Through thousands of years, life after life, just for you

Chapter 2

([-]) Human world.Visit the West Lake and settle down in the Pear Garden.

The world, West Lake.

A silver boat moored quietly.

Full of thoughts, I perch on the boat and play the piano.The slender jade fingers lightly touched the strings, and the extremely sad sound of the piano flowed out. As my heart became more and more chaotic, the sound of the piano became more and more sad. I bowed my head and sang softly: "Whoever pity Dongyang is thin, but also for the spring Laziness, not as good as Furong, a place full of deep feelings and coldness, the edge of the moon shines for no reason to leave, where to send lovesickness in the hometown..."

After a song, there are already crowds of people on the lakeside, and these people undoubtedly came to listen to my singing.

I stood up leisurely and couldn't help but smile knowingly.God is fair, he gave Liu Yu an incomparable and peerless face, and also gave me a singing voice like the sounds of nature.

The tip of my toe lightly crossed the water surface, causing countless magnificent ripples, and I landed on the shore lightly like a butterfly. I quickly shuttled back and forth among the crowd, just to find a familiar, slightly sad, and a few pictures between my brows. Worry made the king's face.

After all, I was still disappointed. Among those people, none of them were kings.

Wang, where are you?Do you know that Yunying has waited for 500 years for you?My heart felt an inexplicable pain again.King, have you ever heard my call?
Before I knew it, I had strayed into a peach garden.

March in the world is the season when pear blossoms flourish, which is completely different from the demon world.

The wind suddenly picked up, lifting the thin white gauze all over the sky.The pure pear petals danced leisurely, with a slight fragrance, creating a beautiful rain of pear blossoms. Smelling the faint fragrance of pear blossoms, I quietly closed my eyes and was close to the sea of ​​flowers; in a trance, I feel the breath of the king, and what he loves most is this pure pear blossom!
There was silence in the pear orchard, not a single person was there, as if isolated from the world.I, who like to be quiet, raised a slight smile, and settled down here.

I waved my light sleeves, a few white lights flashed, and a huge house appeared before my eyes.Push open the door, move the lotus steps lightly, and when you first enter the courtyard, you can hear the gurgling and flowing sound of the stream with different rhythms like the sound of a pipa. The big strings are noisy like rainstorms, and the small strings are like whispers; It really feels like big pearls and small pearls falling on a jade plate!

After finishing the whole house, I planted Wang's favorite pear blossoms on both sides of the courtyard corridor.If one day, the dream is no longer far away, and happiness will come as I wished, when the king walks through the corridor with me, when he sees the pear blossoms I planted for him, he will feel so lucky in his heart Joy and comfort, right?
However, reality always proves how cruel it is in a way that transcends all logic.

That familiar and handsome face can only be met in dreams, and just about to reach out to touch it, but it is always ruthlessly pulled back to reality. Only in fantasy can one feel his warmth.

I used to search desperately in the boundless sea of ​​people, but those who are similar to him are not him after all. I once asked myself, whether we really have no chance to see each other again?Could it be that God really wants to bury my first love that has been treasured in my heart for 500 years?How is this fair?

In the early morning of the next day, it rained heavily.

I was still dressed in white clothes and light gauze, leaning against the pavilion, plucking the strings with my slender jade fingers, singing sad songs, expressing my endless sorrow.

Who is so bold as to break into my garden and act wildly.Hearing the small and weak sound like the breathing of a butterfly, doubts arose in my heart.

Well, measuring these mortals is no match for me.The singing stopped abruptly, but the sound of the piano did not stop; it was just that the sound of the piano was no longer as low and sad as before, but rather messy and faster and faster; the string was broken, and I looked out of the court.

Under a peach-red umbrella, a man in light clothes as pure as pear blossoms stood outside the pavilion.

Is this a dream?I couldn't believe it, that familiar face that I could only meet in my dreams appeared in front of me at this moment.King, really a king.

He walked into the pavilion, retracted his umbrella and looked at me, his eyes still showed the loneliness and sadness of the year.

"Yunying..." Wang murmured my name softly.

I walked towards Wang in surprise, "How do you know my name?"

"Don't remember? I'm Shui Ruohan!" He grabbed my wrist, completely ignoring my surprise, and said with a weird smile, "Your pulse is unusual, so you must be not a mortal, right?"

"Well, I'm pear flower essence." I answered frankly.

The water is cold.It's a very familiar name, but I can't remember it.It turned out that he had known me a long time ago, but why, in my memory, I had never been acquainted with him.

"Yun'er plays really well, can you play another song for me?" Shui Ruohan simply ignored my answer.

I nodded slightly, for you, I would do anything.

The broken strings have been caressed, and the strings have been repaired.Just about to pluck the strings, but he stopped him again, "Follow my tune." He took out a flute, put it on his lips, and played it earnestly; the tune was very sad, and I followed his tune closely, playing it, A gentle song "Yu Lin Ling" resounds in the empty valley.

The rain is falling, and the sound of rain in the courtyard is like the sound of dumbbells, echoing like wisps of echo.This voice is naturally heart-wrenching and lovesick.Yu Linling, so he picked it up and brought it into the workshop to compose string music. However, even if it is played thousands of times in the world, what can be redeemed?Why did he want to play this Qingwan piece of music with me?
The memory is like a mirror image, falling and passing by. My mother said that it was too sad and never allowed me to play the piece "Yu Linling". However, why did I play a piece that I had never practiced before, and I used every inch of strength just right, and I played it to the fullest? Endless sadness.

Those faded memories seem to be pieced together into complete pictures at this time, as far away as the dreams of the previous dynasty.

(End of this chapter)