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Chapter 196 I Hope You Can Be Happy (Thanks to Zhang Lili)
At that time, a gust of wind passed by, and a few light clouds covered the moon, and the shadow of the moon on the ground darkened, and the clear light suddenly faded.

Chang Qianfo looked at Mu Dianke's embarrassed expression, and unconsciously raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, and said, "It's fine just blowing the air like this."

The two sat in silence for a while.

Chang Qianfo said: "When I was young, I often sat with Su Yi in the courtyard of the Hesheng Hall to look at the stars. Grandpa taught us to recognize the stars in the sky, the Big Dipper, the Altair, and the Taibai Star."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed: "Look, that's Taibai."

Mu Dian looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a few stars scattered in the dark sky, and the star in the center was bright and clear, which was the Taibai star.

The clouds dispersed and the moon rose, and the watery moonlight fell down again, shining on the faces of the two of them with a soft halo.

Mu Dianke asked: "Su Yi, is that your sister?"

Chang Qianfo smiled and said: "Yes, Su Yi is five years younger than me, and is 15 years old this year, exactly two years younger than you."

Mu Dian was puzzled and said, "How do you know how old I am?"

But I felt that the question was superfluous.Chang Jiabao has always been well informed, and Chang Qianfo wanted to know about her, so he asked someone to check and everything would be clear.

Chang Qianfo smiled and said nothing.

Mu Dian made him look a little embarrassed, so he said again: "I heard that the eldest lady of Changjiabao is an expert in researching incense and pharmaceuticals, so she is so young?"

Chang Qianfo smiled and said: "Su Yi doesn't like acupuncture and moxibustion, but likes to work with medicinal herbs. She is talented in studying pharmacology, and her mind is also dedicated, so she can go deeper. When it comes to Yanxiang Pharmaceutical, I am not as good as her .”

Mu Dian could see Chang Qianfo's soft eyes and joyful expression when he mentioned his sister, and couldn't help but envy this little girl whom he had never met before, and said softly, "You must love your sister very much, right?"

Chang Qianfo smiled and said: "Which elder brother in the world doesn't love his younger sister? Su Yi and I grew up without parents by our side, so naturally we should love her more."

After a pause, he said, "Actually, Mr. Mu also loves you very much."

If he didn't love her, how could he worry that Jin Yanchen would treat her badly and want to take her away when his life was at stake.

Putting aside the matter of telling the truth in front of Mu Cangping, Mu Zijian did not treat her badly.Those doting and pampering in childhood are also true.

Mu Dianke whispered: "I know."

Chang Qianfo raised his hand to wrap Mu Dianke's hair, which was blown tousled by the night wind, behind his ear.

The calloused fingers touched the pinna, and Mu Dianke's heart shuddered at the warm touch, and a light pink rouge color appeared at the root of the ear.

Subconsciously, he leaned back, his expression a little cramped.

Chang Qianfo realized her uneasiness, and moved his hand away, with a bit of embarrassment in his expression: "Sorry, I... can't help it for a while."

It's okay not to say anything, but Mu Dian blushed even more when he said it.

It was silent for a while again.

Chang Qianfo asked, "Can you play the flute?"

Mu Dian nodded.

Although temperament cannot be mastered in every way, it is related after all.She learned qin when she was young, and later she came to Mobei, where she learned huqin and zither, and it was very easy to get started.There are also some flutes.

Chang Qianfo said: "Just wait for me."

He got up and went back to the house quickly, and took a bitter bamboo flute.The flute is exquisite in workmanship, the holes are carefully chiseled and rounded, and it is polished smooth, so you can tell it is a good thing at a glance.

Mu Dian was a little puzzled, he didn't see Chang Qianfo carrying a flute with him all the way.

Chang Qianfo explained: "When I went downstairs to make medicine, I met a merchant in the musical instrument business and bought this flute from him. If you like it, I will give it to you."

Mu Dianke said: "You always give me things."

Chang Qianfo smiled and said, "Just take it as a gift in return. I like the bookmark you gave me very much."

Mu Dian blushed again for no reason, bowed his head and tried to play the flute twice. The sound of the flute was clear and clear, and the tone was excellent.

Then the flute played in a low voice.

Subconsciously played a border country ballad called "Thinking of Hometown".It is about a wanderer who left home when he was young, and returned to his hometown after going through untold hardships. At this time, his parents, relatives and friends are not there. The wanderer stands in a vast tomb, looking around blankly, with no relatives.The lyrics are:

Thinking of my hometown, my hometown is far away.

Looking for hometown, hometown has long mountains and rivers.

I mourn my hometown, and I can't go back to my hometown.

Looking at my hometown, where is my hometown?
The melody is sad and desolate, and she is told by the flute, as if she was deeply saddened.

Chang Qianfo quietly watched her play the flute with lowered eyebrows, a sharp pain in his heart slowly spread.His eyes were deep and dark, full of pity.

Joy is the voice of the heart.

What Mu Dian can brag about is the pain of homesickness that has been suppressed in her heart for many years and no one has spoken about it. It is the loneliness and hesitation of wandering alone with no branches to rely on.

Once the heart is opened, the chest is surging like a tide, and it doesn't stop.

The tune is sad and miserable, and the higher it gets, the higher it gets, which has a very sad meaning.

At this moment, Mu Dian was aware of it himself, he collected his mind, and was about to tune in, when he suddenly felt that his hand was empty, and Chang Qianfo stretched out his hand to snatch the flute, and then began to play the tune she hadn't finished playing. .

The sound of the flute was melodious and melodious, changing from the sad and miserable one just now, it sounded like a sense of open-mindedness and freedom.

If the dark night dissipates, tomorrow will come out, which makes people feel relieved.

Mu Dianke gradually calmed down to the sound of his flute.

After the song was over, Chang Qianfo put down his flute and said: "When I was young, I traveled outside the customs and heard people sing this song Xiangyao. It sounds good, but it's a little sad."

Mu Dianke lowered his head, but didn't speak.

She is a child prodigy praised by everyone, and she is arrogant, but she is used to being arrogant.It's just that every time I face Changqian Buddha, I always have a kind of inferiority complex.

His words, his songs, and his heart pattern are not comparable to hers.

Chang Qianfo went on to say: "When I was ten years old, the banks of the Yellow River in Jincheng, Gansu Province burst, my father rescued people in the flood, and unfortunately died.

Not long after, my mother left Suyi and me and went to a nunnery outside Luoyang City to become a monk.

During that time, I was very sad every day, and I didn't understand why these things happened to me.

Later, my grandfather took me to the copper building, without saying anything, but let me sit on the copper building whenever I was sad, and blow the wind on the roof.

I spent a month blowing wind on the top of the copper building.Watching the sun rise and set every day, watching the morning glow become late.Looking at the vast mountains and rivers outside Luoyang City, and the endless wilderness, I finally figured out what my grandfather was going to say to me.

Compared with tens of thousands of years of vicissitudes, the vicissitudes of the sun and the moon, our life is too short and insignificant.Compared with this long life, the pain that once made us unable to eat and sleep is actually very short.It will pass, it will disappear.

So no matter what, we should treat ourselves kindly every day we live.Catch what you can grasp, don't feel sad about what you lose. "

He gently held her face, the pain in his eyes did not disappear, and he said affectionately: "Dianke, I really hope you can be happy."

　I remember Aunt Qiong Yao had a famous line, watch the stars and the moon with her, from poetry to philosophy of life.When I finish writing, I will light up, haha.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)