"A Yan, A Yan, it's time for us to leave."

Feng Yan opened her eyes.

Everything in her vision gradually became clear from blur and she felt the summer evening breeze blowing across her face, bringing a cool feeling.

The dusk halo of dusk was accompanied by the brilliant sunset from the west toward her head.

She sat up slowly and looked near her in a daze.

Young Yin Shiyun sat beside her, looking at her friendly and concerned.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Yin Shiyun asked.

Feng Yan lowered her head, looked at her hands, and then looked around.

Her fingers and palms were so hurt red due to the recent piano practice, and a thin layer of cocoons even appeared in some places.

The mountain wind blew from a distance, and Feng Yan recognized this place. This was the stone pavilion where she and Yin Shiyun learned the zither.

"I seemed to have... had a very long dream," she murmured.

As soon as she spoke, Feng Yan was a little surprised - but she was immediately surprised by this accident.

This is my voice, what's the surprise...

Yin Shiyun looked at her, "Is that so, what did A Yan dream about?"

Feng Yan tried to recall, but the more she recalled, the more the complicated images seemed to be away from her. She vaguely felt that it was an incredible and bizarre encounter. It seemed that it was a story in which she parted ways with some people and ended up with some people many years later.

All the details of the dream disappeared at the moment of waking up, leaving only a little sweetness, a little sadness, a little feeling of selflessness or involuntaryness.

"...I don't remember." Feng Yan said softly.

"Don't you remember anything?"

"It seems that it is something that happened in the future." Feng Yan tilted her head, "There are many people in the dream..."

"It seems you are really tired," Yin Shiyun stood up, "We won't play the piano today, let's just walk around here, okay?"

"Ah, OK."

Feng Yan stood up a little confused and followed Yin Shiyun's steps.

...

She and Yin Shiyun walked slowly on the uninhabited mountain road. Feng Yan smelled a hazy fragrance of grass and trees floating in the air.

The smell made her feel very familiar, and she was almost at the point where she was about to blurt out what this was. However, the name was always like a thorn in her throat, and no matter how she recalled it, she couldn't remember it.

"...What's wrong with A Yan?" Yin Shiyun suddenly stopped and looked back at her, "I've been absent-minded since the beginning, what are you thinking?"

"So strange." Feng Yan shook her head, reached out to cover her face, and she whispered, "I feel like I'm still in a dream..."

Before he finished speaking, Yin Shiyun laughed.

"A Yan is Zhuang Zhou's dream of butterfly, I don't know that Zhou's dream is Hu Butterfly and? Butterfly's dream is Zhou Oh?"

Feng Yan couldn't help but smile. She lowered her head and rubbed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

With several strong breaths, the unreality that had been lingering around her since the beginning disappeared. She looked at the new friend she had known for a while, and at this moment she felt like she had finally woken up.

Yes, it’s really like Zhuang Zhou’s dream butterfly, making people unable to tell which side is the dream.

That seemingly scent of scent also quietly disappeared at this time.

"By the way, do you want to go to Sitiantai to have a look?" Yin Shiyun asked.

Feng Yan was slightly stunned, "Is that OK?"

"It's not possible, but I was on duty tonight, so..."

"If you are discovered, will it cause you trouble?"

"Well..." Yin Shiyun frowned and thought for a while, "Then I might be punished by my master to copy "Lu Lizhi".

Feng Yan smiled, "Nothing else?"

"It's gone, my master is a very good person. Even if it's a punishment, it's a small punishment for the big precept."

"Then let's go," Feng Yan said with a smile, "If you are really discovered, then how much do you have to copy, I will share half of it for you!"

The two young men ran quickly on the mountain road with a smile and a quick run. The distant sun always retained the last trace of residual light, shining on them.

In the hot summer, the running Feng Yan gradually remembered everything.

Half a month ago, a monk received His Majesty's will and made a special trip to Daizong Mountain to preach. The location was in a manor not far from the Feng family's mountain residence.

She didn't know about this, and that day, as usual, she slipped out alone and took a walk and looked out at the edge of the cliff.

When she realized it, the way home was full of carriages of believers who had come to fame. Feng Yan realized a trace of danger at that time, and she immediately got up and returned, but it was too late.

The dense carriage was filled with people who were irritated by the congestion. Under the scorching summer sunlight, everyone was in a mood like an oil barrel about to explode. Just a little spark could ignite everyone's anger.

It was Yin Shiyun who suddenly saw on the roadside at that time.

Among so many muddy, sticky and sharp breaths, only the aura around this young man exudes a clear and clear meaning.

So she passed by everyone with difficulty and grabbed the young man's sleeve without warning.

This is the summer of the thirteenth year of Tianfu. The twelve-year-old Feng Yan is determined to remember this year and this day forever.

Because of an accidental coincidence, she had her first friend in her life.

...

"Have you passed your birthday this year?" Yin Shiyun asked while walking on the mountain road.

"I don't know." Feng Yan replied, "Why ask this?"

"I have a gift I want to give to you, but it will take a little time to make it - if the birthday is over, I won't be able to make a living. If it doesn't, I will grind it with the craftsman and let him as soon as possible."

"What gift?"

"Haha, I won't tell you." Yin Shiyun replied, "You will know then!"

On summer nights, dark clouds slowly gathered above their heads, and the sky seemed to get dark and rain began to fall.

The two of them took the shortcut and ran towards the top of the mountain, and from time to time they started to startle clusters of birds in the mountain stream.

The cool raindrops hit the ground and also hit them.

The warm water vapor evaporated from the hot surface, making the air dull and sweet. The two got very close to the quiet mountain road, but no one spoke. Occasionally, their eyes were intertwined, and the two laughed at the same time.

Feng Yan quickly felt a little tired. She gasped and slowed down. There were labyrinth-like paths around her, and the soil under her feet became soft due to the rain.

Yin Shiyun turned around and stretched out his hand to Feng Yan, "Be careful, don't slip."

Feng Yan hesitated for a moment, but she quickly held the boy's hand.

As the two passed through a shadowy deep forest, Feng Yan felt that her heart was about to jump out, and her hair was stuck to her sweaty cheeks and neck, and her face turned red.
Chapter completed!