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A long time, perhaps a century had passed for everyone. The old man on top of the hall let out a long breath. From the looks of it, he seemed to have made the final decision, a certain kind of decision.

Turning around and looking at the crowd below, the elder said with a fierce look in his eyes: "I have spent a thousand days nurturing our troops, but I have summoned you all here today because I have something I need to hand over to you."

Everyone said in unison, "We will serve our master, and we will not decline even if we die."

The old man was very satisfied with everyone's performance. He looked at them and said, "No matter what method you use, I want to see that person forever disappear from this world. Remember my words."

Everyone said expressionlessly, "This subordinate will be able to complete the mission successfully."

The old man seemed to be worried and warned again and again, "Remember, I don't want this person to live in this world. If you are unable to complete this mission, then you won't have to live in this world anymore."

Faced with the threat of the old man, the crowd still looked like walking dead. However, Iceberg's expression was still the same. Everyone said in unison once again, "Please do not worry, Master."

Faced with the repeated promises from these deathsworn, the old man could finally relax. He didn't want others to know that he was the mastermind of this matter. He was a bit worried. If he was afraid that the matter would be exposed, then he would be at the heart of the struggle. He might even have to bear the brunt of thousands of insults.

After Zhang Song bid farewell to Zhang Jun and the others, he went straight to the Music Academy. Before he came, he had talked with Tan Bin on the phone, and Tan Bin told him that he was currently painting sketches for others in the Music Conservatory's auditorium.

When Zhang Song arrived at the Music Academy's auditorium, there was no longer anyone present in the enormous auditorium. Of course, the only exceptions were the woman who was currently sitting in front of the exquisite piano playing right now and the person facing him, Tan Bin, who was depicting everything carefully.

After Zhang Song arrived, he did not make a sound to disturb the two people who were immersed in his own little world. Instead, he calmly walked to the front of a row of seats and sat down, carefully listening to the woman's zither music. Tan Bin and the woman seemed to be too focused on their work to the point where they did not realize someone had come.

The girl seemed to be destined to be standing in the middle of the light, at least, this was what Zhang Song was thinking.

She merely sat there with her eyes closed, with her white dress shining brightly; her flawless face was elegant and beautiful, and her red lips were thin and pursed. She easily caught Zhang Song's attention.

The lady's finger was on the keyboard, it was extremely casual, a string of melodious notes flowed out from her fingers like water from a spring, instantly clearing Zhang Song's mind and waking up Zhang Song's sensitive ears.

"< High Mountains and Running Water >. The topic is not bad. It suits her kind of classical beauty. " Zhang Song said in his heart.

The piano performance had always been beautiful; especially in this silent auditorium, the music at this moment seemed even more melodious and meagre.

Zhang Song enjoyed the happy feeling brought by the zither music.

Who knew that when the girl's finger rhythm changed, the first few sections of < < High Mountains and Running Water > had a bright and fast tempo. In the blink of an eye, she had added a lighter and smoother finger technique, speeding up the lyrical slow parts of the original song, causing the classical music to blossom with a strange and dazzling flower.

The woman became more and more engrossed in her emotions. Her phoenix-like eyes were slightly closed as she quietly sat in the light. Her slender fingers slid across the zither keys, and the sound of the zither rose up like flowers blooming in a spring.

It was clear and agile, like a mirror in water. A Flying Feather and Water Bird flew past it lightly, brushing past the surface of the water little by little and causing ripples.

The melody was peaceful and the tempo was adjusted by the woman, which made it more suitable for the background of high mountains and flowing water. It easily struck a chord in the heart of the listener.

Zhang Song sat on the seat and watched the girl play the zither as her ten fingers moved across the keys. Her eyes were sparkling like the fire essence of the Celestial Great Sage Sun Wukong, under the light of the lamp.

Zhang Song had the illusion that the one playing at the piano was no one else but Mu Xinyi. From the woman playing the zither, Zhang Song could vaguely see a little bit of Mu Xinyi's image, from her figure, actions, and eyes that looked similar to Mu Xinyi's.

Epilogue The last note faded and the applause rose like waves. The applause was not from anyone else, it was from Zhang Song. Being familiar with the music, he never thought that there would be someone who could perform the piano so perfectly, he sincerely praised them.

Hearing the sounds of clapping, the lady looked towards the source of the clapping, and saw Zhang Song clapping for her, she politely smiled, then stood up and bowed to Zhang Song. Smile, bright as the moon eyes raised, like the light of the peach blossoms billowing.

Zhang Song met the woman's gaze and quietly slid across her face. Although she was only a light butterfly, the woman felt that he was staring at her wholeheartedly. Thinking of this, her face couldn't help but turn red.

At this time, Tan Bin who was focused on drawing had also completed his own masterpiece. Seeing that Zhang Song was seated on the seat and putting away his masterpiece, he smiled lightly at Zhang Song and walked in front of him.

"When did you come? I didn't even notice." Tan Bin smiled and greeted.

Zhang Song said as he nodded his head lightly, "I just came here a while ago and saw how serious all of you were, so I didn't disturb you."

"It's up to you." Tan Bin impolitely pounded on Zhang Song's chest. It was as if he was an old friend who had known Zhang Song for a long time. Without waiting for Zhang Song to do anything, Tan Bin seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and said: "Seeing my brain, I almost forgot to introduce him. This is Dongfang Yi, a first year student majoring in piano performance at the Music Conservatory, and a first year student majoring in science and technology at the Computer Academy, Zhang Song." Tan Bin stood beside Zhang Song and Dongfang Yi and introduced them, but no matter how one looked at it, it felt like he was snatching Yue Lao's job, helping them connect the dots.

"Hello, Student Dongfang Yi." Zhang Song slightly bent down and said with an extremely polite tone, his voice was very magnetic yet filled with an limitless vicissitudes of life.

"Hello." Dongfang Yi responded to Zhang Song, and also did the same thing as Zhang Song.

Just at the instant when Dongfang Yi lifted his head to retract his body, that glance of Zhang Song's caused Zhang Song to not dare believe his own eyes. What did he see? In that moment, Zhang Song's eyes flashed a look of pity.

Although it was very short, it was still noticed by the meticulous Dongfang Yi. She more or less felt sad, it was just that she had hidden it well, Zhang Song and Tan Bin did not notice it.

After recovering from the shock, Zhang Song thought to himself, "What a pity." So it turned out that as Dongfang Yi bent his waist, the bangs on her forehead moved a little, but this movement revealed the small piece of red cinnabar mark she had been hiding behind.

She was originally flawless, just like the classical beauty Dongfang Yi. The red patch on the corner of her left eye made her look extremely ugly, from a fairy to something that could let people near and far away.

Although there was no disgust on Zhang Song's face, he still felt a little pity for Dongfang Yi. Perhaps this was a joke made by the heavens, to give you a flawless and beautiful face, yet to leave a very inharmonious picture on your perfect face.

Thinking about it, perhaps they were all of the same life. Zhang Song couldn't help but sympathize with Dongfang Yi, as if they were both abandoned babies by God. In order to not belittle Dongfang Yi's self-esteem and to not discriminate against her weak sense of inferiority, Zhang Song stretched out his hand towards Dongfang Yi as if nothing had happened.

At first, Dongfang Yi was clearly stunned by Zhang Song's actions, but after a moment of reaction, he bravely extended his right hand and held it together with Zhang Song's right hand.

Dongfang Yi's small hands were warm and smooth, causing Zhang Song to have an illusion. It was as if he wasn't holding Dongfang Yi's hand, but the Mu Xinyi's hand that he was extremely familiar with. This feeling was exactly the same as holding Mu Xinyi's hand.

Opposite, Dongfang Yi had the same feeling. His hands were cool and cold, as if he had just taken them out of an icehouse. His hands were like his face, cold and cold as if he had never smiled. The calluses on his hands were thick and thin, like the traces of sadness on the wrinkles on his forehead. The current Dongfang Yi was extremely curious about Zhang Song. What kind of person was he exactly? What had he experienced? That was the reason why he was the current him.

Their eyes met, and although it was only for a brief moment, a trace of ambiguous awkwardness floated between the two of them. Zhang Song took the initiative to break the subtle atmosphere, and said indifferently: "Your zither music is as pleasant to listen to as your person is."

"Thank you for your praise. It seems that you are a very good listener." Dongfang Yi replied.

"Alright, stop praising me. The praises have passed and it's getting late. If you don't go eat now, the cafeteria will close down." Tan Bin patted his stomach in protest.

Hearing Tan Bin's complaints, Dongfang Yi slightly apologized. Don't ask Tan Bin to draw a sketch for her, it wasn't enough for him to starve till now either.

The meticulous Zhang Song naturally saw through the clues, and softly said: "Even if you go over now, I think there should only be some leftover cold soup, I knew that you had not eaten yet, my purpose in coming here is to bring you over to eat."

"I was just teasing you guys, but I'm not hungry yet." Tan Bin awkwardly explained.

"I know, but I'm not joking. Hurry up and pack up. If you're late, you won't have anything to eat." Zhang Song joked.

"Right away." After Tan Bin said this, he rushed over to the piano and started to clean up his painting tools.

Zhang Song and Dongfang Yi however, sunk into a short period of silence. Zhang Song did not look at Dongfang Yi.

A minute passed in the blink of an eye. Tan Bin brought his tools to Zhang Song and's side and said: "I've packed everything, let's go."

Zhang Song nodded and was the first one to walk towards the entrance of the auditorium. Tan Bin followed closely behind, but Dongfang Yi stood there quietly like a statue, not moving an inch.

Although his back was facing Tan Bin and Dongfang Yi, but Zhang Song's ears were extremely sensitive. He suddenly stopped in his tracks, and turned around to look at Tan Bin and Dongfang Yi.

Tan Bin did not react in the beginning, and almost bumped into Zhang Song and Yue Yang, but his reaction speed was still rather fast, when the two were about to collide, he stopped his body from moving forward. After harmonizing the balance of his body, Zhang Song turned around to look at the motionless Dongfang Yi.