Jian Zhaoxing

Chapter 451 Silver Needle
Upon hearing this, Lin Yangyang couldn't help but fall silent.

She and Lin Zhiqing stared intently at the flute player's face.

The flutist's fingers twitched again.

Lin Yangyang was somewhat excited, while Lin Zhiqing remained calm, only looking at the flute player's face.

Half an incense stick's time passed quickly, but the flute player's face remained expressionless.

"What's going on here? Sister Qing, it can't be a coincidence..." Lin Yangyang had barely finished speaking when the flute player's face suddenly twitched.

Lin Zhiqing stared wide-eyed, observing carefully.

Do not!
It's not a convulsion!

His facial muscles worked together to make some expressions, but because he was so thin, those expressions were somewhat grotesque, so they looked like he was twitching.

Lin Zhiqing moved closer, and Lin Yangyang, seeing this, quickly stepped forward to protect Lin Zhiqing.

Lin Zhiqing remained motionless, staring intently at the flute player's face.

His brow bone kept jutting upwards!

In addition, the muscles around the eyes are also expanding outwards.

Not only that, his chest began to heave violently, and his whole body kept shrinking backward, almost causing the chair to tip over.

Lin Yangyang grabbed the chair and became anxious: "Qing-meimei, what's going on? He looks terrifying."

fear?
Lin Zhiqing had seen some patients before, and they were much more terrifying than this.

She only saw anger in the flute player's expression!
Anger, why the anger?
Is Daliang truly the hometown of flute players?
wrong.

His body leaned back, in a defensive posture.

Fueled by anger and defensiveness, Lin Zhiqing's brows instantly relaxed!
She got it!

She took a deep breath and spoke again:
"You are from Dasheng, and your home is in the frontier?"

After saying that, seeing that the flute player was still in a state of vigilance and anger, Lin Zhiqing took out the jade flute and played a very soothing tune.

The rise and fall of the flute player's chest gradually slowed down as the flute music played.

Lin Yangyang felt a little relieved.

Seeing this, Lin Zhiqing continued speaking, repeating what he had just said:
"Your home is in Dasheng, on the frontier, where wild geese fly high, where there is war, and where there is lone smoke."

As she spoke, Lin Zhiqing gently pricked the flute player with the silver needle in her hand.

Lin Yangyang's heart clenched at the sight.

She was afraid that the flute player would go berserk in pain.

Fortunately, Lin Zhiqing used some method to keep the flute player calm, and the flute player seemed very quiet.

Lin Zhiqing's perspective is naturally different from Lin Yangyang's.

She pricked the flute player with a silver needle to intensify his immersion.

The Marquis of Zhenyuan's mansion must have put in a lot of effort to get Liu Mang to control the flute player.

Based on Lin Zhiqing's observations over the past few days, beatings and scoldings were the least of it; the flute player must have suffered a great deal of torment.

The stimulation from the silver needles can make the flute player feel more immersed and think about things from the past.

Sure enough, a strange expression soon appeared on the flute player's face.

It was a smile.

It's strange because the smile is very stiff.

Because the flute player hadn't shown this expression on his face for a long time.

Therefore, when he did it again, he was very unfamiliar with it.

Just as Lin Zhiqing and Lin Yangyang were watching intently, the flute player's throat moved, as if he wanted to speak.

However, when he opened his mouth, he only managed to utter a sound that resembled a roar.

Lin Yangyang was puzzled.

Lin Zhiqing observed for a moment, then walked to the stone table next to him and poured himself a glass of water.

She dampened a handkerchief and gently wiped the flute player's lips.

With the water's moisture, the flutist's throat moved, and the sound became even clearer:

"Father, father, mother, dog..."

"Father, mother, dog?" Lin Yangyang repeated the flute player's words. Lin Zhiqing patiently said, "Your father is an extremely respectable person, and your mother dotes on you very much."

By this point, the flute player had calmed down considerably.

Lin Zhiqing breathed a slight sigh of relief, while also feeling a little excited.

After keeping an eye on the flute player for so long, we've finally made some progress.

For the flute player, life is practically like a dream.

However, his dream was a picture generated by combining his own memories with Lin Zhiqing's words.

This kind of dream is more free and has no restrictions.

Lin Zhiqing explored the issue from the perspective of an observer rather than a guide.

This is different from the previous dreams where Liu Mang plotted against Lin Zhiqing and the others, or where Lin Zhiqing plotted against others.

The flute player's current state is no different from being in a dream, so Lin Zhiqing's descriptions are rather vague.

If the scene she describes deviates from reality, then the person in the dream will become aware of it, and the dream will collapse.

Therefore, Lin Zhiqing was very careful.

Remembering what the flute player had said earlier, she spoke softly again:
"Your father has returned from his trip, and your mother is playing and talking with you. Soon you will have a meal together."

There's a dog lying at your feet.

“Qing-meimei…” Lin Yangyang’s expression changed suddenly: “No, he’s wrong!”

Lin Zhiqing had noticed it as soon as he finished speaking.

The flute player's eyes slanted upwards at the corners, and he slightly narrowed his eyes.

wrong!

This raises questions about the scene described by Lin Zhiqing.

Lin Zhiqing took a deep breath and spoke again:
No, there are no dogs.

Upon hearing this, the flute player's brows relaxed.

Lin Zhiqing breathed a sigh of relief; it really was the dog's fault.

She composed herself and continued, describing it again:
"Your father has returned from his trip, and your mother is busy preparing a meal. The three of you are a very happy family..."

The more Lin Zhiqing spoke, the deeper her brows furrowed.

Because she noticed that the flute player's brows were furrowing deeper and deeper.

No, this is absolutely wrong!

What went wrong?
Lin Zhiqing grabbed Lin Yangyang and took several steps back.

Then, without hesitation, she began to play the flute.

The sound of the flute echoed throughout the courtyard. Lin Yangyang swallowed hard, still feeling a little nervous.

Because she noticed that the flute player didn't seem to have calmed down; instead, he seemed to be getting angrier and angrier.

Lin Yangyang couldn't describe that feeling.

Lin Zhiqing's flute playing grew increasingly urgent and oppressive, completely devoid of its initial gentleness and tranquility.

The next moment, the flute player suddenly stood up.

He seemed to see through everything that had just happened as a dream, or perhaps he was puzzled, because he looked down at his hands.

Lin Zhiqing's eyes widened slightly. The flute player actually had his own posture?
Although he may make some minor reactions on a daily basis, these are physical reactions and are beyond his control.

But now, just like in the main hall of the Dali Temple, he seems to have developed a consciousness that he can control.

Lin Zhiqing made a quick decision and changed his playing style.

The flute music gradually calmed down, as if it were matching the flutist's movements.

Lin Yangyang didn't dare to move, afraid of disturbing Lin Zhiqing.

Lin Zhiqing's flute playing gradually increased in volume and became more melodious.

She clearly sensed that the flutist and the flute music had formed a strange connection.

She dared not relax for a moment, and the flute music continued uninterrupted.

After an unknown amount of time, the flute player actually took a slow step forward!
Lin Zhiqing was overjoyed.

Become!