At the end of the song, the flute sound ended with a light and pleasant coda, and the flute sound also stopped with the last note.

The river suddenly became quiet, no one spoke, the people on the two boats seemed to be still immersed in the previous music, no one had come back to their senses, the surroundings were quiet, and even the sound of water could not be heard clearly, as if time had passed.

It stopped as the flute music ended.

It was peaceful for a while, until the ship behind suddenly broke through the waves, accelerated its sailing speed, and overtook the Ping An, and everyone on the Ping An woke up as if from a dream.

Cen Xiyan stood at the window of the cabin and looked at the ship passing by the Ping An. He only saw a person standing at the stern of the ship. Because it was late and the distance was far away, he couldn't see the person's face clearly.

You can vaguely see that he is a man wearing white clothes. He is tall and erect, and his sleeves are gently swaying in the night breeze, giving him an elegant and ethereal look.

A smile couldn't help but appear on Cen Xiyan's lips. The image of this person was very consistent with his style of music. He was leisurely, comfortable, free and easy, casual, and very carefree.

Inexplicably, Cen Xiyan became a little envious of that person. She traveled to another world for ten years and seemed to be living quite comfortably, but she still had to fight and work hard for the disciples she cared about. That was her responsibility, and she was willing to do so.

As for the Cen family, she will have to go back sooner or later, and she doesn’t know what kind of future is waiting for her...

Suddenly, Cen Xiyan smiled self-deprecatingly. Why did she envy others? Although that person had an extremely chic style and seemed to be leisurely, how did she know that the other person did not have any worries or responsibilities?

How can a person living in this earthly world truly be separated from the world and transcend the world...

The man seemed to be aware of Cen Xiyan's gaze. He turned his head slightly and looked towards her cabin window.

Although he couldn't see the other person's expression clearly, Cen Xiyan could feel that he was smiling at her. She was slightly stunned, and then smiled back.

The man suddenly raised the long flute in his hand, put it to his lips, and blew a string of brisk notes, two short and one long, as if to say hello to the intimate person on the ship.

When Cen Xiyan heard the sound of the flute, his smile widened. He also picked up the purple gold flute, held it to his lips, and played a string of notes in response.

The man cupped his hands in the direction of Cen Xiyan, then turned around and left the stern of the boat.

The boat in front picked up speed again, turned a fork, and disappeared.

The second day.

During breakfast, Wei San always looked at Cen Xiyan with a strange look. Cen Xiyan felt a little uncomfortable when he looked at him, so he buried his head in eating and tried his best to ignore his gaze.

After breakfast, Wei San couldn't help but find an opportunity to talk to Cen Xiyan.

"I didn't expect Brother Suifeng to be a very proficient person in music."

Cen Xiyan responded casually: "I'm fine at ordinary times, just playing around. How can I say I'm proficient?"

"Brother Suifeng is too humble. I know a lot of people who know music. There are only a handful of people who can match Brother Suifeng and... the person last night." Especially the person last night.

, and among the people he knew, no one could match the artistic conception of his flute music.

"Really? Haha." Cen Xiyan said noncommittally, "In this world, no matter what skills you have, they are all unique."
Chapter completed!