The staff quickly brought a purple bamboo flute. It was slender and finely crafted. It was indeed a top-quality hole flute, but it was much inferior to the jasper flute that Gu Sui often used when he was in the demon world.

Gu Sui sighed softly in his heart, he didn't want to be too aggressive at first, he just wanted to film in peace and stability, and achieve the goal required by the mission step by step.But someone pushed the flames and bullied him, and he didn't want to swallow his anger.The bamboo flute was held between his lips, Gu Sui paused for a moment, and the clear and clear flute sound poured out from the young man's lips like water.

Different from the previous pipa's fighting spirit, the sound of the flute is gentle and quiet, illusory and illusory, as if pouring out some kind of endless love, and it is transmitted.

Chen Guang thought that he knew a lot about famous ancient songs, but he had never heard this song.

The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.The sound of the flute is peaceful and rich at first, bringing people into the ancient times with bright lights.In front of me is the first moon night in the prosperous age, with brilliant smoke and bustling crowds.At that time, it seemed to be a meeting, and there was such a moment of joy, like a flower quietly blooming in a spring night.

Gradually, the joy is followed by peace.

Farewell peacefully, sentimental calmly, miss peacefully.

24 On a moonlit night at the bridge, where can the jade man teach me how to play the flute?When the lights dimmed and people were tired and cold, there was only one person sitting alone under the moon, playing with the jade flute.But although Xiaosheng is sad, he is sad but not hurt. Even when he is in lovesickness, he is still slightly happy, because he still has someone to think about.

Gu Sui closed his eyes unconsciously, every time he played this piece, there always seemed to be a figure in front of him.The man was wearing a long gown with wide sleeves, his body was as white as snow, his back was cold and lonely, and he held a seven-foot sword.

But who?He never remembers.

He only knew that whenever he asked his friends, they were unwilling to tell him.Gu Sui knew that he seemed to have forgotten a lot of things, including a very important person, but no one told him, and no one wanted him to ask. As time passed, he gradually stopped asking.When he got the bamboo flute, Gu Sui wanted to play this piece.This song was composed by Han Xiangzi for the Dragon Girl of the East China Sea. The Dragon Girl was punished as a maid for ten thousand years because she stole a sacred bamboo and gave it to Han Xiangzi, and the two separated from then on.

It was also at that time that Gu Sui saw from Han Xiangzi that life and separation were more painful than death.

He often listens to Han Xiangzi playing this flute, and he will get used to it after a long time.When Han Xiangzi played the flute, he was thinking of the dragon girl, but he didn't know who he was thinking of when he played the flute.

Long-term lovesickness is long-term lovesickness, short-term lovesickness is infinite, his lovesickness is to give you a person who does not know whether it exists or not, so it is more ethereal, like clouds, water and mist, as if you can know it is illusory after a little exploration.

When the sound of the flute stopped, it was like water flowing between the stones. Many people didn't know whether there was still clear water on the wet-stained stones.The lingering sound has not been broken, and it has been ringing in everyone's mind.The so-called music, what moves people the most is not the music itself, but the story and the person that people think of when they hear the music.

Wu Sheng looked at the young man's still young and gentle eyes, and suddenly felt a little empty in his heart.He was just a little-known little actor before, and he was naive at that time, and he confessed foolishly when he saw someone he liked.However, people don't care about him at all.As a result, not long after Gu Sui rejected him, he heard the scandal between Gu Sui and their artist director, and his heart became cold.

He hated Gu Sui for being the kind of person who would commit himself to others for the sake of fame, and even more hated that he himself was not famous.

In order to be able to climb up, in order to be popular, he dares to do anything and can do it.When a variety show realized that he had the talent to activate the atmosphere, he resolutely changed careers and became a host.

When they met again, he was the popular host, but Gu Sui had already passed away and became a vase to decorate beside.He wanted to humiliate him, and even more to humiliate himself who would have liked this kind of person before.

However, now he feels that something has changed faintly.Gu Sui is still Gu Sui, he is still the young actor who was cold-eyed when we first met, unwilling to toast the investor, who dared to pour red wine on the neckline of the man who wanted to molest him, he is still bright and clean, clean and flawless.

How can a person who can play this kind of flute be willing to be dirty?

Wu Sheng didn't know how embarrassed his face was, and Chen Guang finished the rest of the sentence for him.At the end of the show, he still felt that the tender but sad Xiao music was still in his ears.

Some viewers had tears on their faces, probably thinking of the person in their hearts who fell in love but had to part.

Don't be sad, let's say goodbye, don't be happy, let's get to know each other new, and the love of children from ancient to modern times.

The author has something to say about Mr. Yan Xunsui, admit it, you miss me.

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