The flute I play can talk

Yin Ren just opened his eyes in a daze, and almost closed them and fell asleep.

I don't know if I fell asleep, maybe it was only a minute later, Yin Ren opened his eyes and restarted, no page existed anymore and he didn't want to open it.

Looking at the phone, it was already 7 o'clock in the evening. Yin Ren went to the refrigerator to find something to eat, only to find that there was nothing to eat immediately, because he had hired a nanny before, and he didn't have to buy three meals by himself. Now that he is on vacation, he still wants to be alone After waiting, I asked the nanny to go back. As a result, I either went out to play or called friends to the house to play, and ordered a few takeaways. The day passed like this, so I ate all the snacks at home, and I didn’t buy any food reserves.

It's better to order takeaway, Yin Ren slumped on the sofa, feeling so tired for no reason.

Yin Ren woke up suddenly.

The ringing of the incoming call filled the whole house, but Yin Ren was recalling whether those clips were dreams, and the words and deeds of the characters stimulated his nerves.

Yin Ren answered the phone, it was takeaway, well, at least ordering takeaway is not a dream.

eat.After eating, he seems to have regained some energy, and his brain seems to be able to move. Yin Ren felt a lot more relaxed. He took a deep breath and concentrated.

It seemed that he had been in the deep sea just now, oppressed and suffocated.

Yin Ren pulled himself together and sorted out the current situation—well, go to Yanshang first.

Going back to the room, I picked up the flute and called Yanshang a few times, thinking that he was probably sleeping, and there was nothing I could do about it, so I started playing, thinking that playing badly would force Yanshang out.He completely forgot that he also thought the same way last time, but how could he wake him up by doing this.

The flute really didn't respond, why not knock it?Yin Ren's thoughts gradually became bolder. At that time, he didn't realize that he was so eager to see Yanshang, as if he was afraid that he would never see him again, as if...all this was actually his imagination.After all, such things as monsters and elves, who can guarantee that they really exist in the real world?At least Yin Ren suddenly felt that everything was too unreal.

Thinking of this, Yin Ren started to move his hand, knocked on the edge of the table lightly, knocked a few times and shouted twice, but there was no response, and he increased his strength, but he was afraid that the knock would break and he didn't dare to really exert more strength.

After two or three times, he actually responded verbally: "Be quiet for a while." The voice was full of anger.

Yin Ren knew that the words would take care of him, so he put it away and waited, but it was two o'clock in the morning before the words came out again: "What's the matter?" A somewhat dissatisfied voice.

Yin Ren thought: This monster also has the spirit of getting up?

"I miss you." Yin Ren blurted out, and then he was also stunned.

She was also surprised in words, besides the surprise, there was even a trace of sarcasm: "Oh, so you still miss me. I haven't seen you for a long time, don't you almost forget me?" As if this should not be a rhetorical question but a declarative sentence, the tone of the voice really sank.

"It's not what I mean," Yin Ren took a deep breath, giving himself the courage to speak his mind: "Did you cast a spell on me or something?" Yin Ren took the chair in front of the desk and put his forearm on the back of the chair superior.

He said with a smile: "What did I do for you? What's wrong with you?"

Unexpectedly, Yin Ren was silent for two seconds, and said the same sentence: "I miss you." Yin Ren didn't know how to explain this matter, and was even more ashamed to express all his thoughts and feelings. Yin Ren gradually understood what kind of existence it was, or in other words, he slowly admitted and accepted it.

"Then think about it, I still have to practice. I was disturbed by you just now and almost died." In words, he didn't care much about Yin Ren's confession, and said the matter of life and death lightly.

Yin Ren was shocked: "I'm sorry..." He didn't know what else to say besides sorry.Apologizing is actually useless. If Yin Ren really said that he died, Yin Ren would also be sad and haggard.

"This afternoon..." I was still thinking about what to say, but I heard Yin Ren say, "I broke up with Luo Luo..."

He smiled again: "It's none of my business, I didn't abduct her."

"No, it's my problem." Yin Ren hurriedly explained.

"Oh, have you finally found out with conscience that you don't like her?" He said that he still needs to practice, but he didn't directly draw a magic circle to block the sound, but chatted with him as usual.

"I..." Yin Ren paused, "I like her very much, but I find that when I'm with her, I still think about other people." Yin Ren whispered more and more.Even though he was still inside the flute, Yin Ren's face was more than half covered by his forearm and the back of the chair, but in fact he didn't look out.

"I've already said that you don't like her in that way. Don't listen to the old man's words. The girls like you must be careful. If you don't like others, you should break up as soon as possible."

"Um……"

As for the love and love of teenagers and adolescents, I really don’t have much interest in words: "There is nothing important, I will talk about it after I finish my cultivation, and I will soon break through." In words, I feel that I will soon break through this situation and regain my freedom, which is inevitable. Some can't wait. "By the way, I won't play this flute until I'm done practicing."

Yin Ren responded with "Yes", and his words were completely silent.

The night outside the window was dark, but it didn't make Yin Ren feel sleepy.He stared blankly at the flute, with unexplainable emotions fermenting quietly in his heart.Maybe it's called loss, it's also called anticipation, and its real name is liking.

Waking up the next day, Yin Ren patted his face, smiled in the mirror, brushed his teeth and washed his face, ate some bread, and went out to buy groceries.

Yin Ren's cooking skills are good, although he used to hire part-time workers, cook meals after cleaning, and eat out on weekends, but he lives alone for a long time, so he still learns to cook a few dishes when he is interested.

As a result, Yin Ren found that cooking by himself feels really good, and of course it has to be delicious.Cooking becomes more enjoyable when you cook it well and enjoy the fruits of your labor for 10 minutes or even hours.Although washing dishes does not.

Yin Ren made two simple dishes, and sat in the huge dining room to eat alone, without even turning on the lights, and swiped his phone while eating.

It would be nice if you come to eat with me.Yin Ren suddenly thought so.

After lunch, Yin Ren took a short rest and started playing the flute. In fact, he wanted to take the flute that he said he lived in. It was said that his qi would help him practice.But now he said not to play the flute again, without explaining anything to him, but Yin Ren was still obedient and played other flutes.When you get tired of blowing, go downstairs for a walk, or watch variety shows or movies, and play again after watching.

The same was true on the third day, the fourth day, and the fifth day. He actually spent a lot of time playing the flute every day. He didn’t get tired of playing the melody no less than a hundred times, but Yin Ren thought about it. It seems that practicing other songs is not good, so I play other songs, and after I finish playing other songs, I find new songs to play, play pop songs, pure music, classical music, jazz, violin music... Yin Ren Standing in front of the window, facing the cabinet on the wall, Yin Ren couldn't explain it clearly. He only felt that the only way to relieve it was to keep blowing like this, but he didn't realize that something was growing at the same time...

On the fifth night, Yin Ren put his hands on the cabinet, looked down at the flute, and said softly, "Speaking of it, how long do you want to practice..."

I miss you so much.