The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

One part of the mountain is green, one part is yellow, one part is red, and one part is blue. The green part is the bamboo forest, the yellow part is the shrub forest, the red part is the maple leaf forest, and the blue part is the river reflecting the blue sky.

There are the rustling sound of the wind blowing, the chirping of birds, and the crisp sound of the stream beating the stones. They are the natural music of the mountains, with a kind of ethereal tranquility.

The young man is dressed in crescent white, with a jasper flute on his waist, he paces by the stream in the bamboo forest, the beautiful scenery in front of him cannot be reflected in his eyes, and the music in his ears cannot be heard.

It was still early, he thought so, so he took up the jade flute to play the flute alone, in order to divert the tension in his heart. His nervousness was because he was afraid that she would not come, and if she did, he was afraid that he would offend her.

The sound of flute overflows, flows with the stream, resonates with the sound of birds, dances with bamboo leaves, and plays the most beautiful music in the mountains.

A gust of cool wind blew up the corners of the white robe, the hair like black ink, and the smile on the corners of the lips. Surprise flashed through the eyes like clear springs, and a small black figure was reflected.

The sound of the flute gradually dissipated, followed by a small black figure with light but steady steps. The combination of contradictions did not have a trace of weirdness, but instead had an indescribably beautiful elegance.

"Thank you for coming." Feng Feili took two steps forward. He didn't know what to call or what to say, and he racked his brains to spit out such a sentence.

"Thank you for your invitation too." She chuckled lightly, and the laughter filled the mountains, as if even the wind would slow down.

Hearing her joking words and teasing laughter, Feng Feili was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled too. This smile was different from the usual faint and polite smile, but with a bit of lightness and joy.

"When I first saw you, I was very surprised. I was surprised that the sound of my flute could attract you." Feng Feili said frankly that her appearance in the middle of the night was like a dream, hazy and nowhere to be found.

At that time, he felt lost and confused, until the next morning, when he opened the door and looked from a distance, she was standing opposite her. His mood at that moment was beyond words.

"I'm not a person who loves music." She also admitted frankly that listening to the sound of the flute sometimes felt melancholy and sometimes helpless, as if melancholy lingered in her heart, just reminding her of some things in her previous life.

"Then why did you come here?" Feng Fei felt a little lost in her heart. Could it be that his flute sound was so unpleasant that it disturbed her?

"My father is a person who loves music. He often plays the piano alone, just like your flute." The same melancholy, the same helplessness.

"That's how it is." He smiled relieved, it's okay, no one or anything was reflected in her eyes, and he would have no regrets if there was a song that could touch her a little bit.

"Walking along this creek, there is a waterfall at the end, passing through the maple forest, do you want to go and see it?"

"Okay." She looked far ahead, unable to see the end, it was rare for her to have a leisurely time, and she also wanted to take a walk.

Feng Feili smiled, there was no more beautiful answer than this good word, he longed for more surprises ahead to impress her.

Compared with this colorful beauty, she wore a black cloak, the monotonous gray color, but it did not lose its color in the slightest.

She has a mysterious charm that either overshadows everything or makes everything shine with it.

The two walked along the stream, stepping on the yellowed dead leaves, bathed in the autumn sunshine, enjoying the scenery in the mountains, learning about the past and discussing the present, and looking for maple along the stream.

A few little squirrels drilled out of the bushes, picked up the pine cones and jumped up the tree, looking at the two walking in the mountains with their bony eyes.