[Mo Dao Tongren] Chaomu·Twins

Lan Yinuo discovered the abnormality of Yinuoqin in a cold night.

In a room where the candles were extinguished, the body of the piano exuded a glint of light, flickering in silence, as if breathing in and out.

He sat up with his clothes on, got out of bed and collapsed.

As the footsteps approached, the flickering rhythm of the Yinuo Qin became faster and faster, but when he touched the strings, it became quiet.

what happened?

He simply straightened the piano and plucked the first string.

An unknown piece of music rises lightly under the fingertips, revealing tenderness in the silent cold night.

After the song was over, the boy withdrew his hand.In the quiet room, it seems that there is still the sound of the zither moving.

He got up, just about to turn around, but he didn't expect the piano behind him to play the piano song just now.

It has been more than a year.

It's not that I haven't tried to ask the spirit, and it's not that I haven't tried to forget.It's just the heart, once cut open, it's never whole again.

Lan Yinuo had a little bit of luck in his heart, but he kept convincing himself that the luck in the world was given to his father and father, and it would be impossible for God to show mercy again.

But, what if there is a surviving possibility?

It stands to reason that it is already spring during the Ching Ming Festival, but this year’s Ching Ming Festival not only rained, but also the cold air returned, which made the pedestrians on the road freeze to death.

Lan Yinuo avoided the mighty Nie family who came to offer sacrifices, watched Nie Yumo take the Wu family away leisurely, and then emerged from the shadow of the cedar tree.

After the restoration, Xinglu Ridge is still the same. The semicircular gray and white stone castle is like a big bowl on the ground, and the burning of the fire can still be seen among the grass and trees.

Lan Yinuo walked to a green mound.The small semicircular mound stands on the side of the mountain, looking at the continuous peaks.

Various offerings have been piled up in front of the tomb, and sandalwood incense is curled up on the incense burner and scattered with the wind.

The young man performed the ritual of worship meticulously, and then took out a stack of letter paper from his sleeve.The candlelight ignited the paper, and the burning confetti fluttered into the air, like butterfly feathers catching fire, and dissipated in the mountains in an instant.

"Qin'er, are you there?"

The letter paper written during this year, thousands of words, merged into one sentence, but I can't wait for the answer from the old man.

He couldn't say that his heart was not shaken at the moment when he heard Nie Qin tell the truth. The blood that broke through the wall tore the young heart to pieces in an instant.And he had to face himself, once delivered, there was no turning back.The sound of sorry drowned out the last words that should have been said.But should she be forgiven?Is that her fault.Or maybe, why didn't I see the clue from the girl's eyes earlier, why I couldn't rescue her from the mud.

Lan Yinuo sat down beside the green tomb, looking at the side of the tombstone, the mountains stretched endlessly, as if seeing the same scenery, as if sitting next to each other, leaning on each other.

Lan Yinuo turned around in amazement, seeing the Yinuoqin light up again, playing a song in the still night.

The melody is melodious, and the piano song is transparent and gloomy.The young man was fascinated when he heard it, this song seemed to be the same as the one just now, but not completely similar.

One song finished.

He only felt the wonders of the world, and he didn't know what he was thinking, so he stroked the piano again and plucked a piece of Asking the Spirit.

The sound of the string ushered in a response.

"who?"

- I don't know.

"Where are you coming from?"

--Mountain.

"Why do you drift away?"

- Regrets.

Lan Yinuo's fingertips trembled imperceptibly.

"Regret can be forgiven?"

--No solution.

Yes, there is no solution to regret.Just like a person has passed away, how can he return?

"To reconcile with oneself is to dissolve, let's go."

Thinking about it, Lan Yinuo withdrew his hand, but he didn't expect that the soul hadn't left yet.

— Trapped in the piano.

What?The young man was stunned for a moment, how could this strand of soul be trapped in the piano.

He was just about to pluck the strings again, only to hear the sound of the piano resounding.

——Regret is about love.

Why is there no love in the world.He thought to himself.

——Ask for everything.

"You said."

——Please stay in the piano for a while.

"..."

——Love is gone, regret is scattered, and spirit is gone.

"Never mind."

I am also a wandering person in the world, let's keep it.

The author has something to say: Although it is the beginning of sadism, it is HE