"I came over quietly, I hope it won't delay your performance." In the elegant seat upstairs where I had been last time, Youmeng personally handed a gift box to the spiritual practitioner, "You took care of my foot injury last time. This is a thank you gift for you. I hope you like it."

The spiritual practitioner opened the box, took out the long skirt of hookah blue flowing jade feathers, held it in his hand and looked it out from top to bottom, unable to bear to exclaim: "The exquisite fabric and workmanship of this kind is exquisite and eye-catching... This beautiful dress is expensive, right?"

"Sister Lingxiu is a fresh and refined person. If I give you some gold, silver and jewelry, I will definitely be disliked by you. This dress has just been made and is brand new. When I saw the embroidery of "Flowering to the Immortal", I thought that my sister's tall beauty would be more delicious." Youmeng looked at the clothes, looked back at Lingxiu, and smiled in her eyes as if the stars were filled with stars, "When you wear it on stage to perform, you will definitely be more dazzling and amazed all living beings!"

Ling Xiu heard that this dress was specially made by her, and she felt that she couldn't afford it. "How could I accept such a valuable gift?" She hurriedly folded it and put it back in the box, "No, you'd better take it back."

Youmeng locked her frown and pouted and acted coquettishly with her: "If you don't want to accept it, do you want to make friends with me?"

Ling Xiu turned around and saw her expression, her heart softened again: "This is two different things. Alas... you made me feel embarrassed, and I have nothing to give back to you..."

Youmeng then pressed her hand as if she was stressed and refused to hand her back to the box: "You don't have to give anything, just accept it!"

"Since that's the case..." Ling Xiu thought about it, and suddenly smiled mysteriously, "Then I happened to give you this thing in hand."

After saying that, she took out an exquisite carved wooden box, which originally pushed towards Youmeng as if she had been deliberately hidden. When Youmeng opened it, there was only a stack of silk in it. Under the guidance of Lingxiu's eyes, she spread the silk out and looked at it, and then she realized that the silk was ink on the silk, which turned out to be a music score.

Smelling the faint fragrance of the god on the silk surface, You Meng carefully read it: "What a lingering tune... It's also the style of Jiangnan music. It looks very lively just by looking. If you play it, it will definitely be extraordinary!"

The spiritual practitioner smiled beside him: "I knew you must know the goods."

Youmeng raised her eyes from behind the silk silk and looked at her, and was overjoyed: "It's still the spiritual sister who is intent. The gift she gave me is unique and deeply loved by me!"

Unexpectedly, the spiritual cultivator smiled bitterly and curled his lips: "I am just borrowing flowers to offer Buddha. In fact, this is the new song written by Master Su."

Youmeng was suddenly shocked and her fingertips trembled slightly: "Then this silk handkerchief..."

"Of course it's his." Ling Xiu smiled, looking as if he was taken for granted.

Youmeng thought to herself: Sipa is something that can be given to men and women in ordinary relationships, right? Look at these two musicians, not only are a young handsome man and beautiful woman, but also work together, day and night, and the zither and zither are so harmonious that it makes people imagine...

Youmeng glanced at her with the afterglow sensitively, and a hidden sensation arose in her heart. In order to hide her thoughts, her face still pretended to be calm, and she lowered her eyes to look on the silk. This time she looked carefully at the silk handkerchief, not the music score.

She saw a pink and white stamen embroidered at the bottom of the silk, which was not like peach blossoms or plum blossoms. She asked in a low voice: "Sir Su...he...he likes apricot blossoms very much?"

"Yes, you recognized it as apricot blossom at a glance!" Seeing that she was really smart, spiritual cultivation was so happy that she opened her conversation. "Su Lexiu likes apricot blossom the most. He said that many years ago, he planted apricot blossoms in the courtyard of his hometown."

Youmeng's mind was a little drifting, and her eyes wandered, "Since it is a new song he composed, how can you give it to others at will?"

"What's wrong? That's what he meant."

When the spiritual cultivator said something unconsciously, Youmeng became even more shocked.

Under her blank gaze, Ling Xiucai smiled and said: "That day after you went back, he came to find me and asked me if I had mentioned him and his pipa to a female guest that night. I thought that was you, although you were a 'private' that night..."

Looking back on the incident, Youmeng suddenly felt that she was in a bad mood. She turned her head too embarrassed and smiled even more ugly.

"I felt strange at that time, why did he ask me for you?" The spiritual practitioner said without even realizing it. "He was covering up what he didn't want to say, but after I asked him repeatedly, he revealed to me. That night, a girl with unfamiliar voice asked him for music through the door. Later, while playing the piano with her, she found that she was a soulmate."

Youmeng's face was hot and she didn't dare to look up, and she said timidly, "Then he... didn't mention how he was taking the liberty when I trespassed into the backyard that night..." She wouldn't even say something like peeking at him changing clothes? That would be too embarrassing...

Spiritual cultivation did not understand her implicit meaning: "No, he only said that the girl is extraordinary in nature, has a very intelligent heart, and has a high understanding of music, so she asked me to find an opportunity to give this song to the girl. If the girl likes it and fills a poem for her leisure, it would be best."

Youmeng suddenly felt flattered and had not yet recovered from her shame. She said in a hurry: "I am a little ignorant and shall not take the big responsibility, and I will destroy his natural music in vain..."

"Miss, don't belittle yourself." Ling Xiu gently patted the back of her hand. "Mr. Su rarely had a heart-to-heart talk with outsiders, and he never had a new song for giving to others. Now that he set a precedent, he must be very cherishing of the girl. Then we should naturally believe in his vision, don't you?"

Youmeng tried her best to calm her mind. "Then I'll try..." A thought arose, "By the way, is he in the museum today? Can I see him in person?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished asking, she saw the spiritual cultivator's smile froze, and then became gloomy: "Of course he is willing to see you, but it's a pity that you came by accidentally, Master Su... He is not here."

"What about tomorrow?" Youmeng didn't understand the truth, so he refused to give in. "Is he here tomorrow? I can come again tomorrow."

The spiritual practitioner could not hide his loss: "He has left the Lefang..."

"Ah?" Youmeng was not expecting it, and was shocked and a little sad. She was filled with mixed feelings and her lips were stammering for a long time. "Leave here... where has he gone?"

"Go to a place he should go." The spiritual cultivator said, meaningful but inexplicably sighing, "He claims to be out of the mud without being stained, pursues tranquility all his life, and wants to stay away from the wind and dust, but in the end... he still can't escape from the rolling world."

Youmeng was confused when she heard this and pushed the spiritual cultivator's shoulder: "Sister, don't go around in circles with me, just explain clearly, where has he been?"

The spiritual practitioner turned his sad eyebrows and eyes, and his words were helpless: "Sorry, I really cannot tell him about his whereabouts, and it is his will to help him keep the secret."

Youmeng's palm strength was weak and she brushed away sadly, and she was extremely regretful: "Will he come back?"

The spiritual practitioner sighed again: "Maybe he will return here after a long time and after doing what he wants to do."

"Then I can't see him anymore. What's the point of asking me to write this word?" Youmeng looked down at the silk in her hand, and was so entangled that it was indescribable. "I can't hand it back to him with my own hands..."

At this time, the spiritual practitioner said something, and her tone made her even more unpredictable: "Things in the world are unpredictable. If you are destined, you may see you again."

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Youmeng sat for a while, and when the spiritual practice came on stage, the spiritual practice wanted to keep her to listen to the song, but after hearing the news that Su Leshi had left, Youmeng was a little depressed and was not in the mood to support her.

After understanding the spiritual cultivation, he stopped forcing her to the back door and said guiltily: "I'm sorry, there was a seat in front of me, there were many guests, the road at the door was narrow, and people and cars stopped for a long time, so I had to drive your car and horse to change to the other road to stop."

Youmeng smiled faintly, not minding: "It's not a big deal to walk a few more steps."

Ling Xiu and her went out, pointed to a long alley in front of her and said, "The entrance of the alley is not wide enough, and your carriage cannot enter. You have to pass through the way. It is already dark. I'll send you there?"

Youmeng quickly refused: "No, you go back and prepare quickly. Don't delay your performance. If you annoy the guests and financial owners, the main part of the shop will deduct your monthly money."

"Okay." Ling Xiu lowered his eyebrows and smiled slightly, and turned around to ask the maid behind him, "Cambola, you carry the lamp to send the girl out of the alley."

"yes."

The maid walked to Youmeng with a lantern, and Youmeng waved her hand to Lingxiu with a cool and elegant look: "Get in, I'll come to support you again next day."

The spiritual cultivator smiled and nodded, unable to be gentle, and then closed the door and went back.

The maid was about to take a few steps towards Youmeng, exploring the way with the lantern in front. The night wind whistled through the hall. The light paper lantern was blown repeatedly. After a few tossings, the fire was extinguished. Shancha looked up and thought there was still a distance from the entrance of the alley, so he bent his knees to Youmeng with shame: "Miss waiting here for a while, I'll go change the lamp."

Youmeng said "um" and allowed her to go. The sound of light footsteps echoed in the alley when Sheepcha trotted, gradually fading away until she disappeared.

The wind kept sounding, and it sounded like a human whimper. Although a person was a little scared, Youmeng gradually adapted to the darkness, and the clouds in the night sky were blown away by the wind, and the bright moonlight shone into the alley, making it look less dark.

In order to distract her attention and relax her fear, she took out the silk music score from her inner sleeve and looked towards the moonlight. The apricot flowers embroidered on the silk looked blurry under the moon, like a few deep ink colors.

Youmengqing couldn't help but sigh at Juan, as if she was self-pity: "You are indeed a god. It's hard for me to see you if you are a mortal..."

I wanted to calm my mind with the wonderful artistic conception in the song, but the strong wind was too unkind. When she was lost, she suddenly blew the silk in her hand out. She raised her eyes in panic and saw the silk flying in the air and was taken far away by the wind. She ran to chase her, but she couldn't catch up.

Finally, the gust of wind stopped, and the silk silk fell down and fell by the wall not far away. She couldn't run anymore, so she stopped and bent down, trying to take a breath before picking up. But she didn't realize a figure appeared in the darkness. When she realized something was wrong, she just raised her body and saw a hand in front of her. She took her step forward and slowly picked up the silk silk.

Youmeng shivered all over, instinctively took two steps back, and looked at the black shadow in panic, standing with her back to her, as if looking down at the silk that she had just picked up.

"The silk sliver you picked up is mine..." Youmeng tried to calm down and called out to the figure, "Give it back to me!"

After a silence, a clear and gloomy male voice came in the cold wind and poured into her ears: "What if I don't return?"

"Your voice..." It sounded a little familiar. No, it made Youmeng chill all over when she heard it. She was so scared that her whole body was tense and she was staggering, "Who are you? Do I know you!"

"Dislocated ankle doesn't hurt anymore?"

The man seemed to chuckled in the wind, short and weak, but Youmeng could hear it clearly.

This sentence completely shocked her. She naturally remembered what happened that night in the dark room of spiritual cultivation...
Chapter completed!