The moon soon hung high in the sky, and the two people beside the flower field dispersed and went back to their houses.

Just like last time, Ling Yixuan took home another bouquet of lavender. Under the moonlight, smelling the faint purple fragrance beside the window sill exuding its unique fragrance, Ling Yixuan could only place her longing for her hometown on this flower called lavender.

.In a time and space far away from the original, the purple and blue in front of her eyes was the only thing she was familiar with in this different time and space, and it was also the only image of the past that she could miss here.

In her hometown far away in different time and space, is the lavender she once planted with her own hands still carrying its fragrance and blooming in the passionate summer like in previous years? Is the person she misses enjoying the same moon as her at this moment...

There were waves of distant and quiet flute sounds, low and euphemistic tunes... just enough to express Ling Yixuan's reverie at the moment...

Ling Yixuan was immersed in the music that resonated with her own thoughts...

On this lovesick night, it turned out that she was not the only one lonely.

The beautiful notes drove Ling Yixuan to search for the source of the music...

Following the music in the soft moonlight, Ling Yixuan walked a short distance before stopping under the eaves of a roof.

Under the moonlight, Ling Yixuan recognized the person on the roof - the man who was as dazzling as an angel whom she met by the flower field that day was also the brother Murong Xi often mentioned.

Even in such a quiet night, the figure on the roof looked even more elegant and refined.

At this time, Murong Chen couldn't see his expression clearly. He was playing the musical instrument in his hand very quietly. The coldness coming out of the soft tone was completely different from the spring breeze-like image he saw that day. There was no trace of it at all.

The warmth of the sun. Under the quiet night, the lone star and the moon, the melodious music, the lonely figure... support and merge with each other.

Ling Yixuan was immersed in this thought-provoking atmosphere, her thoughts wandering in that distant time and space...

A gust of cool wind blew, Ling Yixuan shivered, her wandering thoughts were brought back, her eyes were a little warm. After tightening her clothes, Ling Yixuan realized that the sound of the flute had stopped at some point, and the sound on the roof was

I don’t know when the figure left.

She stretched out her hand to wipe the moisture from the corner of her eyes, turned around and was about to leave. She saw a dark shadow in front of her. Ling Yixuan raised her head and was shocked to see that the person two steps away from her was not the person who had just played the flute. At this time, he was using his charming

Looking at her with a smile, he didn't know how long he had been standing behind her like this.

Ling Yixuan looked a little embarrassed, and then quickly smiled at the person opposite: "Hello, we meet again."

"Yes, we meet again." Murong Chen still had a faint smile on his face, as if the lonely figure before was just Ling Yixuan's illusion.

"The music you play is very nice!" Ling Yixuan praised sincerely.

"Haha, thank you," "You are Xi'er's friend Xuanxuan, right? I am Xi'er's brother Murong Chen." His voice was so nice that Ling Yixuan was a little dazed.

"Well, my name is Ling Yixuan, you can call me Xuanxuan later."

The cool breeze was blowing, there were a few stars scattered in the sky, and the night was very quiet. Ling Yixuan and Murong Chen walked under the night sky, quietly enjoying the peaceful and quiet night. Occasionally, a few yellow leaves fell by the wind.

"Autumn is coming soon." Murong Chen sighed slightly.

"Desolation, helplessness, but also the most lovesick... But, so beautiful!" Ling Yixuan sighed softly, with a pleasant curve at the corner of her mouth. Murong Chen looked at Ling Yixuan with a smile on her lips beside him, and was slightly stunned.

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Chapter completed!