Strange World Little Cooking Saint

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That night.

The heavy snow hasn't melted yet, probably because the day is sunny, and at night a full moon hangs high, clear radiance drips, and Qianshan Suxue looks like white clothes.

Wen Yan suddenly came to Fuqin's interest, and put Guqin on his feet, playing at night near the lake.

There is no wind in the silent night, only occasional fish swim under the remnant, with a starting point ripple.

The string sound of "铮" was a bit low, like a trembling from the residual load that the fish touched unintentionally, and then it calmed down; then the fish jumped from the water again, and the sound became high It was crispy, and the sound was short, with a slight anger; the fish returned to the water, and everything was calm again. I do n’t know when the wind is blowing, the snow-pressed leaves are a little heavy, and when the snow falls from the leaves, they are surprised to find that a green bud emerges from the original branch ...

Shi Yu was originally sleeping, and suddenly heard the sound of the piano, people suddenly came to awake.

She opened her eyes and looked at the moonlight coming in from the window. For no reason, she was sure that the sound of the piano must be caressed by Wen Yue.

He seemed to be in a good mood, and the sound of the piano sounded a little vitality.

Lying on the bed and listening quietly for a while, Shi Yu wanted to go and see. It's best to watch him fiddle around him, but if she's in the past, she'll be afraid to ruin his interest.

But what do I want to do?

After several rounds, Shi Yu decided to close her eyes and disperse all the spirits.

As soon as she leaves the house now, it is estimated that Wen Yue will find her movements. Divine spirit is her advantage, and non-illusionists cannot detect her consciousness. Wen Yi should not have noticed it, and he seems to be immersed in the sound of the piano now ...

However, in order to be cautious, Shi Yu still played a twelve-point spirit, carefully dispersed the spirits, and slowly approached the water pavilion. Afraid of too many souls, she only passed a little bit, and the speed was very full, just to not disturb Wen Yue.

When the spirit went out, he soon saw the man who was near Fushui. He replaced the meticulous and luxurious robes he usually wore, and rarely wore a white suit, sitting against a fence.

His eyes were closed, and his methods were arbitrary, and he was not particular about the style. The Qin Yin followed his deep thoughts and walked down the snowy moon. It was a clear wind and bright moon, a swimming fish and a bird, and a bit of cinnabar in Shi Yu's heart.

Shi Yu has never seen him like this, she unknowingly came to the lake. She wanted to listen quietly next to it, wondering how he felt at the moment.

Suddenly, the tone of the piano changed.

If you said that it was just a little angry, now it suddenly turns into a blossoming grass, and the dead trees are in spring, and when you hear it, Jade almost feels agitated.

In the lake in front of her, the snow hadn't melted yet, but the residual lotus returned to green with the speed visible to the naked eye, and the original dead branches were also full. After a while, the lotus grew out of the water and slowly bloomed.

This……

Shi Yu was stunned.

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

The tulip flowers near Shiyu also bloomed. White flowers, clumps of flowers, dangled beside Shiyu, exuding this scent that is distant and tempting to pursue unconsciously.

At this time, suddenly the wind rose. Shi Yu felt that she and the petals were blown by the wind and fell towards the middle of the lake. And on the lake, I don't know when it was foggy.

The milky mist floats quietly above the lake, adjoins the water, and flows with the wind, like a cloud of smoke.

Shi Yu also became foggy, she felt closer to Wen Yue.

She could now see him from the front, and looked at him quietly with her eyes closed.

The heart is born from the heart, the piano is sentimental. There was vitality in his heart, so everything around him revived.

He is not a dead and independent person. Others find him difficult to contact, feel high above him, feel that he has been holding his head to look at him too tired, and simply worship him at a high place.

Actually he was just lonely.

It may be that a person has been too long, and he no longer likes to deal with others. He cares more about his heart and likes to do whatever he wants.

Wen Yan.

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

About the evening breeze knew her heart, but she flew forward, and Shi Yu was fluttered to the railing.

She was only a step away from Wen Yan at this moment.

Just one step away ...

Shi Yu wanted to work harder and approach him.

But at this time, Wen Ye suddenly changed his look, and the piano sound suddenly violent. The original growth of everything and the drizzle suddenly turned into a squally shower. Despair and darkness began to permeate. The surrounding flowers and plants quickly fell into mud, and the breath of death was getting stronger and stronger.

With a bang, the three strings suddenly broke, the golden silk thread cut his fingers, and the breath of solitude came to an abrupt end. The violent atmosphere lingering around slowly dissipated, and the silent night returned to peace .

"Tick", blood dripped on the Qin board.

The faint purple-gold color is very eye-catching.

Wen Yan slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the palm of his hand, his eyes were dead.

Shi Yu couldn't describe that feeling, it was like she was in the necropolis for the first time, she couldn't feel any vitality in it, and was depressed to despair.

Why does he have such eyes?

Shouldn't he be beautiful all his life and walk in front of everyone forever?

Wen Yan suddenly lifted his eyes, and Shi Yu saw that he looked at himself, and he couldn't help moving any more.

Who knew that Wen Ye just moved in the direction of her hand, and that mist of mist rushed towards him.

Shi Yu felt that he was flicking his fingers across his face, and then he heard a small laugh, "Do you understand the piano?"

He seemed to simply want to speak.

"Flowers can re-open, grass can re-green, why can't time return to the past. I keep walking forward, getting farther and farther from them, how can I save them.

"It is said that immortality can make time return, but why do you stop me!"

Shi Yu's fur suddenly stood up, and she felt a sharp killing.

Fortunately, Wen Ye was not a person who was angry at random, and did not infuriate his frustration to other things, otherwise the jade **** soul would be crushed.

But Shi Yu wanted to do something, she wanted to comfort him and want him not to be so sad.

There was a flower that just came down just now, and she was slowly blowing at the petals, and the pale pink petals fell on his palm.

She saw that after Wen Ye saw the flower, her expression gradually eased and her eyes became gentle.

"Tua, my mother's favorite flower."

At this moment, Shi Yu realized it very clearly.

She was tempted.