Proudly follow your heart
Chapter 34
The fog on Fuluan Mountain is still there, and there was only a gleam of white sky just now, and now the sky is bright. The carriage slowly drove down the mountain, and people began to see people on the road. When they saw Xiao Hu who was driving in front, they all called out "Master Tiger" ".
Xiao Hu nodded to them, and the carriage passed by, leaving the townspeople to look at the carriage with curious and awe-inspiring eyes. Everyone knew that since Xiao Hu drove the carriage himself, the only person in the carriage was the owner of Wulou.
"Lord Jun is back!" Someone put down the pole in his hand.
"I just look forward to this day every year!" More than one common people rushed forward.
"No, Lord Jun is back, so today..."
"Not bad, every year today..."
There were people talking at the back of the carriage, their voices were loud, Nangong Cangao could hear them even sitting in the carriage, Jun Zhanran stopped talking half an hour ago, closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep, but as long as he If you look at him still sitting upright, you will know that he is still awake.
"Lord, we're here." Finally, the carriage stopped at the foot of the mountain, Xiao Hu got out of the carriage, and said cautiously.
Jun Zhanran hummed, opened his eyes, saw Nangong Cang Ao, and seemed to realize that he was still in the car, "Why are you following me to Wulou?"
"I want to see how you pay homage to your old friend." Nangong Cangao got out of the car and carried him out of the car. Immediately, someone pushed a wheelchair. Jun Zhan sat still and didn't ask any more questions, as if he was gone. The mood to communicate with people.
The atmosphere changed from then on. Xiao Hu didn't speak, and the people who carried Jun Zhanran's wheelchair up the mountain didn't say a word. Jun Zhanran didn't even move his expression. No one cared whether Nangong Cangao was going or not. Keep.
The journey up the mountain is short but not short, long but not long. On this journey, Jun Zhanran remained silent. The bushes he encountered on the way stretched out branches and leaves, scraping his clothes, but he never noticed it. His eyes were far away. Overlooking, the top of Fuluan Mountain was shrouded in mist, and that layer of mist shrouded the top of the mountain, and seemed to shroud his brows.
On the top of the mountain, in the Wutao Pavilion, a lyre has been placed quietly. The white gauze in the pavilion is fluttering, and the clouds and mist are misty under the feet. The Wutao Pavilion seems to be built out of thin air.
Jun Zhanran was sitting in the pavilion right now, with plain clothes and black hair, and a face carved out of jade, leaving only sternness and a slight hint of gloom.
Nangong Cangao still remembered the first time he saw Jun Zhanran, it was in this Wutao Pavilion, and it was also this white gauze, but the people in the pavilion did not have such expressions.
At that time, he was proud and indifferent, with a lofty posture, as if everyone in front of him was at his feet, and when he sneered, his face was strange, and he asked him if he dared to drink that cup of residual tea, with slightly raised eyebrows, and full of sharpness intimidating...
But now, he is sitting in the Wutao Pavilion, looking at the sea of fog under his feet for a long time, without saying a word, as if his whole body is melted into the air, never existed, one person and one piano, only the sound of the wind is left. A few strands of black hair brushed past his ears, but the gloomy look on his face became more and more intense.
The other people who belonged to Wulou seemed to have gotten used to it a long time ago, and retreated one after another, leaving only Xiao Hu standing far outside the pavilion, bowing and waiting.
In the daytime, the sun finally shone in through the flying veil, and Jun Zhanran finally moved his hand.
A ray of zither sound pierced through the sky with the morning glow. Nangong Cangao traveled to many places and heard the qin sound played by the palace qin master, but it was the first time that he felt that he heard the heart of the qin player.
The sound of the zither dissipated with the water vapor and spread from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain. On this day of the year, the people in the town could hear the sound of the zither from the mountain when they passed by the foot of the mountain.
The sound of the piano is indescribable, whether it is sadness or joy, but if there is nothing, it touches people's hearts, as if there is a string connected to your heartstrings, and a light pluck will cause ripples in your heart.
Jun Zhanran's eyes were still looking at the distance, his hands seemed to have their own consciousness, brushing over the strings, he didn't seem to care about the sound of the piano, a pair of indifferent eyes went straight forward, as if from the sky. Seeing something that others couldn't see, was recalled again, and his brows were furrowed.
Nangong Cang Ao couldn't help but wonder if he remembered that old man, if he was recalling the past that belonged to them...
The sky is high, the clouds are wide, the piano player gradually speeds up the movements of his hands, and the sound of the piano becomes sharper, as if a piece of his heart has been torn apart, and the drop of blood drips. There are tears in the blood, unwillingness, and anger. There is a decision.
Jun Zhanran gritted his teeth tightly, looked into the distance, his eyes were gloomy, his gloomy look was like dark clouds, his face was covered with haze, the sound of the piano became louder and louder, more and more urgent, like a rainstorm, and finally, the strings trembled extremely , stopped abruptly at the highest point.
At the moment when the strings were about to crack, Jun Zhanran withdrew his hand, and all the sounds stopped, as if even the wind had quieted down, leaving only emptiness in the air.
With the sound of the zither holding their breath, they were able to exhale slowly, Xiao Hu lowered his head, but still did not step forward, but Nangong Cang Ao walked towards the pavilion, and was stopped by Xiao Hu.
"Eagle Commander..." He shook his head at him, the host doesn't like to be disturbed by others at this moment.
"No problem." Avoiding Xiao Hu, Nangong Cangao walked in, met a pair of terrifying eyes, Jun Zhanran gave him a cold look, Nangong Cangao did not back away, but walked up.
The sharpness in Jun Zhanran's eyes gradually faded, he turned his eyes away, and looked into the distance silently, his expression had a kind of deep melancholy, even the summer sun could not dispel the gloomy look on his body, he sat down There, silently looking in an unknown direction, never speaking.
The Wutao Pavilion was very quiet, so quiet that it was suffocating. Xiao Hu took a deep breath, looked inside, and sighed deeply again.
In the pavilion, Jun Zhanran relaxed his straight back for the first time, and just sat in the wheelchair without saying anything or moving anything, just sitting like that, Nangong Cangao walked up to him, folded his arms Erli didn't speak, just looked into the distance together with him.
In front of their eyes, the red sun hangs high, the clouds and smoke are shrouded, and time seems to have stood still.
Xiao Hu nodded to them, and the carriage passed by, leaving the townspeople to look at the carriage with curious and awe-inspiring eyes. Everyone knew that since Xiao Hu drove the carriage himself, the only person in the carriage was the owner of Wulou.
"Lord Jun is back!" Someone put down the pole in his hand.
"I just look forward to this day every year!" More than one common people rushed forward.
"No, Lord Jun is back, so today..."
"Not bad, every year today..."
There were people talking at the back of the carriage, their voices were loud, Nangong Cangao could hear them even sitting in the carriage, Jun Zhanran stopped talking half an hour ago, closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep, but as long as he If you look at him still sitting upright, you will know that he is still awake.
"Lord, we're here." Finally, the carriage stopped at the foot of the mountain, Xiao Hu got out of the carriage, and said cautiously.
Jun Zhanran hummed, opened his eyes, saw Nangong Cang Ao, and seemed to realize that he was still in the car, "Why are you following me to Wulou?"
"I want to see how you pay homage to your old friend." Nangong Cangao got out of the car and carried him out of the car. Immediately, someone pushed a wheelchair. Jun Zhan sat still and didn't ask any more questions, as if he was gone. The mood to communicate with people.
The atmosphere changed from then on. Xiao Hu didn't speak, and the people who carried Jun Zhanran's wheelchair up the mountain didn't say a word. Jun Zhanran didn't even move his expression. No one cared whether Nangong Cangao was going or not. Keep.
The journey up the mountain is short but not short, long but not long. On this journey, Jun Zhanran remained silent. The bushes he encountered on the way stretched out branches and leaves, scraping his clothes, but he never noticed it. His eyes were far away. Overlooking, the top of Fuluan Mountain was shrouded in mist, and that layer of mist shrouded the top of the mountain, and seemed to shroud his brows.
On the top of the mountain, in the Wutao Pavilion, a lyre has been placed quietly. The white gauze in the pavilion is fluttering, and the clouds and mist are misty under the feet. The Wutao Pavilion seems to be built out of thin air.
Jun Zhanran was sitting in the pavilion right now, with plain clothes and black hair, and a face carved out of jade, leaving only sternness and a slight hint of gloom.
Nangong Cangao still remembered the first time he saw Jun Zhanran, it was in this Wutao Pavilion, and it was also this white gauze, but the people in the pavilion did not have such expressions.
At that time, he was proud and indifferent, with a lofty posture, as if everyone in front of him was at his feet, and when he sneered, his face was strange, and he asked him if he dared to drink that cup of residual tea, with slightly raised eyebrows, and full of sharpness intimidating...
But now, he is sitting in the Wutao Pavilion, looking at the sea of fog under his feet for a long time, without saying a word, as if his whole body is melted into the air, never existed, one person and one piano, only the sound of the wind is left. A few strands of black hair brushed past his ears, but the gloomy look on his face became more and more intense.
The other people who belonged to Wulou seemed to have gotten used to it a long time ago, and retreated one after another, leaving only Xiao Hu standing far outside the pavilion, bowing and waiting.
In the daytime, the sun finally shone in through the flying veil, and Jun Zhanran finally moved his hand.
A ray of zither sound pierced through the sky with the morning glow. Nangong Cangao traveled to many places and heard the qin sound played by the palace qin master, but it was the first time that he felt that he heard the heart of the qin player.
The sound of the zither dissipated with the water vapor and spread from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain. On this day of the year, the people in the town could hear the sound of the zither from the mountain when they passed by the foot of the mountain.
The sound of the piano is indescribable, whether it is sadness or joy, but if there is nothing, it touches people's hearts, as if there is a string connected to your heartstrings, and a light pluck will cause ripples in your heart.
Jun Zhanran's eyes were still looking at the distance, his hands seemed to have their own consciousness, brushing over the strings, he didn't seem to care about the sound of the piano, a pair of indifferent eyes went straight forward, as if from the sky. Seeing something that others couldn't see, was recalled again, and his brows were furrowed.
Nangong Cang Ao couldn't help but wonder if he remembered that old man, if he was recalling the past that belonged to them...
The sky is high, the clouds are wide, the piano player gradually speeds up the movements of his hands, and the sound of the piano becomes sharper, as if a piece of his heart has been torn apart, and the drop of blood drips. There are tears in the blood, unwillingness, and anger. There is a decision.
Jun Zhanran gritted his teeth tightly, looked into the distance, his eyes were gloomy, his gloomy look was like dark clouds, his face was covered with haze, the sound of the piano became louder and louder, more and more urgent, like a rainstorm, and finally, the strings trembled extremely , stopped abruptly at the highest point.
At the moment when the strings were about to crack, Jun Zhanran withdrew his hand, and all the sounds stopped, as if even the wind had quieted down, leaving only emptiness in the air.
With the sound of the zither holding their breath, they were able to exhale slowly, Xiao Hu lowered his head, but still did not step forward, but Nangong Cang Ao walked towards the pavilion, and was stopped by Xiao Hu.
"Eagle Commander..." He shook his head at him, the host doesn't like to be disturbed by others at this moment.
"No problem." Avoiding Xiao Hu, Nangong Cangao walked in, met a pair of terrifying eyes, Jun Zhanran gave him a cold look, Nangong Cangao did not back away, but walked up.
The sharpness in Jun Zhanran's eyes gradually faded, he turned his eyes away, and looked into the distance silently, his expression had a kind of deep melancholy, even the summer sun could not dispel the gloomy look on his body, he sat down There, silently looking in an unknown direction, never speaking.
The Wutao Pavilion was very quiet, so quiet that it was suffocating. Xiao Hu took a deep breath, looked inside, and sighed deeply again.
In the pavilion, Jun Zhanran relaxed his straight back for the first time, and just sat in the wheelchair without saying anything or moving anything, just sitting like that, Nangong Cangao walked up to him, folded his arms Erli didn't speak, just looked into the distance together with him.
In front of their eyes, the red sun hangs high, the clouds and smoke are shrouded, and time seems to have stood still.
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