.Do you really want to give it to him? But that is something you have come into contact with, and if you give it to him, will it be regarded as...

In a panic, she shouted softly again, "I...I'm taking it."

The eyes were all looking at Hua Shuirou, most of them were surprised and puzzled. Because... what an obvious hint of a woman giving a man a jade flute.

Could it be that Miss Hua's actually...

Ye Wuchen bent the corner of his mouth, then moved forward, and soon walked to Hua Shuirou. At this time, Hua Shuirou had a short jade flute in her hand, which was crystal clear and small, and her soft hands were as bright as snow, and she looked a little more crystal clear as a short jade flute.

As Ye Wuchen approached, a strange manly aura that made her dizzy came to her face, making Hua Shuirou even more afraid to raise her head. She lowered her head and trembled her arms to lift the jade short flute. Ye Wuchen took it with a smile, and his right hand naturally touched her smooth palms. Hua Shuirou's hands were retracted like electric shock, and then held them tightly between her knees, with her face blushing as powder. In her memory, this was the first time that her hands were touched by her relatives. For this woman with an extremely conservative personality, this was enough to make her sleep uneasy tonight.

"The beauty's legacy, Wuchen will never forget it." Ye Wuchen smiled. He turned around and walked to the field. At the same time, he played with the jade short flute in his hand and said softly: "The jade is clear, like the skin of a daughter, gentle and soft jade, and the girl's lips still has the fragrance, but Wuchen is abrupt."

Such provocative words made everyone present dumbfounded, and Hua Shuirou even "moaned" and buried her head deeply in her chest, so embarrassed that she wanted to escape immediately.

Lin Xiao's face changed again and again, and the faint smile on his face had already completely deformed. The woman who fell in love with and had an engagement with him actually gave his jade flute to a man in full view... and it was a man who was better than him in all aspects. This was completely equivalent to stabbing him hard in his heart again. He wanted to roar loudly to vent.

"Short flute, don't you regret it?" Long Yin asked.

Although the long flute and short flute are basically the same, the short flute is obviously not as good as the long flute in terms of sound quality. It is difficult for those who are used to using long flutes to adapt to short flutes in a short time, and vice versa.

Ye Wuchen nodded and smiled and said, "This song... is played for myself."

Play for yourself - Lin Xiao and Ye Wuchen, one song is the deceased mother, one song is for yourself. One is the long flute and the other is the short flute. Play for the deceased mother, his filial piety will first be infected by three points and play for himself, which is relatively dull. Whether it is the feeling that it gives people at the beginning or the flute used, Ye Wuchen has all been at a disadvantage.

Ye Wuchen gently pressed the jade flute on his lips, and a faint and pleasant fragrance slowly escaping into his nose. Hua Shuirou covered her face, her face was so hot that it was scary. Because only her lips had touched it there, but now... she dared not think about it. For this girl who has been staying at the boudoir for many years, has never been alone with a man except her father, and has a blank relationship, this has even touched her psychological endurance. In her heart, such "intimate" contact can only be done between husband and wife.

Tonight, she shouldn't be able to fall asleep peacefully.

However, after waiting for a long time, no sound of the flute was released. Ye Wuchen stood there quietly, like a weathered fossil. Finally, his eyes closed gently, and at this moment, people suddenly felt that his temperament had changed dramatically in an instant, and even the surrounding aura had changed significantly. In the brief silence, a faint sense of depression arose from their hearts, and it became more and more intense, until it suppressed them so hard that they could hardly breathe, and their chests were pressed on a heavy iron plate.

The sad emotions cannot be stopped...

A note was blown gently, very lightly, as if it was a breeze. However, this light note clearly entered everyone's ears, and the whole square became audible in an instant... Even the whole world seemed to become quiet at this moment, without any noise, only the lingering sound of that note lingered in the ears and did not dissipate for a long time.

Another short and slight note, everyone felt that their heart was slightly knocked, shaking slightly in silence.

The rhythm of the notes finally began to accelerate slowly, and the trembling inside their hearts also accelerated, until the notes finally became a piece of them, forming a heartbreaking music. The sound of the flute was still so light, as if a breeze could completely blow it away, but everyone in the field could hear it so clearly, because the sound of the flute did not seem to ring in his ears, but slowly came from the deepest part of his heart, making them afraid of making a slight sound, for fear of interrupting it.

In the bright sky, the desolate wind, a grass quietly reveals its head and looks at the world. Its appearance carries too much joy and too much hope. In the warmth, the grass gradually grows up, showing off its newness and vitality to the world, but the wind... is still desolate, and from time to time, it will tremble quietly in the wind.

One day, the sky suddenly became dark clouds, and the dark clouds were filled with a heavy and terrifying pressure, which made people breathless. Finally, a thunder sounded, and a ferocious thunder and lightning cut open the clouds. The heavy rain poured down, and the strong wind blew up, ruthlessly destroying the tender grass. In the disaster-like blow, it did not fall, but still looked proudly at the sky, standing upright, no matter how the wind whistled and how ruthless the rain was, it gritted its teeth, because it could not fall.

People's hearts slowly tighten and hurt.

After a night of wind and rain, it became extremely weak, but did not fall down in the end, but faced the sky and made a gesture of victory.

However, its disaster was far from over such an end, but had just begun. It continued to grow slowly until one day, a more violent storm hit, and it still used all its strength to support its tender body, without fear of enduring it, the resister...

Ye Wuchen's eyes felt a little wet, but it immediately dissipated. In his vague memory, he saw his vague childhood. He saw that he, who was only three years old, gritted his teeth tightly. Because he used too much force, even a slight blood oozing out between his teeth. His expression was so distorted and his body trembled so violently. Because he endured that kind of pain at that time, he had endured that kind of pain, which was thousands or ten thousand times more painful than stabbing his body with a knife... But in the face of such pain, he did not make a sound, because he had to bear everything, he could not let his mother know, he could not make his mother worry, and he could not fall down... because he was waiting for the hope that had been waiting for too long.

Mom...Who are you? Where are you now? Why was I so dependent on you at that time? These two words made me feel so warm inside, so warm that I wanted to cry.

And what is that hope? Why can’t you see no matter how hard you try?

Why did I endure such pain once a month? Is it the same as the time half a month ago? No! It’s different, not only the feeling is completely different, but the pain at that time is much more painful than half a month ago.

Then, what kind of past do I have?

who I am?

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