The clear, pure, almost empty flute sound, the melodious song of Forget Worry, soothing the emptiness and loneliness deep within her heart, erasing the root of her pain and desolation. It was as if she had returned to those countless lonely days and nights, eternal and empty. But her heart was no longer as peaceful as before.
Qiqing opened his eyes, and the light in them flowed like the Milky Way, then vanished in an instant, returning to a dead silence. Qiqing reached out and touched his chest. For some reason, he felt a little depressed and uncomfortable.
The moonlight was like water, clear and cool. The figure beneath the moon, clad in white, stood gracefully, blending into the cool moonlight. It seemed as if she would ride the moon away in the next second, without a trace of attachment to the human world. It was so cold and indifferent.
The flute player, upon hearing the door behind him open, paused for a moment, then slowly lowered the flute. Turning, he looked at the pretty figure approaching from the doorway, his expression calm.
Qiqing looked at Yu Wuchen for a long time, and sighed in the wind: You are finally here.
Yu Wuchen quietly looked at the girl lying on the bed. Her face was pale and bloodless. She was like cool jade, exquisitely carved, but silent.
Just like what he saw the first time he entered the Jade Gate more than a decade ago, Xiao Bao took two more steps forward curiously, his mouth hanging open in surprise for a long time before he came to his senses: "Brother Yu, is this the person you're looking for? The one from the Jade Gate?"
Since the last time he went to Mount Qi, Xiaobao had been staying with Yu Wuchen. His parents were dead, and even the entire village was dead. Xiaobao was left homeless.
Yu Wuchen didn't accept, but he didn't refuse either. Xiaobao followed him all the way down Mount Qishan. Yu Wuchen said very little along the way, and certainly didn't tell Xiaobao what he was going to do. But Xiaobao was very clever. He kept chattering along the way. He guessed that Yu Wuchen was looking for someone, and even guessed that it was someone from the Jade Stone Sect.
In fact, Xiaobao's parents had also secretly discussed at home whether there were immortals in the Jade Gate on Mount Qi. Immortals? Xiaobao was shocked by the girl in front of him. He was a little suspicious. Was this the old immortal with white beard in the storybooks told by his father and mother? This was clearly an immortal sister like Brother Yu.
"Brother Yu, is this the sister you are looking for?" Xiaobao turned sideways and looked up and asked again.
Yu Wuchen responded softly: "Hmm"
From day to night, and from night to dawn, Yu Wuchen's flute playing never stopped, and Xiaobao didn't even complain of being hungry or tired. The two of them, one big and one small, just stayed by Qiqing's side.
When Qiqing opened her eyes, she was met with a pair of large, dark eyes. Xiaobao, holding his chin, was stunned for a few seconds before jumping up happily: "Wow... Sister is finally awake."
As if afraid that Yu Wuchen couldn't see, she reached out and pulled Yu Wuhen's sleeve: "Brother Yu, sister is awake."
Yu Wuchen put down the jade flute in his hand and looked at Qiqing. Qiqing also moved his gaze away from Xiaobao, passed by the jade flute in Yu Wuchen's hand, and fell on Yu Wuchen's face.
Qiqing's mind was blank. He didn't know why he was here, nor did he know who these two people, one big and one small, were guarding his bed.
But the clear and melodious sound of the flute that never stops even in dreams is a familiar feeling engraved deep in the soul.
"You guys..." Qiqing was interrupted by Xiaobao before she could finish her words.
Xiao Bao excitedly introduced himself, "Hello, sister. My name is Xiao Bao." He also introduced Yu Wuchen beside him, "This is Brother Yu. Before on Mount Qi, it was Brother Yu who was guarding you outside the Jade Stone Gate and playing the flute for you."
Xiaobao was still young and didn't understand why Qiqing was inside the Jade Gate. He also didn't understand why Brother Yu was always guarding outside the Jade Gate. Xiaobao was too young and didn't understand many things.
But this does not prevent Xiaobao, who has lost all his relatives, from treating Yu Wuchen and Qiqing, who had been living in Mount Qi, as his own family and closest people.
Qiqing's expression was a little slow, and he blinked, "I... I am Qiqing." Perhaps the expression on Xiaobao's face was too vivid and bright, and Qiqing's misty eyes were unconsciously filled with a bit of smartness.
"Xiaobao, go ask the waiter to bring some food." Xiaobao wanted to say something else, but when he heard Yu Wuchen's cold voice, he immediately patted his head and said, "Oh, I almost forgot. Sister Qiqing has slept for so long, she must be hungry. I'll go get some food."
Xiaobao took the purse from Yu Wuchen and ran away happily. Qiqing looked at Yu Wuchen and felt very kind in his heart. He said, "Yu..."
"Yu Wuchen," Yu Wuchen continued.
Qi Qing smiled sweetly, "Yu Wuchen, are you taking me back to Mount Qi?" She seemed to think of something and hesitated. Seeing that Yu Wuchen didn't answer, she continued, "Can you accompany me to find my parents?"
Yu Wuchen's cold eyes flickered slightly. He looked at Qi Qing who was looking up at him for a while and said, "Where should we look for him?"
Qi Qing, who had thought Yu Wuchen disagreed and felt a little disappointed, felt relieved when she heard the words. However, she was still a little confused. She could no longer remember anything and didn't even know why she wanted to find her parents or where to find them.
Qi Qing was in a very low mood: "I don't know, I just remember that I was looking for my parents."
"good"
"Sister Qiqing, look, that tree looks so strange." "Hmm"
"Sister Qiqing, look at these flowers over here. They are all different colors. Let's go play for a while."
"good"
"Sister Qiqing, Xiaobao made a wreath for you."
"Thank you, Xiaobao," Qiqing said cheerfully.
"Brother Yu, look, isn't Sister Qiqing pretty?" Xiaobao shouted at Yu Wuchen.
Xiaobao was extremely happy. Although he had followed Brother Yu down from Qishan before, Brother Yu treated him very well, buying him food and not complaining that he ate too much. He kept chattering, but Brother Yu didn't blame him for talking too much.
But even if he said ten sentences, Brother Yu wouldn't respond to even a single one, and Xiaobao felt a little lonely. But now it was different. Sister Qiqing was beautiful and willing to play with him. No matter what he said or did, Sister Qiqing was willing to accompany him.
Xiaobao also became more talkative, gradually got over the grief of losing his loved ones, and became the happy child he used to be.
Qiqing straightened up, holding the wreath on her head with both hands, she looked at Yu Wuchen with a frown and asked, "Yu Wuchen, look, is the wreath Xiaobao made for me beautiful?" On the green grass, beside the stream, the purple-clothed girl smiled sweetly, like sunshine reflecting on snow, attracting everyone's attention.
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