[Sword Three] Baili Maple

The big bad guy is gone.

It has been several days since the Huachao Festival ended, and Hua Ling finally confirmed the matter.

The little girl has been looking for him for three days, and she has searched almost the entire Wanhua, every tree, every cave, cliff, and all kinds of places, but it is just like before when she insisted on him playing with her. Like hide and seek, every time he hides, she won't be able to find him unless he shows himself.

Qu Mo also accompanied Hua Ling to search for three days.Several times, she wanted to persuade Ah Ling to give up and stop looking, but when she saw the little girl biting her lips and tearing up, she couldn't say anything.

"Xiaohualing~Aling~Little Linger~"

Behind them came the voice that they had been familiar with for the past few days. The young man's clear tone was always smiling, and he called Hua Ling's name tirelessly.Qu Mo turned and glared at him impatiently.

This guy, A Ling obviously doesn't want to talk to him, but is it annoying to follow them all the time?

"Don't call me that!" The little girl turned around, gritted her teeth again and emphasized, "Also, you are not allowed to follow me anymore!"

The boy in apricot yellow clothes scratched his head, spread his hands helplessly and said, "I can't help it, if I don't call you that, you just ignore me."

Seeing that the sun was about to go down again, and there was still no gain for the whole day, the little girl was feeling sad and full of grievances that she couldn't vent, but the guy in front of her still had an expression of inexplicable laughter, which made the little girl feel very sad. A little bit of the urge to shake his face with ink.

Hua Ling hates him, very much.

The little girl stubbornly believed that it must be his appearance that caused the big villain to disappear.And these days, he still calls her name with the same voice as the villain, making Hua Ling think that the villain has returned several times, but every time he looks back, it is still this guy's face.

Will the big bad guy never show up again?

Every time this idea just popped up, the little girl shook her head desperately, telling herself over and over again not to think like that.

But somewhere in her heart there was a voice that contradicted her over and over again.This makes Hua Ling sometimes feel that she has two selves.

This kind of state is very wrong, the little girl who has already accomplished a lot in medicine knows it without her senior brother telling her.

If the big villain was really just a figment of his own imagination, then because he saw him in reality, the phantom disappeared... It is very reasonable.

Hua Ling was a little discouraged, but she was not reconciled.Even though she actually agreed with this point of view, she still didn't want to believe it.

"Hey, Ah Ling told you not to follow me, don't you understand the official language?"

The little girl from the Five Immortals Sect stood in front of the young man with her waist inserted, and beside her were two spirit snakes, one green and one white, staring at him, threatening him with a posture of attacking at any moment.

The Tibetan sword boy looked at the small but imposing little girl in front of him, and at the two very spiritual snakes beside him, he curled his lips and said, "Okay, I won't follow, but Mr. Pei asked me to give it to you." Xiaoling..."

Seeing the little girl in black clothes widen her eyes again, the boy gave a "tsk" impatiently, and reluctantly changed his words, "Mr. Pei asked me to tell Ah Ling that it's time to go out of the valley tomorrow."

Hua Ling was startled, then bit her lip and bowed her head silently.

Originally, her senior brother had agreed to let her go out of the valley last month, but she changed her mind and stayed for a few more days to join in the excitement of the Huachao Festival, but she didn't expect that it was just these few days that caused the big villain to disappear...

If she went out of the valley tomorrow, would it be true that she would never see him again?

The little girl wanted to cry again.

***

Ye Feng is a branch of the Ye family. He grew up in the Hidden Sword Villa. He has been very smart since he was a child. He is quite talented in kendo, which is valued by several village owners. Years of tossing around didn't smooth out his flamboyant temper.

This time back to Wanhua Valley, he was actually just on a whim. In Chang'an, he heard a few people from the rivers and lakes talking about Wanhua's Flower Festival, and for some reason, he suddenly remembered six years ago when he first stepped into the rivers and lakes. The little guy who was in the middle of the night was curious and wanted to see how she was doing now.

But I didn't expect that there would be these twists and turns in the middle.From Hua Ling's senior brother, he learned about the little girl's repeated illnesses over the years, and also learned about the hallucinations that the little girl imagined about himself.All these made the young man who had never cared about what others thought suddenly feel a little overwhelmed.

Judging from the little girl's performance these days, he probably guessed what happened. In fact, he was also quite wronged. Hostile by the little guy.Beside him was another little girl from Miaojiang who was staring at her, one with red eyes sniffing pitifully, the other glaring at him angrily with her hips akimbo, as if he had bullied the little girl.

He is a dignified disciple of Cangjian Villa, who has always been known as "a gentleman is like the wind, he can hide the sword in the West Lake", but this time he became a villain for no reason. They were all a bit unkind, and tried to comfort the little guy patiently, but he was treated coldly. After a few days of patience, his young master's temper finally came up, and he didn't care about it!

Sure enough, regardless of age, girls have a lot to do!

Deciding to leave Wanhua Valley early in the morning, the boy tossed and turned for most of the night in Wanhua's house specially used for entertaining guests. Hair decided to go for a walk.

The Wanhua Valley at night is very quiet, and you can meet a few Wanhua disciples on patrol after a while on the road. Because of the troubles of the past few days, many Wanhua disciples are already familiar with him, and they are not wary of him, they just simply ask After a few words, I learned that the boy couldn't sleep at night and came out for a walk, so he kindly pointed him in the direction of Qingrihai, suggesting that he can enjoy the wonders of the sea of ​​flowers at night.

He had heard before that Qingrihai had a different style at night, and since it was rare to come to the Valley of Flowers, he should have a look, so he walked slowly in the direction of Huahai.

In the sea of ​​flowers in spring, a hundred flowers are in full bloom. Although you can’t see the colorful flowers at night, the refreshing fragrance of flowers floating in the air is enough to make you intoxicated. Looking from a distance, the large flower fields with fluorescent lights are reflected against the background of the night. Looking at the clear pool water, it is as brilliant as the Milky Way in the sky.

The young man was shocked by this spectacle and was stunned for a long time.

But at this time, amidst the indistinct chirping of insects, he suddenly heard a few strange noises, and he froze for a while.

The sound was intermittent and very incoherent. After listening to it for a while, it looked like an out-of-tune tune. It was very familiar, but the timbre was also awkward and weird.The boy raised his eyebrows unconsciously, and walked towards the direction of the sound with his arms folded.

It was a highland far away from the Qingrihai Sea, and it could not be seen clearly at night, but it could be seen that it was a very huge ancient tree.Under the tree, sat a small figure.

The figure seemed to have noticed that someone was coming, so he quickly got up from the ground and looked towards him. Even in the dark night, he could still see the astonishingly bright eyes staring at him.

"Hua Ling?"

The boy narrowed his eyes.

Hearing his words, the little girl's eyes dimmed instantly, and the little figure sat back slowly like a deflated rubber ball.Hua Ling ignored him, and lowered her head to blow the leaves in her hands.

Seeing that the little girl still reacted so indifferently, the boy curled his lips secretly, and was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly found that the melody stopped, and then a very low sobbing sound came over.

The young man scratched his head, then looked back at the huddled little figure, looked up at the sky impatiently, and turned around.

……

Hua Ling actually didn't want to cry, she endured it for several days, even though her eyes were red, she still held back her tears.She had nightmares for many days in a row, and every time she woke up from the dream, she wanted to cry.At this time in the past, the big villain would play the flute for her, and she would no longer have nightmares.

She has already decided to go out of the valley tomorrow. The big villain said before that it's okay to cry a lot, as long as you continue to work hard to do what you should do after crying, that's enough, just like the girl he always missed.

So when she found out that the guy who appeared in front of her was not a big villain, Hua Ling finally couldn't bear it anymore and let her tears keep falling.

She told herself that when she finished crying, she would cheer up tomorrow. She had always dreamed that one day she would be able to travel out of the valley, use her medical skills to relieve the suffering of the epidemic, and be able to help the world like her brothers and sisters.

Even if the villain is gone, she still has to live a good life and grow up hard.

While sobbing, the little girl repeatedly told herself that when she finished crying, she had to seriously apologize to the person in front of her.

Hua Ling is not such an unreasonable and willful little girl, she knows that what she has done these days is very wrong.

The little girl suddenly heard a very familiar tune, she stopped crying suddenly, and looked up in surprise, her big eyes washed by tears were as bright as the twinkling stars in the night sky.

At some point, the young man was sitting under the tree on the other side of her, his posture was just like the one in her memory, with one leg stretched out and the other half bent, lazily.

He held a leaf in one hand to his lips, half covered the other hand, and closed his eyes slightly, the melodious and familiar melody just drifted away.

Hua Ling hugged her knees and listened quietly, forgetting to continue crying.

The author has something to say: Well, the big villain does not disappear so easily, and things are not so simple... If it is just imagination, how can Hua Ling imagine a person who can play the flute and leaves like the real Ye Feng? It is just an illusion How could the big villains save her the last few times——

However, I always feel that the writing is super depressing and bland, and the journal seems to have no passion _(:з」∠)_, as expected, I am still not very good at all kinds of plots, and the character creation is also a bit thin