The Legend of Futian

On Qingzhou Lake, there are endless paintings of cruise ships. There are women standing outside the paintings and admiring the beautiful scenery of fireworks.

When he turned his eyes inadvertently, he saw the young man on the lakeshore, his fluttering long hair, half-white in a flash, turned silver, and danced with the wind.

I saw that the young man was very slender and of great temperament. He was an extremely handsome beautiful man. He stood there casually, as if fused with the beauty, without distinguishing one another, but the figure he stood there seemed so lonely.

"Good young man." Many tourists have noticed the young people on the shore. The white hair that appeared at that moment was a magic spell?

"What are you looking at?" A young man on a cruise ship came to the bow and asked the woman standing there. Looking down the woman's eyes, he also saw Ye Futian's figure. The temperament, even as a man, gives birth to a slight jealousy.

"He cried, and for a moment he turned his head, I wonder who it was for?" The woman whispered softly.

"Maybe it's a trick." The man smiled uncritically. He took out a shirt and put it on the woman's body, and said softly, "It's cold outside, go in."

"Well." The woman nodded, reluctantly looking back, and then entered the painting.

Many people in the lake looked at Ye Futian, and a bold woman smiled as the cruise ship passed by Ye Futian: "My son comes up and sits?"

However, when he saw that the young man didn't seem to look at her, he still just stood there alone, feeling bored, and left by boat.

Ye Futian sat cross-legged at the lakeside, took out a piece of guqin, and played the piano sounds in front of the lake.

Very simple piano music, no power, only mood, melodious music, as if also integrated into this picture, there is no sadness, no tears, only joy, as if depicting a very beautiful picture, that is a young girl Loving, pure and beautiful.

In the Qinyin artistic conception, many people actually feel that they have crossed time and space and returned to the era of youthfulness. They think of their youthful love. The youth playing the piano must have an unforgettable story.

At the end of the song, Ye Futian got up and left, strolling back to the yard.

After a while, Ye Futian and Hua Fengliu had an extra quiet life. Hua Fengliu and Nandou Wenyin sat in the yard every day to bask in the sun, played the piano, and rarely went out, as if they had lived a seclusion life. They No one ever mentioned Huajie, no one wants to mention it, nor dare to mention it.

Only hope in time can smooth the pain.

Ye Futian's life is also simple and regular. He sits in the yard with his teacher and teacher every day, and walks around Qingzhou Lake at night, even practicing, as if he was left behind.

Time passed day by day, people living next to the courtyard knew Hua Fengliu. On the day outside the courtyard, an old man knocked on the door and smiled at Hua Fengliu: "Every day I listen to you play the piano, gradually It became a habit. How could people like you come to Qingzhou City? "

The old man is also a person who has experienced some wind and frost. He has been out in his youth and has seen some big figures in the French state, but he has not spent the same temperament on his body. Although he is old, he can also guess that these people are not simple.

"The old gentleman is sitting." Hua Fengliu said, and the old man was also welcome. He sat in the yard with Hua Fengliu.

"Old, go home." Hua Fengliu smiled in response to the old man's question.

"Well, this small island in Qingzhou City is quite quiet." The old man laughed. "That brother, your son, you are born really handsome, and there is a lot of youth out of blue."

Hua Fengliu smiled and did not deny that Ye Futian was indeed the same to them.

"It's just that the boy is white-headed and doesn't know what he has experienced. He doesn't ask much if he's old. If there are any untied knots, the days will pass." The old man advised, living next door, he often heard here Although the sound of the piano is quiet, it has hidden sadness. This family is afraid of a story, so he came to persuade.

"Thank you, Mr. Old." Flowers nodded in love.

"Well, old age won't bother you anymore." The old man said, and left the courtyard, sighing with flowers.

These days, Ye Futian's hair is turning white every day. It is fashionable and full of black hair to come to Qingzhou City, but now it is as white as snow.

How sad it is for a teenager to turn his head.

Today, Hua Fengliu doesn't want anything else. His biggest hope is that good news can come from the Most Holy Palace. He doesn't want someone who suddenly comes one day to take Ye Futian forcibly.

He has lost his favorite daughter, and if there is anything more to his disciple, he dare not think about it.

Qingzhou Lake has always been one of the most popular places in Qingzhou City. Ye Futian would come to the lake every day to play a piano on the lake. Unconsciously, a period of time has passed, and Kyushu has been quiet. Did not think about it.

During this time, many people who like to swim in the lake heard that a white-haired young man would play by the lake every day. It is said that he was born very handsome. His temperament made the woman intoxicated.

In these days, even the women who often have fireworks want to invite the young man as the guest of honor, but the other party has never looked at it.

Therefore, there are many rumors about this white-haired young man nowadays. Some people say that he may miss his old man and miss his first love.

It is also said that it may be betrayed by a beloved woman and overly sad, and can only miss the good times of the past, indulge in it, and do not want to go out.

However, no one has ever recognized him. Although he was very famous in Qingzhou City, and even caused Qingzhou City to quake, but times have changed. He has more than ten years since the last visit to Qingzhou City. People who have heard of him do not He must know him, even those who have seen him from afar, seeing him with white hair, may not be able to recognize him now.

On this day, Qingzhou Lake is still so beautiful. In the lake, a flat boat flows along the lake. Above the boat, there are a pair of sloppy men. The man is handsome and handsome. He is over thirty years old and has a unique body. Glamour, women are also very good-looking. Although they are married, they add a touch of charm. They wear a tight red dress to support the figure perfectly.

"Mr. Yang, Madam." Someone recognized the two as they passed by, apparently they were quite famous in Qingzhou City.

The Yang family and the Feng family are the top families in Qingzhou City. Yang Xiu is exceptionally talented, Yushu is near the wind, Miss Fengjia is also the same, beautiful and charming, and her talent for practice is also very good. Touched by people, the two finally came together and became a couple, a story of Qingzhou City.

Today, Yang Xiu and Feng Qingxue both teach at Qingzhou Academy. Today's Qingzhou Academy is not the same as before. It has gone through several changes. The overall strength is not the same as that year. Both have the strength of law. Feng Qingxue even went out for a tour, and returned to Qingzhou Xuegong several years later.

Both of them nodded when they saw the greeting, and looked approachable.

At this time, there was a sound of harp from the lake in the distance. They looked towards the lake, and they saw a white-haired figure playing the harp, and there were many people around it.

"Qingxue, it is said that a wonderful man appeared on the shore of Qingzhou Lake every day. He would play a song on the lake every day, and then left. There are many rumors about him. Some people say that he saw his hair in a flash. "Yang Xiu said with a smile:" I heard that the musician is handsome and extraordinary. There is no comparable player in Qingzhou City. Many women want to invite him to draw together. He never paid attention to it, isn't it? "

"When did you like these anecdotes." Feng Qingxue smiled.

"I'm also a romantic person. This person is called a person who covers the city of Qingzhou. I'm curious to see it." Yang Xiu said with a smile.

"If it looks better than you?" Feng Qingxue laughed.

"I can still stop others from being better than I am, but no matter how good-looking the skin is, can I even take away my wife." Yang Xiu said jokingly, Xiaozhou went towards that direction, and gradually approached the lake.

Feng Qingxue's expression was casual. She didn't take her mind very much about this kind of thing, but after listening carefully to the music, she gradually fell into the mood, from the sound of the piano, as if she could feel the purity of her youth. No time.

The melodious piano sound has a wonderful charm. It can take people's thoughts to travel through time and space and return to the past. Feng Qingxue involuntarily recalled her childhood, when she was innocent, but also wayward and ignorant, and missed one. People, although she knows that the other person doesn't blame her anymore, she always feels a little lost whenever she thinks about it ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Although time has faded everything, she will no longer be married as a woman Sometimes I miss it, but occasionally it still sounds a little sad. In addition, there is a beautiful memory, after all, it is the most beautiful youth.

"This qin master is highly accomplished." Yang Xiu praised and was attracted by the sound of the piano. He looked at Feng Qingxue and saw that Feng Qingxue was infected by the piano sound at this time, and he was a little curious about the people who played the piano. The boat approached, and she looked at the figure.

As the distance became shorter and her vision cleared, she felt a familiarity from the figure playing with her head down.

"Is it an illusion?" Feng Qingxue secretly said, perhaps because of the memories that Qin Yin brought to her.

But somehow, her heart couldn't calm down, beating slightly.

Qinyin still floated in her ears, and the boat was getting closer and closer. She listened quietly, for some reason, every bit of memories that hadn't appeared in many years, all appeared in her mind because of that familiarity.

Moreover, Xiaozhou was getting closer, the sense of familiarity was getting stronger and stronger, Feng Qingxue's heart was beating, she tried hard to see the face under the white hair.

The young man struck the strings with his ten fingers, and a few strands of white hair hung down his forehead, blocking his face, and the young man slowly raised his head until the sound of the piano stopped.

When he saw his face clearly, Feng Qingxue's heart shivered fiercely, and his eyes turned red instantly.

Especially when I saw that silver hair, tears could no longer be stopped.

He has become famous all over the world, and no one knows about Nandou Country, but when goodbye, why did he lose his green!

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