After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

Chang Xiaoqing didn't speak.

His gaze passed the puppet and landed on Lin Mao's face.

Lin Mao was telling the story of the year, obviously he was such a hard-to-find puppet in the world, but he played the piano so clumsily.

But Chang Qing was still so happy to bring the puppet to play the piano in front of the junior brother, and when he heard the familiar clumsy sound of the piano flowing from the puppet's fingertips, the angry boy chased Chang Qing and beat him all the way.

Lin Mao didn't know how soft the look in his eyes was when he was talking about the past in a low voice. The faint sweetness seemed to meander along decades of long time, and finally stopped at the man with a young face and a soul. The corner of the mouth of the already aged young man turned into a faint smile.

"Xiaoqing, do you want to watch the puppet play the piano?"

Suddenly, Lin Mao asked.

Chang Xiaoqing was startled.

But after Lin Mao asked this sentence, he bent down as if he had heard Chang Xiaoqing's answer.

Under the coffee table next to the puppet was a hidden compartment. Lin Mao opened the hidden compartment familiarly, and took out a guqin from it.

"Well, look, even the violin is still here."

Lin Mao stroked the dull body of the piano and said softly.

He put the guqin on the coffee table, and helped the puppet that looked like a real person to sit in a sitting position.

Then, he stretched out his hand into the long loose hair of the puppet, and moved his fingers slightly.In the quiet night, there was a tooth-piercing sound of gears rubbing against each other, but it was Lin Mao who wound up the puppet.

At this time, Chang Xiaoqing was still able to maintain his expression unchanged.

But when Lin Mao withdrew his hand from behind the puppet, the puppet moved surprisingly by itself——

"Den-"

The clear and distant piano sound rippling from the fingertips made of puppet jade.

The golden bell on the puppet's wrist rang lightly, echoing the sound of the piano.

Chang Xiaoqing's expression changed.

At this moment, Chang Xiaoqing felt that there seemed to be an invisible ripple trembling and spreading in the cold air...

It was indeed as Lin Mao said, the sound of the piano played by the puppet was jerky and clumsy.

However, it is also in this piano music that it seems that there are countless waves of time rushing towards Chang Xiaoqing fragmentedly.

That day must be a day of spring.

Chang Xiaoqing even had hallucinations in front of her eyes...

The sky is light blue, with bright sunlight falling from among the clouds.The young man among the coral and jade trees is like a fairy, even his angry expression seems to be shimmering.

The tall young man, who pretended to run away under the boy's fist, suddenly turned around behind a corridor, and then embraced the boy who was too late to stop in his arms.

【"...What's so bad about it? In my heart, the tune played by the cat is the sound of nature in the world, and no one else can compare it."】

At that time, someone should have said this to the boy.

Chang Xiaoqing's pupils dilated in an instant, and he seemed to see the gorgeous and unreal scene in the courtyard where the two of them are now. The coral trees at that time were more bright red than now, and the jade leaves and golden branches were even more dazzling. .

However, that scene did not last long.

Since when did that man's smile disappear from his face?

【"Senior Brother Chang, you are a big bastard!"】

【"Brother...I hate you..."】

【"Brother, don't do this kind of thing anymore, okay? This is really wrong..."】

【"Brother, without you...I...what should I do..."】

……

The old boy grabbed his cuff, looked up and stared at him sadly.

Painful, hoarse pleas one after another, like the sound of weeping blood.

Chang Xiaoqing's heart tightened.

"Sorry……"

Unknowingly, Chang Xiaoqing murmured softly.

……

……

……

"Xiaoqing?"

Lin Mao looked at him in surprise.

The illusion once again faded away from Chang Xiaoqing's side like a tide.

Chang Xiaoqing shivered violently, and recovered from the trance again.

In the abandoned barren courtyard, the sound of the puppet's piano continued, and I don't know how many times it repeated.

Lin Mao didn't pay too much attention to Chang Xiaoqing who started talking to himself out of nowhere.At this time, he frowned slightly, and looked at the puppet with some distress.

"Hey, it looks like it's been left in this place for too long... This piece should stop after playing it once."

I don't know what's wrong with the mechanism inside the puppet, and it can't stop at this time.Just like that, soon there was a frightening creaking sound from inside the puppet.

Lin Mao hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't bear to destroy the puppet, so he quickly pulled out the hairpin from his hair, and wiped it somewhere on the puppet's vest——

"Den-"

Guqin let out a piercing mournful cry.

The movement of the puppet suddenly stopped in place.

And as the sound of the piano stopped, the nostalgia and sweetness that came to my heart because of finding the old thing disappeared in the night like the gray smoke from the extinguished candle.

Brother Chang is dead.

The Valley of Forgetfulness is gone.

Even this other villa is now nothing but a useless ruin.

It was like waking up suddenly from a very beautiful dream...

Lin Mao's eyes fell on the puppet, and after a while, he suddenly patted the non-existent dust on his knees, and walked out of the tea pavilion.

"Forget it," Lin Mao glanced back at the puppet, and the smile on his face faded, "After all, it is an old artifact, and it will inevitably be damaged... But I was a little sentimental this night, and instead, Xiaoqing, you are here Listen to something."

"nothing."

Chang Xiaoqing said sullenly.

"Let's go back first...these days are really thrilling, and there is still a way to go tomorrow."

Lin Mao said.

Chang Xiaoqing was very keenly aware that under Lin Mao's seemingly calm appearance, his mood was extremely depressed.

He was trying to squeeze out words to comfort the other party, but suddenly he felt a familiar breath in the ruins of the garden.

It was something dark and decaying.

Unpleasant, with a faintly rancid and bloody shadow.

"call……"

Another gust of wind blew by.

Chang Xiaoqing's expression froze, and she stretched out her hand to hold Lin Mao in her arms again.

"Then I will take Master back."

Lowering her eyes, hiding all her expressions in the depths of her pupils, Chang Xiaoqing said to Lin Mao.

Before Lin Mao could answer, his figure was lifted lightly, and he flew towards the courtyard like a bird in the forest.

……

When the two people got farther and farther away, the barren courtyard soon returned to lifeless again, and even the smooth shark beads on the coral tree seemed to become dim accordingly.

"Snapped……"

The soft sound of dead leaves being crushed.

A rickety figure walked slowly through the dead silence, and walked out from the dark shade of the trees.

He stood in the very center of the yard, and stared at the backs of the two people who had completely merged into the night with his neck raised for a long time.He didn't turn around slowly until he was sure that the two of them had disappeared completely, and walked towards the tea pavilion where Lin Mao had stayed before.

The puppet still maintained its previous posture, sitting strangely in front of the guqin.

The hollow black pupils stared forward, reflecting the crooked figure's face.

A face full of grooves, wrinkles superimposed on wrinkles, dry and dull skin drooping above the skeleton, even the facial features have become blurred, behind the drooping eyelids, there are a pair of white and cloudy pupils.

I'm afraid even if Lin Mao stood in front of this old man, it might be difficult to recognize that this old man who seemed to have one foot in hell was someone he knew.

This shadow... is the nameless old man.

Or, we should call Liu him, Changqing.

Compared to the time when he lived quietly outside Wangyou Valley, or when he rescued Lin Mao in Jiaocheng, the nameless old man has become more aged and decayed.

He looked maybe a hundred years old, or two hundred years old, as if the next second, he would fall directly to the ground and turn into a mummified corpse.

At this time, he was carefully squinting his eyes, sitting where Lin Mao sat before, observing the puppet.

"Really, I didn't like it back then, and I still don't like it now..."

He stretched out his hand and touched the hairpin left by Lin Mao, the wrinkles on his face trembled - perhaps, it could be called a smile.

He repaired the puppet quickly and surprisingly deftly.

And the hairpin was also taken off properly, carefully placed in a handkerchief, and sent into his arms.

"That's Master's hairpin. If he doesn't see the hairpin when he comes back tomorrow, he might become suspicious."

The moment the unknown old man put the hairpin into his arms, Chang Xiaoqing's deep voice came from outside the tea pavilion.

The nameless old man didn't move at all.

It seemed that he was not surprised at all, Chang Xiaoqing went back and returned again and again.

He stretched out his withered fingers and gently combed the puppet's long hair.

"He won't come back to see it." The nameless old man said, "Your master...sometimes his heart is as soft as a little girl's, and sometimes his heart is as hard as a stone. To him, everything in this villa has long been It's a thing of the past, so after seeing this night today, tomorrow, he will never come again."

"What do you want to do?"

The cold sword tip touched the back of the unknown old man.

Chang Xiaoqing asked coldly.

"You were here just now, weren't you?"