6
"Sister, what a coincidence, I meet you again." A familiar voice came from not far behind me, and I turned around.
It's Ren Lang.
"What a coincidence. Ren Lang also came to the backyard to admire the moon?" He subconsciously tightened the shawl around his body.
I was about to turn around and ask Su Yue the second half of her sentence, but she had already disappeared.
"Since you are so elegant, why don't Sanniang come and sit in the courtyard with me?" The man behind me wearing a bamboo hat and wearing dark clothes was just like the tulle on his body, as if blown by the wind, he came behind me lightly, but Still politely keeping a distance of three feet.
But at this moment, the alarm bells in my heart were ringing loudly, and what Su Yue just said was like a bell ringing in my mind.
A person named Ren Jian lives here, and it seems that this person is very difficult to deal with. I have never known what Ren Lang's full name is. I don't think there are many people named Ren. This is the Song Dynasty, so the answer is obvious.
The man in front of me, who loves beauty and joy, and is "quite destined" to me, is dressed in black and wearing a bamboo hat. He is Ren Jian.
What scares me even more is, since the food and wine were all poisoned, why is he still alive? And he was there when he first came to the backyard. Doesn’t he need to attend the birthday banquet?
It can be seen that he has been looking at me, and I don't know how to answer for a while. After all, all the "people" at the banquet have been knocked down by me, and I can't find any reason to refuse. I think of Mr. Mahua from before, and I'm afraid that if he doesn't answer what he should answer, he will start to "change".
I had to agree to sit with him in the pavilion in the center of the courtyard. I didn't know what time it was, but I had to find a way to go back before Hai hour, otherwise I would have wasted another day.
And if there are really only six days left, I may not be able to afford it.
I don’t know what Ren Lang is next to me. I see the warehouse right in front of me, and every minute and second, time is like the sword of Damocles hanging over my head. The moon above my head is flashing weirdly even more wantonly and crazily. Deep red light.
After Ren Lang and I sat down, he took out a guqin from the banquet. Only then did I notice that the table in the pavilion was covered with bamboo mats, which were exquisitely placed, and there were also a pair of guqin stands. He placed the guqin directly on it, plucked the strings lightly and turned to look at me: "Sanniang, the night is long, would you like to hear me play a piece?"
What if I don't want to?
I want to go back, can you let me go back...
It is really the successor of formalism...
Seeing me nodding, he got up and started playing the piano.
Fortunately, I am a painter by profession, and perhaps I am somewhat familiar with art. I soon discovered that this song was the same one I heard yesterday.
The music is simple, melodious, and plays a thousand times. It is very beautiful. However, I only played part of it yesterday and I only listened to it in full today.
Paragraphs like "like resentment and admiration, like crying and complaining", "Sending a mayfly to the heaven and earth, a drop in the vast ocean" can't help but come to my mind.
Student of Suzhou University, I bet you have experienced hardships and experienced things that ordinary people have never experienced.
I no longer know what words to use to describe this music. I seemed to hear the sounds of all things in the world, and I instantly felt the insignificance and powerlessness of being drowned by the sounds of all things;
I seemed to see the vast universe, but when I looked back, I realized that I was just a tiny speck of dust in the universe;
I traveled through the world, I passed everything, and in the end I saw an endless abyss in front of me.
I don’t know how long it took, it seemed like centuries, the universe had changed several times, and it seemed like a moment, just a moment.
The song was about to end, and by the time I reacted, my clothes were already wet with tears.
A handkerchief was handed to him: "I was forgetting myself while playing the piano just now. Why is Sanniang crying?"
Maybe I was still immersed in the huge shock. I didn't recover for a while, so I took his handkerchief and wiped my cheeks. I could feel that the tip of my nose and cheeks should be flushed at this time.
Seeing that I didn't seem to have recovered, he patted my back with his hand. He didn't know why men and women could ignore the rules and not be intimate, but I had no time to care about this at this time.
Ren Lang patted my back with one hand and played the piano casually with the other. This time he just played a few notes at random. Compared with the previous music, it had a much smaller impact on me.
I'm thinking about who I am. I've been here for so long, but I don't know what influence I had before and I lost my memory. Although it may be due to the amnesia, I don't feel the passage of time in this world. Instead, I feel like a I am confused and ignorant of the new guy who just came here not long ago.
My memory is said to have been restored, but in fact it has only restored a corresponding part. I still don’t know who I am. Are my relatives and friends already anxious now that they found out that I have been locked up here for so long?
Maybe I even have no relatives or friends at all...
When I opened my eyes, I was lying on the bed with a ceiling of hanging beams and gauze hanging above my head.
There was no familiar vibration.
I closed my eyes and opened them again.
? ! Not a cave
Did I go back? I sat up immediately in excitement, only to realize that my surroundings were still in an antique room. The window I faced was opened, and I saw the scene outside.
