The story still takes place in that garden. The ancient guqin sounds by the side,
Playing in the stone pavilion. Still so quiet, the willow trees drooped into the pool, gently caressing the clear water. One or two pink petals drifted down from the spring welcome by the pool, and one or two butterflies were perched among the roses. Looking with the clear breeze, the empty swing swayed gently in the lush green, with only a colorful bird perched on it.
Inside the pavilion, a young and inexperienced girl is caressing the strings of a piano. She was dressed in a light gauze blue Luo skirt, covered in a white embroidered plum shirt, with embroidered clouds and birds on her shoulders, and wore a pleated silver gray plain skirt. Delicate fingers danced on the strings, and the pearl curtain and cigarette also danced with the wind. The long black hair was casually tied up in a bun, occasionally with one or two strands of green hair hanging by the edge of the blue stone stool.
At this moment, a handsome young man leaned against the gate, his head leaning against the railing. His dazzling deep blue long hair was tied high in a bun carved with ice and snow lotus leaves. Wearing a silver white plain colored robe with dotted blue edges, elegant and calm, as if not stained with any earthly vulgarity. Holding your chest in both hands, holding a jade flute in one hand, and quietly beating the rhythm in the other, can't you bear to interrupt this ancient story?
Finally, I walked into the garden and walked towards the stone pavilion. Gently lift the pearl curtain and stand behind the girl listening. The girl may not have noticed the arrival of the young man and continued to play the piano there. Suddenly, the sound of the qin was mixed with the crisp sound of the vertical flute, making the Eternal Love Song even more charming. The girl paused, smiled slightly, and continued playing the song. After playing, neither of them spoke and remained silent, except for the occasional chirping of birds outside the pavilion. Can't you help it anymore? The girl finally spoke up, "Are you really going on an expedition with the emperor? Can't you not go?" The boy remained silent. "I don't want to leave your brother!" The girl turned her head and gazed at the calm gaze of the young man with a pair of watery eyes. Gently shaking his head, "No." His deep eyes stared blankly at the sky. "How long?" "At least five years." "Will you miss me, brother? I'm afraid you won't be able to come back after you go. I know this war is different from usual." "Believe me, I will come back in five years." After saying this, he turned around and walked towards the stone pavilion. The girl suddenly stood up and grabbed the young man's sleeve, saying, "Brother, can you comb my hair again? It's the last time!" The young man shook his head helplessly. "We are all getting married soon, and we need other men to comb our hair, so we won't be afraid of your future husband's jealousy." "Brother! I said I won't marry anyone, except..." The girl handed the boy a wooden comb and sat down to loosen her bun. The long black hair instantly scattered around the young girl, and the boy used his slender fingers to tease her. I don't know if time passes slowly or if the boy is reluctant to leave. This simple hair has been combed for a long time, but no one has urged me, just silently waiting.
A crisp bird cry shattered the tranquility. The female bird on the branch looked at the other male bird flying far away and let out a mournful cry. The boy gently placed the comb on the stone table and turned around to leave. A crystal clear teardrop fell on the back of the girl's hand, lingering on, letting the teardrops fall, letting the birds cry weakly. The originally warm stone pavilion has become desolate, with only a cold chill.
At night. The girl stood by the window, looking up at the bright moon. "Miss, Young Master Tang is going on a military expedition tomorrow. Do you want to say goodbye?" said the girl next to her. "It's okay, I won't go. The bird has already flown. Give him my piano. I'm tired." After finishing speaking, he closed the window and walked towards the bed. I didn't feel sleepy at night, just holding my comb and staring blankly at the white wall. Suddenly, the melodious sound of the qin came from the night sky, and it was the lovesickness song. The girl cried, tears soaking the pillow.
The next morning, there was an extra flute on the table, which belonged to the boy. The streets are extremely lively, with the sound of gongs and drums everywhere. The emperor personally marched, and of course the streets were bustling with activity. The sound of gongs and drums gradually faded, and the girl took out a wooden comb from her arms to stroke it. What her mother once said to her came to mind again: "In the future, if you meet a boy you truly love, and he genuinely loves you and decides to spend your whole life with him, let him use this comb to comb your hair!" "Mom, why?" "Because of this, Mom's love will be passed on to the man you love, forever guarding you." The girl tightly held the comb and cried.
Later, the girl learned to play the flute in order to miss the boy who was far away at the border. And the boy played the piano, in order to remember the memories between them. Everlasting longing for each other, which is always playing in different places, does not play in the same place after all, and always lacks a part of it.
The girl's name is Ye Zuo. Ye plays, singing at night.
