Xiao Qiuhan entered the room and looked up, only to see that the decoration of this room was not luxurious, nor was it as magnificent as he imagined. But it is this simplicity, tranquility, and casualness that makes people feel comfortable. On the table in the room, there are all kinds of cakes and fruits, which are so dazzling and diverse that you can't help but move your fingers.
On the other side of the table, there was a woman in a golden shirt sitting. This person was covered in white gauze, but she had a hint of mystery. In front of the woman, there was a guqin. There are scorch marks on the tail of the guqin, which must be the legendary scorched-tail guqin.
The Jiaowei Guqin was made by Cai Yong, a famous master of the Eastern Han Dynasty. It is very rare and precious. It is said that Cai Yong once rescued a piece of sycamore wood that had not been burned out and had an unusual sound from the fire. He made a lyre according to the length and shape of the wood. The sound of this instrument is extraordinary, and because there are still burn marks on the tail, it is named Jiaowei. Jiaowei, on the other hand, is famous all over the world for its pleasant sound and unique production method.
As a lover of music, Xiao Qiuhan was also very happy when he saw the legendary Jiaowei Guqin. At this time, this mysterious woman in a golden shirt slowly raised her head and looked at Xiao Qiuhan lightly, with a hint of curiosity in her bright eyes.
The long black hair, like a waterfall, was casually spread around her waist without any modification. The gentle willow eyebrows are as light as water, and the charming red phoenix eyes are extremely charming, but the beautiful eyes are covered by the white silk-like veil. The white gauze covers her face, but makes this woman in gold shirt a little mysterious.
She has fair earlobes and neck, and below that is a pair of plump breasts, which show proud curvature under the clothes. Although he couldn't see his true face clearly, it was not difficult to guess that this person must have an alluring appearance and peerless beauty. She just sat quietly in the room, full of mystery yet seductive, mesmerizing and extremely beautiful.
This woman is dressed in a golden shirt, has an outstanding temperament, and has a royal aura. This is not caused by nurture or environment, but by innate nobility that is exuded inadvertently. She is like the high-altitude dragon of the Nine Heavens, which makes people unable to bear to blaspheme, but also makes people unable to help but worship her. And this woman's eyes seem to have a kind of magic power. Once they look into each other's eyes, they will sink into her eyes and make them unable to extricate themselves.
Xiao Qiuhan was also absent-minded for a moment. Looking into this person's eyes, the feeling was so familiar, as if he had been there before, yet it was as if he had met him for the first time in his life. This familiar yet unfamiliar feeling cannot be explained to outsiders. Although he was amazed by this person's beauty and temperament, he was not completely confused at this time.
He calmed down, looked at the woman in gold and smiled, sat down casually, and placed the sword on the table. He picked up a piece of osmanthus cake on the table and put it into his mouth. The osmanthus cake melted in his mouth and was very delicious.
Seeing that Xiao Qiuhan was unmoved by her, the woman in the golden shirt also flashed a hint of surprise in her eyes, but she was more curious. You must know that over the years, she has met many so-called proud men and so-called royal nobles. But Xiao Qiuhan was the first to see her remain calm.
She looked at Xiao Qiuhan quietly, feeling as if she had seen this person somewhere. But she can be sure that she has never seen this person since she was a child, but this familiar and subtle feeling lingers in her heart and can never go away.
Although she was surprised, she didn't show anything wrong at this time. She glanced at Xiao Qiuhan, and then said: "Young Master is so good at playing the flute, I admire him."
Although her peerless appearance was obscured by white gauze, her eyes were smiling and intoxicating. The sound is even more like that of an oriole in the empty valley. It is very clear and beautiful, and is unforgettable.
"Young lady, I'm so impressed. My piano skills are also very good. Just like the sound of nature, it's astonishing and I admire you." Xiao Qiuhan said with a slight smile.
"Young Master, you're welcome. It's fate that we meet today. I wonder if you can tell me your name." The woman in the golden shirt said with a faint smile.
"I'm Xiao Qiuhan." Xiao Qiuhan said with a smile. Hearing the three words Xiao Qiuhan, the woman in the golden shirt inadvertently trembled in her heart, as if an electric current passed through her heart. She didn't know why, as if there was a certain destiny.
"I wonder if the girl can tell her her name?" Xiao Qiuhan quietly looked into the eyes of the woman in the golden shirt, with a trace of expectation in her eyes. The woman in the golden shirt looked into Xiao Qiuhan's eyes and felt panicked for no reason. She hurriedly looked away, not daring to look at him again.
"My surname is Ao and my name is Fei'er." The woman in the golden shirt lowered her head and said softly. He accidentally said his name, but it was too late to regret it.
"Why am I like this today? Why did I inadvertently let down my guard in front of a strange man and say my real name without hesitation?" Ao Feier thought to herself.
"Ao Fei'er, Fei'er..." Xiao Qiuhan murmured to himself, why is this name so familiar, as if it has been silently recited in his heart for thousands of years. It was as if today's encounter had already appeared thousands of times in dreams in the past, without any sense of inconsistency. It's this feeling of déjà vu that I can't explain.
He has been having the same dream since he was a child. There was a girl in the dream, and he seemed to have been with that girl for a long time. He didn't know why he loved someone so much in this life, so much that he couldn't help himself, and he loved so much that he forgot himself, even though it was just a dream.
Xiao Qiuhan shook his head helplessly, but when he looked at Ao Feier, there was a different feeling in his eyes. It seemed as if there was a voice telling him that the girl who appeared in the dream was Ao Feier in front of him.
Ao Fei'er also looked up at Xiao Qiuhan at this moment, but the familiar feeling in her heart became stronger and stronger. She vaguely remembered a strange dream she had had since she was a child. In the dream, there was a man in white who accompanied her all the time. Laugh with her, cry with her, grow up with her, and protect yourself silently.
She never thought that there was a person in the world who would treat her so well. I love her more than I love myself. Although it was just a dream, a dream that had been repeated countless times, it seemed to be real. But in the dream, his face was so blurry that it was difficult to distinguish.
She shook her head helplessly, but the familiar memory became blurry again. But the figure in the dream gradually overlapped with the Xiao Qiuhan in front of him, and the blurry face in the dream gradually became clear at this moment. Could it be him? Is he the person who has appeared countless times in my dreams?
"Xiao Qiuhan."
"Ao Feier."
The two looked at each other, smiled, and called each other's names. This was the first time the two called each other's names, but it seemed as if they had known each other for a long time. It was as if an electric current passed through their hearts, and a different kind of emotion spread at this moment.
The two of them just looked at each other in silence, and the familiar feeling in their hearts became stronger and stronger. I don’t know how long has passed, but time seems to have passed only a moment, and it seems that thousands of years have passed.
