With a gentle exhale, the green leaf produced a melodious sound like a flute.
Click-clack...
Waaah...
The sounds of pebbles hitting stones and green leaves mingled, one sharp and the other low, one piercing and the other gentle.
Two completely different sounds, which, when existing alone, have almost no rhythm, when mixed together, create a strange sense of fusion in everyone's ears.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, listening intently.
It was as if I saw two men who shared life and death, advanced and retreated together, and were ultimately separated by death.
It was both heroic and tragic.
Music can evoke empathy.
At this moment, everyone was immersed in the music, feeling both excited and saddened.
The campfire was still crackling and burning.
The flickering flames reflected the gradually changing emotions on each face.
The atmosphere became somber.
I don't know when, but the music stopped.
Many people immediately focused on Qin Huai's face, and all they could see was calmness.
Shen Yu, Su Huaijun, and Chen Muxi felt a sudden pang of pain in their hearts.
They knew he was a man with a story.
This nameless melody is the untold wound in Qin Huai's heart.
Fortunately, it doesn't sound like it's between a man and a woman.
"Is it alright?" Qin Huai asked with a smile, playing with the leaves.
The group exchanged glances, a bitter feeling welling up inside them.
They now realized that it wasn't that Qin Huai lacked talent, but rather that the gap between them was too great, and he simply wouldn't bother showing off in front of them.
And yet, they, like clowns, jumped around, smug and self-satisfied.
Wang Song asked, still wanting more, "Brother Huai, is that all?"
"Otherwise what?"
"That's way too short!"
Qin Huai chuckled, patted Wang Song on the shoulder, and said, "It's a little short, but don't worry, it'll grow very, very long in the future..."
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