I heard that you are the illegitimate son of Hades?

The two trotted down the street through the night.There are two rows of tall birch forests planted on both sides of the street. There are many fallen leaves under the trees, which are blown by the wind and wander around the street.

It is now almost three o'clock in the middle of the night, everything is sleeping, only the cold wind blows through the streets and alleys, and the neon lights are silently flickering in the night sky.

"Are you sure you are in No. [-] Middle School?" Jiang Han turned his head and asked the people beside him.

Chu Ci was dressed in black long sleeves and trousers, as if hiding in the night."From what I know of her, she's bound to go there," he said.

"Why so sure?"

"Remember the Han 800-mile city I mentioned to you earlier?"

"Yes, I remember, but...does it have anything to do with Baicheng No. [-] Middle School?"

"It doesn't matter much, but it's the key." He laughed. "I went back and looked through the classics to get a general understanding. The layout of the buildings in the Baicheng No. 800 Middle School was directly ground-breaking and modified on the foundation left before. It also inherited The construction method of the [-]-mile city in the Han Dynasty is scattered from the center to the surroundings."

"This is a sign of great evil. That's why I asked you specifically that day, which unqualified Mr. Yin Yang laid the foundation."

"Then... what does it have to do with the Xia Heye you mentioned?" Jiang Han was still a little confused, could it be that Miss Xia Heye came to school here?Or did she think it was Han 800 Li City?

"Because of her soul," Chu Ci glanced at Jiang Han with ulterior motives, "she felt it."

"Which ta?" Chu Ci always liked to play tricks when he spoke, and Jiang Han's head was sticking out.

"You will know when you go."

"Hey, right now... are you going to school?"

"Yes."

"Go, I know there is a place where it is easier to climb over the wall." As he spoke, Jiang Han casually grabbed Chu Ci's right hand and led him to run forward.

They came to the intersection of No. [-] Middle School and ran in a big circle to the iron railing behind the restaurant.All around the school are uniform black iron fences, under which dwarf pine and clover are planted.

"Huh?" Jiang Han searched back and forth four or five times, "Where's the hole just now? It was repaired so quickly?"

Before, Yan Shuo accidentally discovered that a railing behind the restaurant was broken, leaving enough space for a person to come and go freely on the railing.

"When did Baicheng No. [-] Middle School become so efficient? Such a remote location has been repaired within a few days of being broken?"

He felt Chu Ci secretly laughing behind his back, a little embarrassed hehe.

Looking at his back, Chu Ci couldn't help sighing, stepped forward, grabbed Jiang Han's left shoulder, and jumped forward.When the two landed, they were already standing safely on the campus.

"Boss." Jiang Han gave him a thumbs up, and almost forgot that this big brother is a professional window-turner, and it's probably not a problem to climb over the wall by the way.

Chu Ci was successfully amused by the muttering in his heart, why did he always laugh when he was with Jiang Han?Laughing silly.

The sound of the flute came again, melodiously very close to Jiang Han and the others.Looks like it's here.

Chu Ci held Jiang Han's hand tightly, after all the surveillance in the school was almost everywhere.When he came to Mortal Realm today, he didn't bring his human identity, so the surveillance could not capture him.Jiang Han is different from him. He is a living person, so he is so cold that he died hundreds of years ago.

Chu Ci reluctantly used his spiritual power to temporarily cover Jiang Han's aura of life, so that he would not be afraid of being photographed by surveillance cameras and people wandering around the school in the middle of the night.

The source of the flute sound is in the southwest corner, "That's the playground!" Jiang Han said.

The two ran over from the bottom of the dormitory building. Shrubs and magnolias were planted in the flower bed beside the playground. Jiang Han and Chu Ci hid in the bushes together, looking up at the scene of the playground.

At this time, a cloud-shrouded bridge was erected out of thin air above the green turf in the center of the playground, and there was a faint light under the night sky.The whole body of the bridge is milky white, soft and fluffy like cotton candy.

A man is sitting by the bridge.

It was a young woman dressed in white snow.She has waist-length black hair and a simple bun on her head, and she is wearing a plain white Qiru dress.With brows and eyes full, the corners of the mouth are smiling lowly, like a beauty walking out of a painting, with a glance and a smile, it touches the heart.Every gesture is full of carefree and elegant.

Holding a jade flute in her hand, she lowered her head and played a sad tune alone, listening to the extraordinarily desolate and falling.

Yiliu Yang wind exhausted,

You know the heart of a young man.

Green plums are astringent and useless,

Bamboo and horse depend on each other.

Junying concubine was shocked,

He Zuo Yu Tiantian.

The king and his concubine go back,

How difficult is Qingqing.

Yangliuyiyi, the March wind blows away the luxury and luxury in Luoyang City.

When I met you as a teenager, did you know what I felt?

I am your green plum, I don't know where to start with the bitter taste.

You are my bamboo horse, childhood sweetheart Rao bamboo horse, childhood sweetheart guess.

Looking at your distant figure, it changed the life of that year.When you look back, you are still in shock.

When will you come back, I look at the lotus and the lotus leaves, the lotus leaves and He Tiantian?Fish play with lotus leaf south.

When I saw you again, you left me and left alone. I looked at your back in despair and cried alone.

People in the distance, do you still remember midnight?Midnight when I knew you since childhood.When will you know how I feel for you?

The sound of the flute touched the memories of the listeners, and the sadness and desolation hidden in the bottom of their hearts were revealed again, and Jiang Han's eyes slowly slid tears.

I...why am I crying?

Who am I crying for?

He didn't know, many ghost memories reappeared in his bewildered mind, both strange and familiar.

After Chu Ci noticed Jiang Han's vision, he realized that he was secretly wiping tears.

He stretched out his arm to pinch Jiang Han's chin, forcing him to turn his head to meet his gaze.Jiang Han's eyes are beautiful, as delicate as those drawn out.A few tears were shed, and the corners of the eyes were a little panted.

"You...why..." Jiang Han's thoughts were scattered by Chu Ci's action, and he looked straight at Chu Ci.

"Why not," Chu Ci reached out to wipe a teardrop from the corner of his eye, pinched his face, "wipe your tears for you."

Jiang Han's face became hot from this action, and he turned his eyes resentfully, refusing to look at each other.

"What's the matter with you? Why are you crying?" Chu Ci moved his jaw to his side and asked in a low voice.

"No... I don't know." He buried his head in his arms and asked sullenly. "What's the name of this song?"

"Midnight Song."

Chu Ci shifted his gaze to the beauty by the bridge on the playground, and chanted softly:

"Su Xi didn't comb his hair, and the silk hair fell on his shoulders. Wan Shenlang's knees, where is not pitiful."

"Xia Ziye... is also a poor person."

"Why?" Jiang Han raised his head, "Troubled by love?"

His hair was a bit messy, Chu Ci stretched out his hand to help him straighten it, and sighed. "If you can't love it, you can't cherish it if you love it."

"Listen to a story?"

"Okay." Jiang Han moved closer to him, leaned his head on Chu Ci's shoulder, and rubbed it gently as if coquettishly.

"This story starts from the Tang Dynasty."

"The Tang Dynasty was a dynasty in which the people's life was extremely prosperous. There was a rich lady in Xiahou's mansion, whose name was Ziye."

"That's her?"

"Don't interrupt me and listen to me." Chu Ci stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around the person squatting beside him, always feeling so comfortable and soft to hold Jiang Han.

He smiled.

"Xia Ziye, like the heroines in other ancient novels, is proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is also good-looking."

"Unfortunately, no one is perfect."

"No matter how high-grade jade is, there will be flaws."

"Xia Ziye, from birth to death, never said a single word."

"She's a dumb girl."