When He Jiong and the others returned to the mushroom house, they were still talking about how good Jiang Cheng was.
With a neighbor like him, the few of them were in a very good mood.
However, the happiest person was still Director Wang Yu, because the number of viewers today had already reached six million.
After all, this was only the first day of the show's broadcast.
Wang Yu felt that not only would he be able to break the records of the previous three seasons, but he also had a high chance of surpassing variety shows such as Pick, Run, and Where Are We Going, Dad, and making The Life We Yearn For the number one variety show in the country.
And all of this was thanks to Jiang Cheng and Xixi!
As it was getting late, Huang Lei made some simple dinner. After eating, they went back to their rooms to sleep.
It couldn't be helped. The day was too tiring.
However, Zi Feng was lying on the bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep no matter what.
She actually met her childhood idol!
Recalling what had happened during the day, she felt like she was dreaming!
Her mind was filled with Jiang Cheng's image. His sunny smile, his star-like eyes, his peerlessly beautiful face, his gentle tone, and his elegant temperament…
As he thought about it, Zi Feng felt his cheeks burning up a little. He shyly covered his face with the blanket.
After five years, Jiang Cheng had become even more handsome than before. He had become more manly, more experienced, and more stable, just like Yang Guo, who had grown into the Divine Condor Hero sixteen years later!
Zi Feng imagined himself as Guo Xiang.
This was probably how it felt to see Yang Guo.
Thinking of Jiang Cheng's deep love for his deceased wife, Zi Feng's heart was slightly sour, but he immediately thought it through.
If she was like Guo Xiang, silently loving someone she could never have for the rest of her life, it would be quite romantic.
It was better than not finding a person who truly loved him in his entire life.
This was the first time she seriously thought about love.
The more Zi Feng thought about it, the more vexed he became. He simply got up and quietly went out, coming to the courtyard to enjoy the shade.
The moon was exceptionally round tonight. The bright moonlight was like frost and snow, enveloping the quiet mountain village.
Bathing in the slightly cool night breeze and listening to the chirping of the insects, Zi Feng's agitated and agitated heart gradually calmed down.
At this moment, the melodious sound of a flute suddenly came from next door.
Zi Feng immediately stood up and looked into the courtyard next door.
The sound of the flute was like a trickle, flowing slowly in the quiet night sky.
Zi Feng was completely attracted. Even the audience in the livestream room seemed to be immersed in the scene, conquered by the wonderful flute sound.
"What a nice flute sound!"
"The flute sound came from next door. Could it be that little brother is playing the flute?”
"No way, he can play the flute?”
"I saw a flute hanging on the wall of the little brother's house. It must be him playing the flute.”
"F * ck, how many hidden skills does little brother have?”
"F * ck, you don't update your novel, but you still have time to play the flute?”
"This flute sound is so sad and resentful. Is there something on your mind, little brother?”
"He probably misses his wife.”
……
Zi Feng also heard the desolate grief in the flute sound, and his heart also became sorrowful.
She really wanted to go over and comfort Jiang Cheng, so she quietly pushed open the door and walked next door.
The audience in the live broadcast room were also very curious, all wanting Zi Feng to go and see what the situation was.
The fence door of Mengxi Villa was not closed. The people of Manyuan Village were simple and honest, and Jiang Cheng had never closed his door at night.
Zi Feng quietly walked into the courtyard. The scene in front of her made her feel slightly surprised. The audience in the live broadcast room were also shocked.
He saw Jiang Cheng sitting under a peach tree in full bloom. He was holding a jade green flute in his hand. His eyes were closed as he played the flute affectionately.
He was so engrossed that he didn't even notice someone coming in.
The flute's sound was mournful and gentle, like a nightingale's sorrowful song, like resentment and admiration, like weeping and complaining, dancing the hidden dragon in the deep valley, crying the lonely boat's woman.
Zi Feng was entranced by listening, attracted by the flute sound, and also attracted by Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng closed his eyes and blew for a while. Two drops of tears slowly fell from the corner of his eyes.
Borrowing the bright moonlight, Zi Feng saw it very clearly. She felt that her face was wet, and only after touching it did she realize that tears had long flowed down her face.
The audience in the live broadcast room fell silent, and many people silently shed tears.
The flute music was too sad and resentful, making people feel pity and unable to control their emotions.
In front of Jiang Cheng, there was a zither, a long sword, and a blue and white porcelain wine pot.
Jiang Cheng put down his flute after he finished playing the song. He took a sip of wine from the wine pot and played the zither in front of him.
The sound of the zither was as sorrowful as the sound of the flute.
Jiang Cheng's ten slender and fair fingers plucked at the strings, and every pluck seemed to touch the hearts of everyone.
The live broadcast room instantly exploded.
"F * ck, not only does little brother know how to play the flute, but he also knows how to play the zither?”
"Mom, isn't this too seductive?”
"What kind of immortal is this? I'm jealous.”
"Little brother is really like an elegant young master from ancient times.”
"If little brother were to act in an ancient costume, he would definitely be a male god.”
"Why would such a powerful person live in seclusion here? He's so much better than the young hunks in the entertainment industry.”
"I heard that classical instruments like the flute and the guzheng are almost lost. I didn't expect you to play them!”
"This zither sound is really beautiful, but it's a little too desolate.”
……
A gust of night wind blew, and the peach blossoms fell one after another.
Under the moonlight, among the peach blossoms, Jiang Cheng played the guzheng in front of him affectionately.
The sound of the zither was like the murmuring of autumn rain, stirring up endless sorrow.
Unknowingly, Zi Feng's eyes moistened again.
At this moment, Jiang Cheng suddenly opened his mouth and began to chant in a low voice,
"Hate this life
Blaming this night
who said
Love is so hard
Hatred and love cannot be separated
Beauty and white hair are more dazzling
Before and after
In one night
Doesn't this count
Love till our hair turns white
……”
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