[Xiyao] How did you live a dream in the past

The location of Lan Xichen's Patriarch's quiet room is not to mention remote, and the inside is extremely simple, except for some necessary living utensils, there are only some obscure ancient classics, which has brought the spirit of the ascetic to the extreme.

Therefore, three things stand out.

A pitch-black seven-stringed Jiaoweiqin, a purple-gold censer with carved tripods, and a sealed box.

Lan Xichen sat in front of the desk, stared at the box for a long time, his eyes were misty and distant, as if he was looking back at other things through the box.

After a long time, the slender fingers picked apart the crumbling seal, and slowly opened the box.

There is no howling of evil spirits, no Huabao streamer, what is there, just an ordinary sword.

This sword looks ordinary, even filled with a deep sense of death, but it is very suitable for the sad and desperate name - hate life.

Former Immortal Governor, Jin Guangyao's hatred.It seems to be a one-word prophecy, hate life.

At the beginning, Lan Xichen took great pains to get the sword, but after returning to Yunshen, he immediately put it in the box, and even put a seal on it under the pressure of the outside world.

After three years of quiet thinking, facing each other day by day, he never took a look at it, but Lan Xichen remembered every line on the sword clearly.

Gently took out Hensheng, and placed it in front of the desk. Lan Xichen's eyes shone with tiny gleams, like crushed stars, blown away by the wind, and under the moonlight, there were faint starbursts.

"I remember, A Yao, you used to like to let me teach you songs..."

Maybe Jin Guangyao asked Lan Xichen to teach him to play "Pure Heart" for a more innocent purpose, but after all, Lan Xichen is not an inexperienced boy, why can't he see it at all?

If it wasn't for Jin Guangyao's sincere learning, how could Lan Xichen have not noticed it at all?

If not seriously...

Don't think about the later "Luan Soul", Lan Xichen only remembers Jin Guangyao's eyes at that time - the concentration emanating from the depths of the soul, as if, there is only... Lan Xichen left in this world.

"Second brother's piano skills are not as good as Wangji's, and he doesn't know many pieces, but in fact, he really wants to play them all for you..."

The fingertips caressed the strings, making a low vibrato, and each piece of music flowed gracefully from under Lan Xichen's fingers.

The snow outside the house began to decrease at some point. The clear and elegant snowflakes, catering to the music wafting from the quiet room, drifted slowly among the rolling mountains.

For some reason, Shan was listening silently.

It doesn't know why, this scene is extremely beautiful, but also so beautiful that it is helplessly sad.

The music is still telling, endlessly telling...

A Yao, familiar, unfamiliar, happy, sad, helpless, resentful, joyful, lonely...

Thousands of kinds, all for you.

"The last song." Lan Xichen paused, "I want to listen to you, "Question of the Spirit"."

In the evening, the jackdaw shines in the evening.

There are bells and chimes in ancient temples, but Yu Fanyin sings.

I ask the spirit today, dare to ask a few words.

Don't lose, don't forget, don't like, don't mourn.

……

The smoke is burning and the pedestrians are busy.

The white horse is late, and the cool breeze is rustling.

He bowed his head and asked, where is the road.

It is better to return to the voyage if you are delusional.

……

A pot of turbid wine, laughing and drinking tragically.

If you don't go, you will never forget your worries.

The original desire is not disturbed, but the obsession becomes crazy.

Talking about this song comforts my heart.

……

Sigh!Sigh!The fleeting time is lost.

Alas!Miss it!Big dream.

Ask the spirit a song, Weiyang sings cool.