"Shu Qing, run quickly! Shu Qing, run quickly..."
"Ouch! It hurts me so much!" Shuqing covered her head with her hands and opened her eyes. She sat up suddenly and was suddenly stunned.
A neat and clean house with old-fashioned thick yellow wood beams. The whole room exudes a fresh natural fragrance. "Where am I? Was it just a dream? Why was the shouting so clear, as if it had just happened?"
She got up and got out of bed, walked slowly to the door, and the back of a man caught her eye. I saw him standing in the courtyard, playing a long flute. The white clothes were spotless, shrouded obliquely by the afterglow of the setting sun, and had a sense of elegance and remoteness that was isolated from the world, which made Shu Qing feel hazy and unreal for a moment. She only felt that the sound of the flute was cold, sad, tortuous and moving.