Chapter 8
After about half a minute, Zhi'an came to the depths of the bamboo garden.

Before seeing why, Zhi'an heard the sound of a flute.

The clear and crisp flute sounds melodiously rise from a distance, and the rhyme changes from deep to shallow, leisurely and soft, pleasant to the ear, just like the chirping of a red bird.

Zhi'an was fascinated by what he heard and waved his hand to signal Xiang Ling to step back.

As for herself, she followed the sound of the flute.

The sound of the flute came from the deeper bamboo forest, ethereal and clear, and after a while, the owner of the sound of the flute was found.

It was a young man in white. He held a jade flute in his hand and played it softly.Standing like that, it looks like a fairy.

"Qingming."

Hearing Zhi'an's voice, the boy in white immediately put down the jade flute in his hand, and ran towards Zhi'an cheerfully.

"Xiao An, why are you here (/≧▽≦/)"

emm... The image of the cold and direct immortal just now is gone.

Zhi'an looked at Qingming, and suddenly felt like a girl in my family had just grown up.

Then he looked at Qingming's clothes, Zhi An couldn't help frowning: "Why are you only wearing so little?"

Before Qingming could answer, Zhi'an took off her red cloak and put it on Qingming.

"No, no, no..." Qingming waved her hands hastily, "Xiao'an's body is relatively weak, so you should wear it."

Zhi'an: "..."

Zhi'an originally wanted to continue to persist, but... as soon as he took off his cloak, Zhi'an was as cold as a dog, shivering in the cold wind.

So Zhi'an put on the cloak silently.

It seems that this kind of domineering way of protecting a wife is really not suitable for me...

Zhi'an: "Qingming, so you can play the flute, you are really good."

Qingming's ears were slightly red, she rubbed the corner of her clothes and pursed her lips and said, "No, I... just found that I know a lot of things."

Speaking of this, Qingming felt a little depressed.

Zhi'an: "Then, you must have lost part of your memory."

Like me, we really are the most suitable.

Qingming: "I just remember... I was hungry in Tianxi Tower for two days, and then I met Xiaoan."

"Is that so..." Zhi'an asked in a deep voice, "Then do you know what your last name is?"

Qingming's eyes were full of confusion, and he shook his head to express his ignorance.

Seeing this, Zhi An didn't care and said: "Since you don't remember, then it is not important to you, forget it and forget it."

"En." Qingming came out of the negative emotions, and answered her sweetly.

Seeing him like this, Zhi'an silently reflected in his heart: I'm like this... am I a little cheating?
However, given the surname Shi... Zhi'an probably guessed who he was.

Oh hehe, love between different species must be very romantic~
"So, can Qingming teach me to play the flute?"

Qingming coughed and said, "Xiao An, you should play the piano."

Zhi An blinked, seemingly ignorant: "Ah, why?"

Qingming: "..." Isn't this obvious?
Of course Zhi'an knew why, she just... wanted to tease him.

Seeing that Qingming didn't answer, Zhi'an silently sighed in his heart: Oh, we still have to take our time.

"Then... I will order someone to send Yuqin to Zhuyuan, can you teach me?"

Qingming coughed again, not loudly, but still agreed: "Then... okay."

Xiangling has already left now, and Zhi'an is too lazy to learn now, so he asks Qingming to take her to the bamboo building.

The bamboo house is a ventilated and heat-dissipating house. As soon as Zhi An arrived at Qingming's house, he was immediately dissatisfied: "How does Xiaoliu do things! It's such a cold day, and I live in this kind of house for you."

"Actually, I think it's pretty good here." Qingming said with a smile, "It's a bit cold, but it's better than being quiet."

Well, Zhi'an admits that Zhuyuan is indeed very good, after all everything is impossible to be perfect, there must be a defect.

(End of this chapter)

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