Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

Seeing this, Xu Xingchen had already guessed in his heart that this jade flute, which seemed delicate, flawless and smooth like jade, was by no means just an ordinary musical instrument. There was something behind it.

It is the deep and inseparable emotional bond between Xia Qingqing and Yuan Chengzhi, the witness of their shared experiences and time together, every jumping note, every melodious melody.

They both tell the story between them, and record the warm moments and beautiful memories that belong only to the two of them. For these two people, this jade flute is of extraordinary significance, and its value far exceeds the gold, silver and treasures that can be measured by the secular world. It is a priceless treasure.

"Qingqing..."

Xu Xingchen called softly, with a barely perceptible tenderness and concern in his tone, and continued.

"You are such a music lover. The flute is like the most precious companion in your life..."

"They can lead you into the pure land of your soul, releasing all your sorrows and joys. Why today, do you have the heart to break this beloved jade flute into two pieces? Is there some unspeakable hardship, or is it..."

Having said that, Xu Xingchen slowly put down the white jade flute in his hand, which had a soft texture and a luster like jade. His deep eyes were full of understanding and exploration as he quietly stared at Xia Qingqing opposite him.

Hearing this, Xia Qingqing was startled at first, then she lowered her head and carefully looked at the emerald green jade flute in her hand, which was unfortunately broken by her accidentally using too much force.

The moonlight sprinkled on her body and the broken jade flute, adding a bit of sadness. Even so, Xia Qingqing still pursed her lips stubbornly, with a hint of unwillingness and anger in her eyes, and snorted at Xu Xingchen who was stunned in front of her.

"I...I...I just want to break it! How?"

There was a slight tremor in her voice, but she still tried to hide her inner fragility with a tough attitude.

"Humph, who made it so irritating!"

Xia Qingqing continued indignantly.

"Whenever I play a tune on this jade flute, it reminds me of that big bastard who once made me angry. All my good memories have been ruined by him! What's the point of keeping a jade flute like this? I'd rather not have it!"

Her beautiful brows were tightly knitted together, with unwillingness flashing in her eyes. There was a bit of childish stubbornness in her tone, as if she was trying to find a reasonable excuse for her behavior just now, or maybe she was trying to convince herself that all this impulse was caused by that bastard Yuan.

Then, Xia Qingqing took a deep breath, bit her lower lip tightly, and a firm and resolute look flashed across her pretty face, as if at this moment, she had made an extremely important decision.

Her slender arms, which were as delicate and smooth as solidified fat and seemed like water would come out if gently squeezed, suddenly waved in the air. This action carried an unquestionable determination and strength, as if to dispel all hesitation and reluctance.

She threw the emerald green jade flute, which was originally as smooth as jade and shining, but now broke into two pieces for some reason, out of the window.

The broken jade flute drew a sad and resolute arc in the air, like a meteor across the night sky, carrying endless regret and sorrow, and finally disappeared into the vast night outside the window.

Only a faint green luster is left, flickering faintly in the cold moonlight, as if quietly telling an unfinished love affair, as well as the complex emotions and unspeakable stories contained therein.

Seeing this, Xu Xingchen couldn't help but sigh softly, that sigh seemed to contain endless worry and heartache, his eyes were full of tenderness and deep concern, he seemed to be considering his next words, and slowly spoke.

"Qingqing, although I don't know what unpleasant things have happened to you recently that have made you so worried, but the way you look now, with your furrowed brows and tightly pursed lips, clearly reveals that you are feeling very upset, as if a heavy burden is weighing on your heart."

"No one is saintly, so who can be emotionless? Emotions are an inevitable part of each of us. They influence our thoughts and behaviors, but if we let these negative emotions accumulate in our hearts, they will not be released."

"Over time, it will cause an illness, which will not only affect your mood, but also cause damage to your physical and mental health. You must vent it. Say it now, and you will find that you will feel much better."

When Xia Qingqing involuntarily raised her light head slowly, her eyes, as clear as spring water and bright as stars, looked at Xu Xingchen opposite her with a little shyness and expectation.

He was looking at her quietly with a pair of deep and warm eyes. Those eyes seemed to contain endless affection and stories. At this moment, they were flashing with an unusually bright and gentle light, like the brightest stars in the night sky, making people unable to help but indulge in them.

This sudden gaze made Xia Qingqing's originally fair and pretty face turn red.

The blush was as delicate and charming as the peach blossoms blooming in the morning light, adding a touch of moving charm to her. She pursed her moist lips slightly, as if trying to calm her inner panic and throbbing.

Then, summoning up his courage, he answered softly with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.

"Is there any wine? I'd like to...drink some."

Hearing this, Xu Xingchen raised his eyebrows slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his deep eyes, as if he felt a little unexpected about what Xia Qingqing had just said. He tilted his head slightly, a slightly playful arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he spoke slowly.

"Wine? Are you sure?"

Hearing this, Xu Xingchen was stunned at first, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, but then he suddenly realized, as if a flash of lightning had pierced the fog in his heart, and he completely understood Xia Qingqing's deep intention of wanting to drown her sorrows in alcohol.

"Well, get drunk to relieve your worries! Perhaps only alcohol can make you forget those troubles temporarily."

Looking at Xia Qingqing like this, Xu Xingchen couldn't help but feel an inexplicable emotion in his heart. It was an indescribable emotion that included sympathy and pity for her experience.

Mixed with admiration for her character, this emotion quietly grew in Xu Xingchen's heart, like a bud nourished by the spring rain, taking root and sprouting without him noticing.

However, at the same time, a question emerged in his mind: You are a girl, and you are drinking with me, a man, under the moon. Aren't you afraid of rumors and gossips, or the dead of night?

A man and a woman are alone in a room, and then...

But when the words came to his lips, Xu Xingchen swallowed them back, because he knew that what Xia Qingqing needed at this moment might just be a listener and company, rather than more words and concerns.

Afterwards, Xu Xingchen told the waiter to prepare some excellent wine and food and send them up. Upon hearing this, the waiter immediately responded with a smile on his face, walking briskly in the corridor.

In less than half an hour, the atmosphere in the room had become warm and lively, and the table was already filled with a variety of delicacies, which exuded enticing aromas and were brightly colored, making people salivate.

There are braised lion's head, with a crispy outer skin and tender and juicy inner part; there are steamed sea bass, with delicate and silky meat, which is even more delicious with the fragrance of green onion, ginger and garlic; and there are golden and crispy fried chicken nuggets, each bite is full of rich fragrance, it is simply a feast of color, aroma and taste.

Surrounded by all these delicacies, there are also several jars of long-sealed old wines. The jars are covered with traces of time, and it seems that you can feel the mellow historical charm with just a slight sniff.

At this moment, Xia Qingqing's pair of delicate and smooth hands, as delicate as solidified fat, lightly and gracefully opened the lid of a jar of old wine that had been sealed for a long time. As the lid was slowly removed, a mellow and rich aroma of wine that seemed to be able to penetrate the years instantly filled the entire room.

It slowly blends with the aroma of all kinds of delicacies on the table, entwining and setting off each other, creating a harmonious and wonderful atmosphere that is both warm and indescribable.

Xia Qingqing first picked up a porcelain bowl and gently poured a bowl of wine for Xu Xingchen. The wine was clear and translucent, like a piece of warm amber under the light, exuding an attractive luster and a faint mellow fragrance.