Chapter 22 022 Holding Hands
Song Chi and Mo Feiyun sat facing each other. She was still incredibly puzzled, even though she had just specifically reminded Mo Feiyun to watch the chance encounter between Immortal Master Mo Shubai and Cui Xueruo.
The boy glanced at them, bowed to the immortal masters, and tossed the spirit stones to the boatman.
They didn't seem to care at all! Maybe they were just pretending.
This kid has always had a silent face, and he rarely changes his expression.
But after the small boat swam on the lake for a while, Mo Feiyun showed no change whatsoever. Even when another round of fireworks was set off by the lake, he pointed to the thousands of red plum blossoms bursting into bloom in the sky and said, "Those are the fireworks we often set off during festivals at Shuquan Blessed Land."
Mo Feiyun was from the prestigious Mo family in the southeastern Shuquan region.
Song Chi looked up at the magnificent clusters of fireworks high above, which resembled real plum blossoms blooming and scattered petals, and nodded.
But you, how can you still be in the mood to watch fireworks? You should be feeling sad.
Cui Xue Ruo is very brave in pursuing Immortal Master Mo Shu Bai.
However, by this point, Song Chi had completely lost faith in what emotions she could possibly evoke. Her mind was as serene as a moonlit spring, and she even felt a touch of joy thanks to the festive atmosphere.
There was no other way, so he decided to enjoy this rare moment of leisure. Song Chi took out his zither.
Amidst the myriad lights, dazzling fireworks, and bustling crowds, she briefly recalled her past life, and thus first played "Dream of Jiangnan."
The melody is gentle and pleasant to listen to, with a touch of nostalgia. To put it another way, this might be the most emotional performance she has ever given.
As the song ended, Mo Feiyun asked again, "Junior Sister Song has not returned for three years. Have you missed the sights and sounds of your hometown?"
Song Chi smiled. Her thoughts might be a bit far-fetched; it involved crossing time and space.
Next, she played a cheerful little tune. Then, the melody shifted, and she casually began playing that sweet little tune.
When the melody began, Mo Feiyun's eyes darkened and then seemed to soften considerably.
It turns out that he prefers this peaceful and sweet tone.
Song Chi satisfied him and played twice. The second time, Mo Feiyun knew to harmonize with his flute. His flute playing was clear and expressive, and his technique was quite good.
Song Chi was a little jealous of his overflowing emotions. She usually only sensed the tranquility and elegance in the music; otherwise, she would only ruthlessly follow the technique.
As the music ended, Mo Feiyun held the bamboo flute in his hand, his expression very gentle.
"Junior Sister Song, what is the name of this piece?"
Song Chi blurted out, “The 'Hehuan'! This piece is called He... uh!”
She immediately heard the boatman ahead let out an uncontrollable laugh, and the young girl serving him was also covering her mouth and laughing.
She immediately remembered the meaning of the two characters "合欢" (hehuan, meaning "harmony"). Thinking of the sweet sentiment in the song, which evoked the image of a joyous wedding night, she was completely captivated.
Before her, Mo Feiyun's fair cheeks flushed a mesmerizing red at a visible speed.
He seemed unsure where to look.
Song Chi: "..." That really is just a song title, brother, don't overthink it. It's not some kind of love song.
On the second floor of Meiying Pavilion, Shen Wenyan couldn't help but chuckle.
He noticed that the young girl, Cui Xue Ruo, had forgotten to peek at Brother Shu Bai and was busy watching the lake and eating melons. Eating melons was a new and trendy phrase these days.
Upon hearing the words "Hehuan" (合欢), Cui Xueruo couldn't help but choke on her drink. She probably had never seen such a direct declaration of love.
However, it was clear that Song Chi wasn't expressing her feelings so passionately, because after she finished speaking, her face twitched, her eyes closed slightly, and she looked as if she had quietly died.
This makes it even more amusing and pitiful.
Cui Xue Ruo laughed silently, her fingers trembling, her eyes filled with tears, unable to hold back her laughter.
Even Brother Shubai couldn't help but chuckle softly and drank two cups of wine.
"Let's go for a walk on the shore." It was Mo Jia's kid who knew how to ease the awkwardness.
The two immediately paid the fare and flew to the nearby lake shore.
That area was entirely covered in plum blossoms, with only the paths within the groves adorned with plum blossom lanterns.
At this moment, snowflakes began to fall again from the night sky, and the cold wind whistled through the plum grove, blowing thousands of plum petals down like raindrops onto passersby.
The young man from the Mo family elegantly dispersed the cold wind with his spiritual energy, not wanting the chill to affect the beautiful woman beside him in the slightest.
However, when a larger, more intense gust of plum blossoms accompanied by snowflakes blew by, the boy's spiritual power that blocked the cold wind suddenly stopped.
Then, as the petals swept over the two of them, the boy suddenly moved his hand slightly and grasped the hand of the girl beside him.
"Wow!" Cui Xueruo exclaimed sweetly and in surprise in a small voice.
In fact, many onlookers couldn't help but exchange knowing smiles. The beautiful music had already attracted the attention of many men and women nearby. Now, seeing this young couple finally holding hands, they couldn't help but smile tenderly, offering their blessings. Many of them had similarly beautiful and sweet memories.
However, the so-called "holding hands in mutual affection" is clearly a misconception.
Shen Wenyan keenly noticed that the moment Song Chi's hand was taken, she froze as if she had been whipped, and then her little hand instinctively pulled back.
But the young Mo family member was quite something; he gripped her hand even tighter. His gaze, which he had previously avoided out of shyness, now met the tender, affectionate gaze of the person beside him under the plum blossom lamplight.
Song Chi, the little girl, was clearly not expecting this at all. Her mouth was slightly open, and for a moment her mind seemed to be frozen, completely stunned in the wind.
So, she invited the sixth member of the Mo family to stroll through the lantern festival, but dared not hope to win his affections?
Shen Wenyan shook his head with a smile. Then, in the next instant, he realized something was wrong.
This time, however, his junior brother Ye Qingyu actually dared to use the Ye family's secret treasure. Even he and Brother Shubai were unable to stop him in time.
The Mo family brat was clearly caught up in the moment and forgot to activate his defensive treasures.
Then all that could be heard was a violent roar.
"If you want to be deeply in love with him, it depends on whether I agree or not."
Then, the figure in purple was suddenly snatched away from Mo Feiyun. Ye Qingyu, that little rascal, grabbed her hand with a dark face and flew up into the sky above the plum grove.
Song Chi, the young girl, was clearly taken aback. She glanced at the hand Ye Qingyu was holding, then at Mo Feiyun in the plum grove.
My face was twitching badly, and I turned around and started cursing.
"Ye Qingyu, have you gone mad?"
Ye Qingyu's already furrowed brow turned even darker.
"Don't you have a heart? Our childhood friendship is not even worth as much as Mo Feiyun."
"What childhood sweetheart relationship? Screw you! Who ever had any childhood sweetheart relationship with you!"
Song Chi, this little girl... how could she speak like that... but it still made Shen Wenyan chuckle softly.
Ye Qingyu was even angrier now, and he immediately frowned and grinned maliciously. "I don't care whether you admit it or not, the first time I saw you on the wall four years ago. Humph! I never intended to let you escape my grasp."
"Let me tell you, Song Chi! I won't allow you to be intimate with any man other than me! Otherwise, I'll kill them."
Shen Wenyan sighed, rubbing his forehead. He couldn't understand how his junior brother could say such things.
But a group of young girls covered their mouths and exclaimed, "Wow!" saying something like, "He's so affectionate." Shen Wenyan was speechless.
Clearly, Song Chi wasn't buying it. Her face turned red with anger, and she threw a punch with all her might.
"Let her go!"
A cold shout came from behind Ye Qingyu, and Mo Feiyun unleashed a sword strike with pure, ethereal energy.
Caught between two attacks, Ye Qingyu, perhaps fearing for Song Chi's safety, pushed her aside, thus avoiding the sword strike.
Mo Feiyun was actually just feinting, taking the opportunity to grab Song Chi's hand and pull him behind her back.
Ye Qingyu shifted his form and turned around, and upon seeing this scene, he was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
"You wretched woman, you even hid behind him. Are you trying to drive me crazy?"
"You come here right now!"
This roar made Cui Xueruo completely forget everything else, and she laughed so hard her shoulders shook as she leaned over her desk.
Shen Wenyan's face twitched, speechless for a moment. How could this junior brother say such things?
Song Chi was so angry that several strands of her hair stood on end. Her only reaction was to hold a pipa in her arms.
"Senior Brother Mo, hit him!"
Mo Feiyun gripped the green sword and stood before her, his killing intent directed at Ye Qingyu, but his spiritual power secretly protected Song Chi behind him.
Given Song Chi's spiritual root aptitude and her willow-like figure, her delicate purple attire indeed made her appear quite frail.
Although Shen Wenyan considered the child's musical talent to be quite advanced, her aptitude was limited, meaning she likely wouldn't be able to exert much of her strength in this battle.
It might even become a useful tool for Ye Qingyu to restrain Mo Feiyun.
Without Song Chi, Mo Feiyun and Ye Qingyu are roughly equal in strength and talent. Mo Feiyun also has the advantage of using a sword, so Ye Qingyu would probably be no match for him.
"bass!"
But as Song Chi played the zither, a murderous intent suddenly spread through the cold night, like a biting wind, causing a chill to rise inexplicably from Shen Wenyan's back.
This is a new song. He thought the child would most likely choose a familiar golden spirit power tune for the battle.
Unexpectedly, with a casual wave of her hand, she not only played a new melody, but the killing intent was so intense that even he, a Golden Core cultivator, could sense it. This was the result of incorporating her own spiritual power, and the moment the melody began, it triggered the mysterious killing intent scattered in the air.
Seeing that Mo Shubai across from him had suddenly scattered his treasures and begun clearing the area, Shen Wenyan silently offered his assistance.
"Oh, is this the piece?" High in the sky, Ye Qingyu heard the music and couldn't help but let out a meaningful, cold laugh.
"Alright, Song Chi, let me tell you what that mysterious secret you've been trying so hard to grasp is!"
Then his pipa began to play, and it was the same tune all at once. And it was obvious that this kid had mastered it more skillfully, and the mysterious energy he drew upon was more effortless. The killing intent, like snow falling on a cold night, suddenly dissipated from his body.
A note from the author:
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This chapter will be available for purchase this Tuesday. There will be another chapter tomorrow at noon, followed by a long 15,000-word chapter at midnight. I'm just worried it might be too long... [Three-colored cat emoji]
P.S.: "Hehuan" is the poem by Master Guan Dazhou, it's very beautiful.
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