scar running from his nose to his right cheek. Zu An noticed the plum blossom symbol on his collar and his heart skipped a beat. He remembered that the Twelve Plum Blossoms also had a similar symbol.
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