Strange World Little Cooking Saint

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The heavy snow has not yet melted, probably because the day is sunny, and at night a full moon hangs high, shining down, and the plain snow of thousands of mountains looks like white clothes.

Wen Heng suddenly became interested in playing the qin, put the guqin on the bench, and played it at night near the lake.

There is no wind in the silent night, only occasional fish swim by under the residual load, with little ripples.

There was a sound of Zheng, which was a little low, like a trembling of a residual lotus unintentionally touched by a fish, and then calmed down; then the fish jumped up from the water again, and the sound of the piano became high and clear. It was a little crisper, and the sound was short, with a little bit of life; the fish returned to the water, and everything returned to calm. I don't know when the wind blew up, and the leaves that pressed the snow were a little heavy. When the snow fell from the leaves, I was pleasantly surprised to find that there was a green bud emerging from the original branch...

Shi Yu was sleeping, but when he heard the sound of the piano, he suddenly woke up.

She opened her eyes, looking at the moonlight coming in from the window, for no reason, she was certain in her heart that the sound of the piano must be played by Wen Heng.

He seemed to be in a good mood, and the sound of the piano was also tinged with life.

Lying on the bed and listening quietly for a while, Shi Yu wanted to go and have a look. It's best to watch him play the piano by his side, but if she goes by, I'm afraid it will spoil his interest.

But what do you want to do?

After tossing and turning several times, Shi Yu decided to close his eyes and let out all his soul.

Now as long as she leaves the room, Wen Heng will probably find out about her. Spirituality is her advantage, and non-illusionists cannot detect where her spirituality is. Wen Heng probably wouldn't notice it either, and he seems to be immersed in the sound of the piano now...

However, for the sake of caution, Shi Yu still put up all his energy, carefully distracted his soul, and slowly approached the water pavilion. Afraid of being overwhelmed, she only took a little time to go there, and the speed was extremely full, just hoping not to disturb Wen Heng.

Shenhun went out, and soon saw the person playing the piano by Linshui. He changed from the meticulous and luxurious robes he usually wore to a rare white dress, and sat leaning on the railing.

His eyes are closed, and his technique is as he pleases, without sticking to one style. The sound of the piano follows his deep thoughts and wanders under the snowy moon.

Shi Yu has never seen him like this before, she has come to the lakeside before she knew it. She wanted to just listen quietly by the side like this, wondering how he was feeling at this moment.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano changed.

If there was only a trace of vitality just now, now it suddenly became flowers blooming and grass growing, withered trees blooming in spring, Shi Yu's mood almost stirred when he heard it.

In the lake in front of her, the snow had not yet melted, but the residual lotus turned green at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the dead branches had become full. After a while, lotus flowers grew out of the water and bloomed slowly.

This……

Shi Yu was dumbfounded.

The lotus in the lake regained its youth, and the green began to spread to the shore, first the grass along the shore, then the bushes, flowers and trees. The plants that withered in winter began to return to their original appearance, like a grand scene in summer.

The Tumi flowers near Shiyu's side also bloomed, white flowers, one after another, hanging down around Shiyu, exuding this fragrance that is repulsive and tempting to pursue unconsciously.

At this time, the wind suddenly picked up. Shi Yu felt himself and the petals being blown up by the wind and falling towards the middle of the lake. And on the lake, I don't know when it was foggy.

The milky white mist floats quietly on the lake, clinging to the water, flowing with the wind, like clouds and smoke.

Shi Yu also turned into fog, and she felt that she was getting closer to Wen Heng.

Now she can see his appearance from the front, and see his calm appearance with his eyes closed.

The phase is born from the heart, and the piano is born from the feeling. There is vitality in his heart, so everything around him will also be revived.

He is not a reclusive and independent person. Others think he is difficult to get in touch with, and thinks he is superior.

Feeling that it is too tiring to keep looking up at him with his head up, he simply enshrines him on a high place.

In fact, he is just lonely.

It may be that I have been alone for too long, and I no longer like dealing with others. I care more about my heart and like to do whatever I want.

Wen Heng.

Shi Yu stared at him quietly, and suddenly wanted to touch his cheek, wanting to tell him that it doesn't matter if you don't have friends, but I will be the friend who will fight side by side with you in the future.

Probably Wan Feng knew her heart, and unexpectedly pushed her forward with a blow, and Shi Yu was sent to the railing lightly like this.

At this time, she was only one step away from Wen Heng.

just one step away...

Shi Yu wanted to work harder and approach him.

But at this moment, Wen Heng's expression suddenly changed, and the sound of the piano suddenly became violent. The original growth of all things and the wind and drizzle suddenly turned into a squall, despair and darkness began to permeate, the surrounding blooming flowers quickly turned into mud, and the deadly silence became more and more intense.

With a bang, the three strings broke suddenly, and the golden silk thread cut through his fingers, and the deadly silence just now came to an abrupt end, and the tyrannical atmosphere around him slowly dissipated, and this silent night returned to tranquility .

Tick tock, blood dripped on the Qin board.

A touch of purple gold, very eye-catching.

Wen Heng slowly opened his eyes, he looked at the palm, his gaze was dead silent.

Shi Yu couldn't describe that feeling, it was like she entered the Necromancer World for the first time and felt no vitality in it, depressed to the point of despair.

Why does he have such eyes?

Shouldn't he be a life of glory, always walking in front of everyone?

Wen Heng raised his eyes suddenly, Shi Yu saw that he was looking at her, and couldn't help but froze all over, not daring to make any more movements.

Unexpectedly, Wen Heng just moved his hand in her direction, and the cloud of mist rushed towards him.

Shi Yu felt his fingers brushing across her face, and then heard him chuckle, You guys also understand the piano?

He seemed to simply want to talk.

Flowers can bloom again, grass can be green again, why can't time go back to the past. I keep walking, getting farther and farther away from them, how can I save them.

It is said that becoming an immortal can bring time back, but why are you stopping me!

Shi Yu's hairs stood on end immediately, and she felt a sharp killing intent.

Fortunately, Wen Heng is not a person who vents his anger at will, and he didn't transfer his frustration to other things, otherwise Shi Yu's soul would be crushed.

But Shi Yu wanted to do something, she wanted to comfort him, to make him not so sad.

It just so happened that one of the flowers that had just flown in was slowly drifting down. She carefully blew on the petals, and the pale pink petals fell on his palm.

She saw that after seeing this flower, Wen Heng's expression gradually eased, and his eyes became gentle.

Tumi, mother's favorite flower.

At this moment, Shi Yu realized very clearly.

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