The night is hazy and the stars are shining.
Hong Ling stood at the window and looked out. The sky was dotted with stars. It was so beautiful that it made people dizzy and excited.
Hong Ling thought, why not go to the sky with Ye Kai to look at the stars.
So he put on his coat, moved lightly, walked out of the door, and came to Ye Kai's small bamboo house, and found that Ye Kai was not in the house.
Ye Kai's newly built bamboo house does not have a secret door. It is just a small room with nothing else except a bed, table and chairs.
Hong Ling came to Ye Kai's house and didn't see Ye Kai, but she saw the "Good Song" written by Ye Kai.
She recited it repeatedly, feeling more and more the profound artistic conception revealed in this poem, and an impulse suddenly emerged in her heart.
"The meaning of this word is the same as what I think. It seems that we are the same kind of people."
She took out the note, spread it out in the palm of her hand, pondered for a moment, and finally made up her mind.
Lifting his arm slightly, the piece of paper in his hand slowly floated up, suspended in mid-air.
He stretched out his hand and a quill appeared in his hand.
She bit her index finger, stained it with blood, and wrote on the paper: The bright moon shines brightly on the world, and I hope you will return independently. My heart remains unchanged despite the turmoil of the mortal world, and I am willing to accompany you to grow old together.
There are two beautiful small characters written on the signature - Hong Ling.
After she finished writing, she blew gently to remove all the blood remaining on the rice paper and regained her composure.
…
Ye Kai and Lin Wan'er had fun until late at night.
Ye Kai's skills completely conquered Lin Wan'er and he was sincerely convinced.
At this moment, she really wanted to nestle in Ye Kai's arms and listen to him talk about the secrets of Qindao. However, she already had a husband. Although her husband had passed away long ago, she could not break the rule of not being intimate between men and women.
Ye Kai said: "It's getting late, why don't we give up here, Miss Wan'er, let's continue tomorrow."
Lin Wan'er took out the music score and responded: "Only Mr. Ye can appreciate this music score. Wan'er has read it many times, but unfortunately he still can't find an opportunity to make a breakthrough. Since Mr. Ye can help solve my doubts, I'd really appreciate it. "
Ye Kaidao: "In this case, then I will. It is better to obey your orders than to be respectful."
Ye Kai put away the music score and said, "It's time to go back."
Lin Wan'er said with some reluctance: "How about we meet here some other time?"
Ye Kai nodded in agreement.
The two left hand in hand.
…
Ye Kai returned to Xiaoyao Peak and smelled the smell of blood, and immediately became vigilant.
When I returned to the house, I found the song I had written lying on the table, with a few extra lines of red fonts on it.
Ye Kai picked it up and looked at it, frowning slightly, and secretly said in surprise: "I didn't expect that this girl turned out to be an infatuated woman. She would rather give up everything to pursue the one she loves. It seems that I misunderstood her..." Then he used She sniffed it and said, "It turns out that the smell of blood came from this good song... Did she bite off her finger and write this love poem with blood? What an infatuated girl."
Ye Kai looked at the love poem written by Hong Ling and felt inexplicably guilty.
Ye Kai didn't know why he felt this way, as if he had done something wrong, but he really didn't do anything. He thought about it and finally decided to find a time to talk to Hong Ling.
…
When Lin Wan'er returned to the room, her heart couldn't calm down for a long time. All the images in her mind were of Ye Kai playing the piano, and they couldn't get rid of them.
Wan'er thought about the scene when she first met Ye Kai, and how Ye Kai had expressed his love to her many times and how devastated he was after knowing that he had a husband. Let her live, a warm current surged in my heart, and a trace of tears appeared in the corners of my eyes.
She wanted to accept his love, but she couldn't, because her husband's revenge had not been avenged, and she only had hatred in her heart. She couldn't be sorry to her husband, she couldn't.
She wiped away her tears and sat cross-legged on the futon.
She closed her eyes and entered the cultivation state, adjusting her breath. Slowly, she entered an ethereal state and devoted herself wholeheartedly to cultivation...
