Xia Liuxing said solemnly: "Then let's go."
Glancing at Han Xiyi who was a little distracted, he was secretly surprised.
The boat turned around and returned to Jingjiang again.
On the way, Xia Liuxing asked Han Xiyi who he wanted to listen to play the piano.
Han Xiyi couldn't hide the information, but she didn't want to say the dumb name.
Xie Yinyue said: "Miss Guo played it.
Later they found out and couldn't believe it."
Xia Liuxing immediately asked what was going on.
Han Xiyi glanced at Xie Yinyue, thinking that she might be feeling very uncomfortable at the moment.
She couldn't help but sigh inwardly, and said in an indifferent tone that she accidentally heard the sound of the piano on the river.
Later, she heard Miss Guo playing the piano at the Chinese Valentine's Day party, and realized that it was her.
The story of the play was roughly explained.
Xia Liuxing didn't ask any more questions after hearing this, and looked out at the dusk in trance.
When the boat arrived near Green Bay Village, it was already late at night, almost eight o'clock in the evening.
Chang'er smiled and said: "It's just the right time.
I came early and I can't hear it."
Sure enough, everyone heard the faint sound of the piano.
It was not clear at first, but the closer it got, the clearer it became.
Han Xiyi and Xie Yinyue both recognized that it was the song Qingya played on the night of Chinese Valentine's Day.
Xia Liuxing listened carefully, his eyes focused.
After playing a song, he didn't stop, but played it again and again.
"Tell them to come closer," he ordered.
After passing on the message, the boat turned towards the fork in the river.
However, after only a short distance, they could no longer enter.
There was a sluice blocking the way and walls on both sides, so they had to stop there.
It turns out that although the Guo family replaced the base next door, as the cotton textile workshop gradually improved, the space was still limited.
Guo Shouye then bought the large bamboo forest on the other side of the waterway in front of his door and the nearby waters.
He planned to move his family to the bamboo forest on the other side when the business stabilized, and the entire area of the old house would be designated as a workshop.
At this time, Qingya was performing a night ritual by the water.
There were many fruits on a table and a burner of incense was burning.
There was a piano table at the back.
After Qingyuan finished applying incense, he sat down to play the piano.
This happened because she dreamed of Jiang Minghui again the night she came back from Xiazhao.
He came to Guo's house by boat and was very happy.
It was like visiting her as before.
After waking up, she felt a little uneasy.
Last time in court, in order to cover up for Guo Qin and Guo Qiao, she lied about dreaming about the murder of Jiang Minghui.
Deliberately lead people's thoughts towards ghosts.
She never lied, and even told her family about traveling through time in another way.
Of course, the matter of subduing one's strength is another matter.
But that lie was half true and half false, because it was the night Jiang Minghui died.
She did dream about him.
That dream was very unusual Coupled with this dream, she suspected that Jiang Minghui was really lingering around her.
After experiencing time travel, she could no longer view this matter from an atheistic perspective.
She told her family about this and wanted to pay homage to Jiang Minghui.
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Wu was frightened after hearing this and hurriedly agreed.
So that night, the Guo family and his son prepared incense, candles, paper horses and other objects to burn for Jiang Minghui, hoping that he would be reincarnated as soon as possible and stop pestering Qingya.
However, it burned for two consecutive nights.
Qingya is still having the same dream.
The more she became confused, she thought about it and decided to hold a night festival by the water in front of her door.
In the past, every time Jiang Minghui came to Guo's house, he would disembark from here.
In addition to offering fruits and burning incense paper, Qing Ya also brought out the guqin.
It was already the beginning of winter, and the night was chilly to the bone.
She was wearing a jacket and a satin cloak, sitting under the stars, facing the bleak dead lotus on the water.
Played the far-off Altair.
Guo Shouye and Wu were accompanying her.
She wanted them to go and she wasn't afraid.
But the old couple couldn't rest assured that they were always by their side.
Qingya just went with them.
She felt a little sad.
After staying in the city for several months, things changed.
Once again, the peace of her life was broken.
Even if she broke off the engagement with Jiang Minghui, she could not remain indifferent to his death.
The feelings of the two lives blended together and turned into piano music flowing out from her fingertips.
She played the same tune over and over again.
Gathering and separation are all fate, no matter what, the past cannot be erased.
She sincerely hoped that if Jiang Minghui really had a soul, he would understand something after hearing this music.
Able to look away and let go The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man travels far away in secret.
As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't help but look at the Magpie Bridge on the way home.
If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
On the other side of the sluice, Han Xiyi listened to the music, his eyes blurred, and he murmured.
He could hear her sadness and wanted to be with her.
Xia Liuxing's eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky, staring at the endless depths beyond the sluice gate, trying to see that person clearly Xie Yinyue felt the emotion contained in the song, panicked, and searched around.
In which corner is he hiding and listening to the piano?
Although there is only a crescent moon in the sky, and although the sky is full of stars and the fields are not illuminated, the nearby water is still unobstructed.
Except for their big boat, there is no one, even a small awning boat.
She was the only one who remembered Fang Chu, and all those people just listened to Qin.
When she saw this situation, she felt like her heart was shaking and she could no longer calm down.
Not knowing what she was thinking of, she looked at Xia Liuxing and smiled, and whispered: "Play to your heart's content."
The sound of the piano on the other side of the sluice continued for more than half an hour and then stopped.
The night was cold and frosty, and Mrs.
Wu was anxious when she saw Qingya just kept playing, but she didn't dare to tell her to stop playing.
After enduring it for a long time, as if she had been suffering all night, she stepped forward to consider and persuade: "Qingya, let's stop playing.
If Minghui were here, he wouldn't want you to drink in the cold wind outside.
He loves you the most."
He's going to get cold, and he won't be able to let it go."
Guo Shouye also said hurriedly: "That's right, Minghui Nawa is sensible and knows it."
Qingya plucked the last note and stopped her hand.
Only then did she realize that her fingers were cold and a little stiff.
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If she hadn't played continuously, if she were asked to play again, it would be difficult to start again.
Listening to the faint sound disappearing under the night sky, she looked at the dark water and said nothing.
Wu held her cold hand with both hands and whispered: "Go back."
Qingya nodded and said, "Okay."
Before leaving, I took another look at the water.
It seemed that there was a awning boat parked there.
The young man stood on the bow of the boat and waved to her, calling "little sister".
I don't know whether he was coming or leaving.
Her eyes were sore.
If growth comes at the expense of her life, she will stop it.
Because she had already forgiven him Guo Shouye called Guo Dayou to move things, and Wu walked back with Qingya.
After everything was cleaned up, Mrs.
Wu came over again, clasped her hands in front of the water and prayed in a low voice: "Minghui, I know you are a good boy.
I treated you like your son from the beginning.
What happened after that?"
I don’t blame you anymore.
But who could have imagined that the lightning struck you that day?
What I mean is that you were reincarnated early and became a human being early, not that I dislike you."
She muttered and waved to the water after she finished speaking.
Good morning, thank you all.
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