I am a swordsman in a strange city

Chapter 79 The Golden Hair in the Crowd
The next afternoon, Shi Nanfeng met Liu Yijia.

Wearing a hat and a mask, Liu Yijia entered her shop and was led into a room by Shi Nanfeng, where she sat cross-legged on a wooden rattan cushion on a tatami mat.

She brought over two more cups of coffee and said, "Jiajia, I wanted to ask you yesterday, you weren't going at all, but after watching that video you wanted to go see it, what's wrong, you've got your eye on it?"

After taking off her mask and hat, Liu Yijia said, "I've been too stressed filming lately, so I wanted to relax a bit and listen to some music."

"Then let's go listen to a musical," Shi Nanfeng said with a smile.

Liu Yijia sipped her coffee, tilting her head to one side, ignoring Shi Nanfeng's ambiguous smile.

"Nan Nan, what do you think it takes for someone to suddenly become so melancholic and withdrawn?"

"What? Jiajia, do you know him?" As Liu Yijia's childhood friend, Shi Nanfeng could guess most of what was going on as soon as Liu Yijia mentioned it.

“I don’t know. I feel it’s him, but I don’t want it to be him. If it is him, and he has become like this, I feel like crying whenever I think about it. You don’t know, I didn’t sleep at all last night. I kept watching this video. The more I watched, the more it looked like him, and the more it looked like him, the less I wanted it to be him.”

As Liu Yijia spoke, her eyes actually turned a little red.

Shi Nanfeng knew that her best friend was an outgoing person who had never made a friend in all these years and had never had any scandals in the entertainment industry. Even intimate scenes in movies required camera tricks or body doubles.

The only person she could never forget was that high school classmate she had never met.

At that time, she was learning spirit communication and rituals from her master. Liu Yijia had originally agreed with her to also learn spirit communication and rituals at her master's memorial hall, but in the end, she changed her mind and went to learn swordsmanship instead.

Shi Nanfeng still remembers her best friend saying, somewhat shyly but with a hint of pride, "This week I'm going to learn swordsmanship with him. You don't know, he looks so cool when he practices swordsmanship."

Shi Nanfeng said at the time that he wanted her to bring it over for a look.

She readily agreed at the time, but then one day, she suddenly became depressed, and later, she suddenly cried and said, "He's gone, I can't find him."

Shi Nanfeng took out a piece of paper, handed it over, and said gently, "You've been looking for him all these years. Now that he's appeared, you should be happy."

"Yes, I should be happy, but if it really is him, then he must have had a very difficult time all these years."

"You don't know, you've never met him. Back then, he always seemed fearless and unruly. He was always cheerful and full of energy, as if he could overcome any difficulty in front of him."

“But look at the person in that video, the sound of his flute, and the melancholy aura emanating from him. You are a psychic, so you should be able to sense it even better,” Liu Yijia said sadly.

As someone who runs a spirit medium, Shi Nanfeng is extremely sensitive to other people's emotions. Even though she has never met the person playing the flute, she can sense the deep and struggling emotions within them.

Like a drowning person, wanting to die but also being pulled back by another force, urging him not to sink and to try to live. As a whole, he struggles between these two emotions, sinking and struggling, constantly trying to redeem himself and constantly drowning in his own waters.

If someone like that comes to her shop, she will definitely give them a music therapy session, which might be able to heal them and alleviate their symptoms.

However, her music therapy also requires spiritual connection with the piano. Many people come here to spiritually connect with the piano when they are in a bad mood, and some even have to come to listen to it every now and then, as if they are addicted.

"Don't be too sad too soon. Maybe that person isn't the one you're looking for," Shi Nanfeng comforted him.

Liu Yijia simply shook her head and said nothing more.

Time slipped by amidst their intermittent conversation, and soon it was time to go see the play. Liu Yijia tied her hair up, then took out a shimmering gold wig from her handbag and put it on.

Seeing this in the rearview mirror, Shi Nanfeng immediately thought of her hair color back in high school.

At the time, Shi Nanfeng asked her why she suddenly wanted to dye her hair blonde. She remembered that her best friend just tossed her hair and didn't answer.

"Why did you change your hair color back to your high school color?" Shi Nanfeng asked. "Was it to get his attention?"

"Yes." Liu Yijia did not deny it.

"Did you dye your hair back then to get his attention?" Shi Nanfeng asked again.

"Yes." Liu Yijia still did not deny it.

"Sigh, if people knew that this popular young actress actually wore blonde hair again just to attract his attention, it would definitely be a huge trending topic tomorrow," Shi Nanfeng said with a mix of teasing and sighing.

Liu Yijia simply looked in the mirror and adjusted her makeup.

Soon it was time to enter. Liu Yijia had always been a cheerful and well-behaved girl, so no one expected her to be like this, especially since she was wearing a mask.

We made our way into the theater.

The theater wasn't very big, but it was packed, which shows that the play has become famous.

Their tickets were for the third row from the front, a very good spot.

The play had already started, and Liu Yijia's gaze was fixed on the second floor, where there were no lights and strips of gauze hanging down to obscure the view.

Liu Yijia tried hard to see the person sitting behind her, but she couldn't make out who it was.

However, upon hearing the opening flute music, she could clearly sense the emotions within it.

She didn't watch the play very carefully; she kept looking at the people behind it. She noticed that the people behind the gauze curtains were basically not looking down, as if they were daydreaming or bored, like someone sitting on a mountain watching the birds playing, completely unconcerned.

"This person exudes too much loneliness. He must be depressed and needs someone to comfort him," Shi Nanfeng said cautiously. She knew that such a person was dangerous, both for him and for her good friend.

The play finally ended, and the person behind the gauze curtain stood up and stood by the railing on the second floor. Darkness enveloped everything, but the scene suddenly fell silent. Then, the sound of a flute began to play, a sound that seemed to penetrate the soul and stir people's emotions.

A beam of light shone on him, and a man wearing a brass mask appeared there. He had long, flowing black hair, wore all black, and held a withered yellow flute in his hand.

Liu Yijia felt as if she had been electrocuted, and she involuntarily stood up.

"Pei Ju, Pei Ju!"

She uttered the name with trembling hands.

She didn't see his face completely, but at that moment, she was certain that it was Pei Ju.

(End of this chapter)