Chapter 26 Chapter Twenty-Seven

The sound of the piano flew out of the hut and quietly filled the small village. Surrounded by the sound of the piano, this barren and quiet village is no longer cold. There was a creaking sound, and the door of the thatched hut was constantly pushed open, and old or young villagers came out of the house, tracing the direction of the sound of the piano. Their faces are all so peaceful.The sound of the piano was so beautiful that they were intoxicated. It's like a beautiful dream that I never want to wake up from. While listening to the sound of the piano, they walked towards Xiaoshao's house.They stood quietly outside the hut, letting the sound of the piano pass through their hearts and echo in the field of memory.

They didn't dare to take another step, for fear of disturbing the blond boy quietly holding the harp in his arms and playing. What a peaceful joy that is, a feeling I haven't had for many, many years. If they can, they are willing to die listening to the sound of the piano. No complaints. The sound of the piano stopped leisurely, and the young man lightly drew his last finger on the strings, and the aftermath of the curl spread out, causing the last wave of ripples in many quiet hearts. "Excuse me, let everyone hear such a rough piano sound." "No, it's the best sound we've ever heard in our lives."

"We should thank you." The villagers talked one after another, nodding their heads, still immersed in the sweet dream just now.How many years, they have not had a dream. There is not a corner of the world that belongs to them, and there is not a single dream that belongs to them. This blond boy gave them a sweet dream with his beautiful harp sound. They can almost touch, the beauty of every note. That is the longing that flows in their hearts and cannot be expressed for hundreds of years. Many years later, when the country collapsed and they lost their last shelter, they could still occasionally remember the blond boy and this piece of music that had long forgotten the beat.

"It's beautiful." They murmured and repeated. "It's really beautiful." Everyone is praising.Many of them have lived for many, many years and have seen many beautiful things, but none of them can compare to the sound of the young man's piano. "Perhaps, we should dedicate you to the emperor." Grandpa Luo murmured.His livid face was full of admiration, looking at the boy with the sophisticated eyes it had cultivated over the years.This boy, unlike other human beings, made him unable to hate him.Perhaps, among people, there are also good people.

"why?" the young man asked with a smile.Obviously, he is very satisfied that his music can bring joy to everyone, and he is happy to repay this kind village. "Because since the founding ceremony, the nine princesses whom my emperor loves have never smiled again." The young boy's pretty eyebrows frowned, as if he felt that Grandpa Luo's words were a bit incomprehensible. "Why? Isn't it the legend that the Dragon Emperor and the Nine Princesses reunited after falling in love for three lifetimes? They should be very happy." Grandpa Luo sighed. "That's right. Everyone thinks so, but the Ninth Princess has fallen into some evil spell and forgot who she is. At the founding ceremony, she stabbed the Dragon Emperor's heart. After that, she herself Never laughed again."

The people of the village sighed with him. "The emperor never showed up again, and we are all worried about him. We hope that the emperor and the princess will be happy and happy forever." Their sorrow infected the young man, and he sighed softly: "Can I? I'm just a traveler who can play the piano." Grandpa Luo nodded: "Maybe you can, your piano sound is so beautiful, maybe the princess will laugh from the bottom of her heart when she hears it." All the people showed expressions of agreement: "Perhaps the princess will laugh from the bottom of her heart when she hears it."

The young man murmured, lightly tapped his fingers on the strings, and said: "If you insist, I am willing to accompany you to the royal city." Grandpa Luo cheered together with the villagers.They are really happy to present such a good gift to the emperor and princess. They love Huang and like to see him happy and happy, without any sadness or melancholy. They packed their bags, left the small home they had just settled down, and set foot on the road to the royal city. They will not lose their way, because the royal city is under the aurora.The aurora was extremely gorgeous, hanging high in the sky of the North Pole, reflecting the falling blue snow, rolling across the entire sky.

As long as they walk towards the aurora, they will reach the king city and enshrine the harp sound of the blond boy to the emperor. Perhaps, the melancholy princess will laugh sincerely. It will, they simply believe. The road is not fast.Because, every time they pass through a village, the kind villagers in Huangshan Village can't help but tell the people here that they have heard the best sound of the piano in the world, and they want to worship the sound of the piano to the emperor. The sound of the piano will make a smile appear. Every village they pass through will ask the blond boy to play a song, and he will take out the five-stringed harp, let the curling sound of the piano flow into their hearts, and bring them joy.

At this time, Xiao Shao, Grandpa Luo and everyone would listen quietly.Xiao Shao squatted at the front, resting her chin on her hand, quietly watching the young man's graceful posture, thinking, he is really like the sun in a sunny day. The boy's slender fingers plucked the strings, it was an intoxicating picture.Even though he was a human being and made the monsters feel uncomfortable, they couldn't help agreeing that his zither sound was really beautiful, and the princess might really laugh when she heard his zither sound. They brought out the best food and the best water to entertain the group in Huangshan Village.They tirelessly begged the boy to play one song after another, until the morning light came through the window lattice, and then reluctantly sent them on the road.

Many years later, when this country collapsed, when they lost their last shelter, many of them could still occasionally remember this blond boy, and remember this long-forgotten tune. After walking for seven days and playing countless joyful tunes, they finally saw the Dragon Emperor City. It was an extremely tall city. In the human world, there had never been such a magnificent building. The whole city was carved out of ice and enclosed within the walls of the blue boulders. In the nine layers of Dragon City, the first level is lower than the first level, devoutly guarding the high and prominent holy peak in the middle.The city is incomparably transparent, incomparably strong, and incomparably beautiful.Countless gems, pearls, corals, and emeralds are inlaid in the ice, which are accumulated by the monster race for more than a thousand years. Now, they are willing to take them out, just to make this city more beautiful.

They want to use their own strength to build a city even more magnificent than Chang'an City. Dragon Emperor City. In the grand square, stands a huge statue, extremely majestic.The holy peak soars into the sky, symbolizing the dignity of the Dragon Emperor, and there is no one to mausoleum.At the end of the holy peak, the sacred blue temple shone with a secret light, so distant, mysterious, holy, and majestic. The ever-changing aurora wings guard the back of the holy peak, as if covering it with a gorgeous dream feather garment. This is the great capital seen only in dreams. This city, like the legendary three-linked city built by the Asuras with the blessing of gods, is magnificent, majestic, and eternal, and even the gods are afraid of it. The boy stood in front of the city, looking up at the aurora on the top of the city. "so beautiful." He admired it sincerely. At this time, it was nearly dusk, and the light of the aurora was gradually dimming. Like a dancing girl, she shed her enchanting clothes and washed her delicate face.The Forbidden Sky Peak was also shrouded in such an aurora, and it seemed exceptionally quiet. Like a legendary princess, sitting alone in a magnificent palace, her brows are slightly locked. Is she not happy? The boy sighed softly. He slowly took out the harp from his pocket and started to play it slowly. The clear sound of the piano flowed out along with his slender fingers.While playing, the young man slowly walked into the royal city. The sound of the piano is not loud, just like a low exhortation, gently passing by everyone's ears.Everyone who heard it seemed to hear a call. It seems that the old lover is standing in the sunshine, smiling and waving to you. They couldn't help but stop what they were doing and looked in the direction of the sound of the piano. What a beautiful boy that is. No matter how simple and crude the clothes are, they can't hide his perfect face.He walked on the wide steps of the royal city, as if the sun was pouring into the palace, soft and dazzling. Gently twitching fingers and slowly moving steps are all so harmonious, like a dance to celebrate spring, making the eyes intoxicated.When the sound of the piano sounded, he no longer looked like a person, but an elf descended from the sky, delicately inlaying each musical note into everyone's heart. He is a beautiful young man whom the moon god loves, holding a bodhi branch and walking by the Ganges River full of the rising sun. He is the only remaining ray of sunshine in the blue snowfall. The boy walked past them, playing his harp. Where the sound of the piano reaches, it falls into a stillness.The monsters are unwilling and dare not make any sound to interrupt this slowly flowing beauty.They are like hungry babies, sipping to the sound of the piano. Step by step, the young man walked through the city gates to the highest point. There, it is the closest to the Forbidden Sky Peak. There was the high platform for the Dragon Emperor's grand ceremony. There, no one is allowed to desecrate. But such a beautiful piano sound, no matter what, cannot be called blasphemy.The young man stood at the top of the city, with his blond hair hanging down, letting the blue snow cover his body, and letting the quiet music of the piano bloom in his arms.His long golden hair hung down, embracing the harp with his sleeves, his mind turned into the sound of the harp, floating into the deep void of Dragon Emperor City. He seems to be born for beauty, his life is integrated with the sound of the piano, echoing in everyone's heart. so beautiful. Only after hearing such a piano sound, this life is not wasted. At the bottom of Yaozu's heart, such a thought unexpectedly passed through at the same time. Apart from the sound of the piano, there was silence in Dragon Emperor City. All hearts, for the first time, will not surrender to the majesty of the Dragon King. The Canglan Temple slowly opened. In the curtain of ice and snow, a faint shadow leaned on the jade seat. The jade seat is like ice, and her eyes are so melancholy. Since the founding ceremony, the Dragon Emperor has never appeared again.No one knew where he had gone, only the blue snow falling in the sky was swearing to everyone that his majesty still enveloped the entire world. The promise he made that day has not changed in the slightest. All the monster clans in the city respectfully obeyed the order of the Dragon King, and treated her as the Nine Princesses, allowing her to share the power and dignity of the Dragon King. It's just that the gaze they cast was so indifferent, as if they were looking at a stranger. A stranger who broke in without reason and ruthlessly ruined their lives. The sky in the Great Demon Kingdom is still clear and snowy, and life in the Canglan Temple is still full of luxury. Just, so strange, so cold, so lonely. day to day. No one imprisoned her actions, but she did not want to escape.Because the world is so big, there is no world that belongs to her. That day, in front of Long Mu, it was she who, with a pale and sweet smile, said word by word: "I am Jiu Ling'er." Thus, she cruelly cut off the last retreat leading to that noisy world. . A few days later, facing thousands of monsters, it was her again, with the same smile, and said in the same tone: "I am not Jiu Ling'er." Thus, the blue world that belonged to Jiu Ling'er was also destroyed by her own hands. There is no longer any world that belongs to her.She felt that she was nothing but an empty shell. At the moment when Shi Xingyu was furious and turned into a dragon, she had no fear in her heart, only belated relief.She sincerely hoped that he would kill herself in the cruelest way and take back the life he wrongly gave her. ——Take back the rebirth that he once gave her even at the cost of extinction. But he didn't. He just turned around and left, abandoning her in the gorgeous palace and the indifferent eyes of everyone. Su Youlian sneered slightly, what a cruel tolerance. Is it to punish me?Well, as you wish. I will use this empty body to live like a walking corpse in the deep palace abandoned by you, and be a princess. Never smile.until death. The blue light of the jade throne shone sadly on her, as if she didn't understand her sadness. ——She has the most beautiful face and the most magnificent country in the world. She also has the nostalgia of the strongest in the world and the most legendary love. Why is she still frowning? The sound of the piano is over, and the lingering beams continue. The princess in the Jade Throne seemed to be also affected by the sound of the piano, staring at the young man. The young man was dressed in a loose robe, but the blond hair and smile were his most beautiful clothes.When he stands against the wind on the stage and holds a five-stringed harp, he is the most beautiful elf. There was some confusion in the princess' eyes, and what was gently locked was endless sorrow.She looked at the boy, as if she wanted to find traces of the long-lost spring on him. Is she lonely?Are you sad? The princess said something softly, and the maid accompanied the snowfall to the boy's side: "Musician, can you play a sad piece?" The young man was silent, and smiled softly: "Don't call me a musician, please call me a poet." He gently plucked the strings: "I am a poet hurt by love." Under the entanglement of long and slender fingers, the strings sang again.Faint, like a wisp of smoke, bypassing every heart that hears. That is the flower is withering, and the memory is disappearing.It is the tears in the eyes, falling slowly; it is the stars in the morning, fading away faintly. It is watching the beautiful boy cry for love, and the kind girl send her lover away. Not sad, but so sad. "Like a wisteria embraces a great tree, cuddle tight, Draw out the imprint of annual rings from the heart of the tree, May you be so close to me. I want you to love me and never leave. Like a butterfly flying to the blue sky, fluttering wings, Bearing the weight of the dew in the air, May I lift you up like this. I want you to love me and never leave. Like the sun around heaven and earth, day and night, Across the distance between land and sea, May I surround you like this. I want you to love me and never leave. " All the people in the royal city couldn't help sighing, immersed in the beautiful feelings lingered by the sound of the young piano. Vines, butterflies, sun and moon. It's just the shadow of lovesickness in my heart. I just want you to love me. never separate. The princess on the jade throne still frowned, as if she heard it, but also didn't seem to hear it. The melancholy sound of the piano seems to be no match for her sorrow. Why is she sad? The boy stopped playing the piano, and stared at her quietly across the distance between Wangcheng and Shengfeng. It was a familiar yet unfamiliar face. In the past few months, she has changed a lot.He could see the banshee as weak as water and as pure as snow, but he also saw a woman as bright as the moon and as charming as a fox. This made him a little confused.What made her change? Jiu Ling'er.It was an unfamiliar name. Su Youlian.So familiar. He reached into his arms and carefully held out a flower. It was a small, weak flower, only half opened, and even the stamen was so weak.It lay in the palm of the young man, as if it would turn into dust if touched lightly. It really cannot be said to be a beautiful flower, it is too weak.Its nutrition is obviously not enough, the petals are too thin, and the color is too light.But the young man was holding it in his hands, as if he was holding his own heart, and he didn't want others to look at it. It seems that even looking at it can damage this flower. He held it gently, and gently held it towards the princess on the holy peak. "Remember? I said, I want to plant a flower for you." "It wasn't exchanged for a thousand pieces of gold, nor was it picked from the wild, but it was planted little by little in a year of my eighteen-year-old youth." "Then, I will present it to you." Following these words, he raised his hands little by little. The flower blooms delicately in the blue snow, like the hope in the eyes of a young man. There was something else he didn't say. If a boy wants to fall in love with a girl, he must first suffer a thousand years of asceticism; if a girl wants to fall in love with a boy, he must first practice hard work for a thousand years.Then, they will be together and live happily for a thousand years. That was their lover for three thousand years. Yes, he worked asceticly for a thousand years to grow this flower. No one knows how much he suffered and suffered in order to revive it and let it open.If the blood can make it delicate and charming, he will open his heart without hesitation. He just held it quietly and dedicated it to his princess. He just wanted to let the princess know that he had been ascetic for a thousand years. Lover for three thousand years. The princess frowned, leaning deeply on the innermost side of the jade seat. The piece played by the young man deeply touched her heart at a certain moment, but then she became more at a loss. Everything in front of me seemed to be isolated from the crystal screen, and it was just an exquisite performance by the courtiers. Amidst the cheers and applause, everyone was looking forward to it, waiting for her to clap her hands gently to express her approval. In my heart, I feel a little sour.Those memories that have been deliberately dusted are like a ray of wind blowing through my heart, so melancholy. She could remember that there had been joy. It was the only few months in a thousand-year life, bathed in the sunshine of Zhongnan Mountain, playing and chasing with high-spirited classmates, spending together, pure and noisy happiness. She also remembered that, on the top of the burning mountain, there had been a firework set off for her. She looked up, and the blue snow fell silently, like fireworks in the sky. Wisps, frozen fireworks. Can it last forever? She stretched out her finger and let a piece of snow fall on her fingertip.The slight coolness entered her body, and she asked it softly. Can it last forever? She flicked the snow away lightly, watching it fly in the air and fall towards the boy who was as bright as the sun under the palace. That boy was a ray of light from another world, needlessly reminding her of those memories that never faded away. In Moyun Academy, the sun is bright and clear, and the peach blossoms are falling like rain. A tingling pain suddenly rose in her heart, and she couldn't help but clutched her sleeves hard.She frowned in pain, feeling her heart stabbed severely. Love is a thorn. When you stab into someone else's body, you also stab into your own heart.How painful others are, how painful you are. It's just that when you see other people's pain and enjoyment, you will forget your own pain.But the pain will be there, deep and untouchable.When the memory is shattered, it will be revealed and stabbed hard into the soul. The princess who never smiled deeply frowned. The flowers, unbearable to the cold of the blue snow, withered and shrank.Under its owner's bewildered gaze, every inch was reduced to ashes. It once grew under the water of the pearl and the clear spring, and bloomed in the embrace of the beautiful boy of the moon.Now, its beauty is only exchanged for the princess's indifferent glance. It dies, never to be resurrected. There was a quiet wry smile on the blond boy's face. "Sure enough, I still can't remind you?" "I'm still too naive." The boy shook his head lightly, and the golden color swayed out.He carefully brushed off the snow from the petals and put it back in his arms. "I've come to say goodbye to you..." "Soon, I will leave here and return to my country." "Today may be our last meeting..." "Although I can't reap your love, you let me understand that if you want something, you should try your best to fight for it, don't rely on others, and don't avoid anything. I am not a prince, nor Da Ri Zhi, I am Long Mu... ..." He stretched out his hands, as if wanting to hug her. But between them, there is an infinite distance, separated by thousands of silent snowfalls. "Please allow me to give you a gift when we leave... I used to love you..." He turned around quietly, raised Luotuo's robe with both hands, and gave the princess a whirling court salute. His body suddenly turned into a ray of sunlight, which bloomed brilliantly in the royal city. But it was like his smile, which lit up in everyone's heart in an instant. Then, he disappeared suddenly. All the monsters in Wangcheng let out an exclamation at the same time. What a beautiful boy's magic. He has brought us so much surprise and joy.