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#71: cultured combat-- «Past Recalled Dream» (Middle Part)

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. 。 Must give him really...... But that is have contacted the thing, moreover gives his words, can be regarded...... 真的要给他吗……可那是自己接触过的东西,而且送给他的话,会不会被人当成…… The mind is flurried, the neutral tone of her unexpected happening shouts once more: „I...... I brought.” 心神慌乱间,她再次鬼使神差的轻声喊道:“我……我带了。” Vision neat looks to Hua Shuirou, majority are having the surprised and puzzled color. Because...... A female delivers a male jade flute, this is the how obvious suggestion. 目光齐刷刷的看向花水柔,大多数都带着惊讶和不解之色。因为……一个女子送一个男子玉箫,这是多么明显的暗示。 could it be that Hua Family Young Lady unexpectedly...... 难道花家小姐竟然…… Ye Wuchen corners of the mouth one curved, then steps to forward, before then arrives at the Hua Shuirou body, quickly. At this time in hand of Hua Shuirou were many jadeite small flute, jasper all over the body clear, small and exquisite, but her pair supple, if the small hand skin light wins the snow, seems such as jadeite small flute also wants the clear several points unexpectedly. 叶无辰嘴角一弯,然后移步向前,很快便走到花水柔身前。此时花水柔的手中已经多了一只翠玉短箫,遍体碧玉晶莹,小巧玲珑,而她的那双柔若小手肤光胜雪,看上去竟如翠玉短箫还要晶莹几分。 Along with nearness of Ye Wuchen, makes strange manly aura of her dizziness head on, making Hua Shuirou not dare to be on the rise, she lowers the head, lightly the both arms tremble jadeite small flute handful. Ye Wuchen was smiling receiving, the right hand naturally creamy such as fat palm has traced in her lightly. Both hands of Hua Shuirou such as receive an electric shock take back generally, then grips tightly in the same place places the knees, the complexion is red, if spreads the powder, during she remembers, this is first time beside bumping into both hands by family member. Keeps regarding this disposition to the extreme female, this has made her not rest sufficiently tonight calmly and steadily. 随着叶无辰的靠近,一股让她眩晕的奇异男子气息扑面而来,让花水柔更是不敢抬起头来,她低着头,双臂轻颤的将翠玉短箫捧起。叶无辰微笑着接过,右手自然而然的在她滑腻如脂的手心轻摸了一下。花水柔的双手如触电一般收回,然后紧握在一起放在膝间,脸色红若敷粉,在她记忆之中,这是第一次被亲人之外的碰到双手。对于这个性格保守到极点的女子来说,这已经足以让她今天晚上都睡不安稳。 „Losing of beautiful woman, the Wuchen eternal life does not forget.” Ye Wuchen said with a smile, he sprinkled however turns around, moves toward in the field, simultaneously was enjoying jadeite small flute in hand, said in a soft voice: „Jasper is bright, such as daughter's skin, gentle soft jade, has the young girl lip to be fragrant, Wuchen was actually offensive.” “美人之遗,无辰永生不忘。”叶无辰微笑道,他洒然转身,走向场中,同时玩赏着手中的翠玉短箫,轻声道:“碧玉剔透,如女儿之肤,温婉软玉,尚存少女唇香,倒是无辰唐突了。” So the word of teasing makes the person of presence stare dumbfounded completely, Hua Shuirou is „ying~” one, deeply buries the small head in the chest front, shames wants to flee immediately. 如此挑逗之言让在场之人全部瞠目结舌,花水柔更是“嘤咛”一声,把螓首深深埋在胸前,羞得直想马上逃离。 The Lin Xiao complexion changes again and again, light smile on face early completely distorted. Oneself adore, and had the female of engagement to donate under glare of the public eye own jade flute with unexpectedly a man...... Moreover is various aspects exceeds own man, this was equal to inserting a blade on his heart completely once more ruthlessly, painful he wants to roar to vent very much loudly. 林啸脸色一变再变,脸上的淡笑早已经完全变形。自己所倾心,并与自己有了婚约的女子竟在众目睽睽之下将自己的玉箫赠予一个男子……而且是各方面都胜过自己的男子,这完全等于再次在他心上狠狠的插了一刀,痛的他很想大声咆哮来发泄。 „small flute, don't you regret?” Long Yin asked. “短箫,你不后悔吗？”龙胤问道。 long flute and small flute, although plays the method to basically agree, but above the acoustic fidelity, the small flute bright influential person is inferior to long flute. But adapts to small flute with long flute very much difficultly in a short time, vice versa. 长箫与短箫虽吹奏方法基本一致,但音质之上,短箫明显要不及长箫。而用惯长箫者很难短时间内适应短箫,反之亦然。 Ye Wuchen nodded, said with a smile: „This...... Plays for me.” 叶无辰点了点头,微笑道:“此曲……是为我自己而奏。” Plays Lin Xiao for oneself and Ye Wuchen, one is my late mother, for oneself. One with long flute, uses small flute. Plays for my late mother, his filial piety then first infects three points, plays for oneself, relatively speaking appears light. At first to the feeling of person, flute that uses, Ye Wuchen already entire tribe leeward. 为自己而奏——林啸与叶无辰,一曲为亡母,一曲为自己。一用长箫,一用短箫。为亡母而奏,他的孝心便先感染三分,为自己而奏,相对而言而显得平淡。无论是起初的给人的感觉,还是所用的箫,叶无辰已经全部落了下风。 Ye Wuchen gently arrives at the jadeite flute on the lip, a light pleasant delicate fragrance enters in the nose slowly leisurely. Hua Shuirou is covering the face, complexion hot scary. Because there, only then her lip has moved, now actually...... She does not dare in want to get down, year to year defends the boudoir regarding this, has not even lived alone with the man besides the father, sentimental is a blank piece of young girl, this has even touched her psychology to withstand the bottom line. In her, such „intimate” contact, only then among the husbands and wives can do. 叶无辰轻轻的将翠玉箫抵在唇上,一股清淡怡人的幽香缓缓逸入鼻中。花水柔捂着脸,脸色烫的吓人。因为那里只有她的唇才碰触过,如今却……她不敢在想下去,对于这个常年守闺不出,除了父亲之外甚至没和男子独处过,感情方面更是空白一片的少女来说,这甚至已经触到了她的心理承受底线。在她心里,这样的“亲密”接触只有夫妻之间才可以做。 Tonight, she should not want to go to sleep tranquilly. 今天晚上,她应该别想平静入睡了。 However, the people waited for a long time, not to have the flute sound to send out, Ye Wuchen that static standing there, such as a fossil of decency was common. Finally, his eye closing gently, but is since this moment, the people thought suddenly his makings flash had the huge change, the surrounding air/Qi field had obviously the change, in the short silence, a light depression gives birth from their heart, moreover is getting stronger and stronger, until their depressing is almost hard to breathe, the chest was similar to presses a heavily sheet iron. 然而,人们等了许久,却没有箫音发出,叶无辰就那么静静的站在那里,如一个风化的化石一般。终于,他的眼睛轻轻的闭上,而就是这一刻起,人们忽然觉得他的气质一瞬间发生了巨大的变化,就连周围的气场都发生了明显了改变,短暂的沉默之中,一种淡淡的压抑感从他们心底生出,而且越来越浓重,直到将他们压抑的几乎难以呼吸,胸口如同压上了一块重重的铁板。 The sad mood, is unable to stop...... 悲伤的情绪,无法停止…… Note sounding gently, lightly is very very light, light is similar to the breeze has blown. However is this note gently actually clear enters in the ear of everyone, in the heart, making the entire square flash falls the needle to hear...... Entire world, as if becomes in this flash peaceful, does not have a static again, only then the residual sound of that note circles near the ear, for a very long time has not diverged. 一个音符轻轻的吹响,很轻很轻,轻的如同微风的吹过。然而就是这一丝轻轻的音符却清晰的进入每一个人的耳中,心中,让整个广场一瞬间变得落针可闻……就连全世界,也仿佛在这一刹那变得安静,再无一丝杂音,只有那一个音符的余音绕在耳边,久久没有散去。 Also is a brief and slight note, everyone thought own innermost feelings by slight knocking, slight vibration in peace. 又是一个简短而轻微的音符,每个人都觉得自己内心被轻微的敲动了一下,在安静中轻微的抖动着。 The rhythm of note finally starts slow speeding up, shivering of their innermost feelings also speed up, practices one piece until the note finally, forms one touchingly sad to the heartrending music movement. flute sound still that slight, as if cool breeze blows to be able its complete blowing off, but everyone in field actually listens is so clear, because that flute sound as if not resound in the ear, but transmits from the most deep place of innermost feelings slowly, making them not dare to make a sound, lest its interruption. 音符的节奏终于开始缓慢的加快,他们的内心的颤抖也随之而加快,直到音符终于练成一片,汇成一曲凄婉哀伤到令人心碎的乐章。箫音依然是那么的轻微,仿佛一阵清风吹来便可将其完全的吹散,但场中的每一个人却都听的那么清晰,因为那箫音似乎不是在耳边响起,而是从内心的最深处徐徐传来,让他们不敢发出一丝的声音,唯恐将其打断。 The beautiful day, miserable wind, grass exposing horns quietly, are sizing up this world. Its appearance carrying/sustaining too many joy, too many hopes. In the warmth, grass gradual growing up, is showing off its new student and vitality to the world, but wind...... Still miserable, once for a while, it trembling quietly in wind. 明媚的天,凄凉的风,一颗小草悄然的展露头角,打量着这个世界。它的出现承载了太多的欣喜,太多的希望。在温暖之中,小草逐渐的长大,向世界炫耀着它的新生与朝气,但风……依然凄凉,时不时的,它会在风中悄悄的发抖。 A day, in the sky is cloudy suddenly, the jet black clouds are having a serious and terrifying oppression strength, presses the person not to gasp for breath. Finally, the thunderclap resounds, the fierce thunder and lightning has cut open cloud Mu, the rain cats and dogs , the strong winds also wreak havoc to blow, heartless is devastating that immature grass. During the disaster attack, it has not dropped down, but still proudly looks at the day, is standing upright own body, how whatever his wind howls, the rain is how heartless, it bites the jaw tightly, because, it cannot drop down. 一天,天空之中忽然乌云密布,漆黑的云朵带着一股沉重而恐怖的压迫力,压得人喘不过气来。终于,霹雳响起,狰狞的雷电切开了云幕,大雨倾盆而下,狂风也肆虐着吹起,无情的摧残着那颗稚嫩的小草。灾难般的打击之中,它没有倒下,而是依然傲然望天,挺立着自己的身体,任凭他风如何呼啸,雨如何无情,它都紧咬牙关,因为,它不可以倒下。 Heart clutching of people slowly is tight, ache. 人们的心慢慢的揪紧,疼痛。 Night of wind and rain, it becomes weak incomparable, but has not dropped down eventually, but to the sky, has given a hand signal of victory. 一夜风雨,它变得虚弱无比,但终究没有倒下,而是面向天空,做了一个胜利的手势。 However, its disaster did not have such conclusion, but just started. It continues the slow growth, until one day, a wilder storm raids, it still supports the immature body with the complete strength, does not fear is withstanding, resister...... 然而,它的灾难远没有如此的结束,而是刚刚开始。它继续缓慢的成长,直到有一天,更狂暴的暴风雨袭来,它依然用自己全部的力量支撑起自己稚嫩的身体,丝毫不惧的承受着,抵抗者…… The corner of the eye of Ye Wuchen had wet intent slightly, but diverges immediately. In the fuzzy memory, he saw oneself that fuzzy childhood time. He sees that three -year-old clenching the teeth stubbornly, because of making an effort too in a big way, among the gaps between teeth even seeps out the faint trace the blood, the expression is such distortion, what the body shivers is that fierce, at that time what because endured is what kind of one pain, that pain in the world only then he has withstood, compared with digs in the body to want painful thousand times with the blade, ten thousand times...... But in front of such pain, oneself have not made a sound, because he must withstand all, cannot make mother know, cannot make mother be worried, cannot drop down...... Because were waiting for that waited for the too long hope. 叶无辰的眼角微微有了湿意,但马上又散去。模糊的记忆之中,他看到了自己那模糊的幼年时代。他看到那个只有三岁的自己死死的咬紧牙关,因用力太大,牙缝间甚至渗出丝丝的血液,表情是那么的扭曲,身体颤抖的是那么剧烈,因为那时自己忍受的是怎样的一种痛苦,那种痛苦全世界只有他一个人承受过,比用刀扎入身体要痛苦千倍,万倍……但这样的痛苦面前,自己没有发出一丝的声音,因为他必须承受一切,不能让妈妈知道,不能让妈妈担心,更不能倒下……因为自己在等待那等待了太久的希望。 Mom...... Who are you? Now where? Why that time I relied on to you, but these two characters made my innermost feelings such warm, warm good wants to cry. 妈妈……你是谁？现在又在哪里？为什么那时的我对你是那么的依赖,而这两个字又让我内心这么的温暖,温暖的好想哭。 But what is that hope? Regardless of why how are unable to see diligently. 而那个希望又是什么？为什么无论自己如何努力都无法看见。 But that time, why can also each month endure one time such pain, with that time was the same half a month ago-- no! Different, not only completely different feeling, but, that time pain compared half a month ago, but also wanted the pain many. 而那时的自己,又为什么会每月忍受一次那样的痛苦,是和半个月前那次一样吗——不！不一样,不但完全不一样的感觉,而且,那时候的痛苦比起半个月前,还要痛的多。 Do I, actually I have how passing? 那我,我究竟有着怎样的过往？ Who am I? 我是谁？
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