PFC Chapter 289 Mysterious Man
Chapter 289 Mysterious Man
Chapter 289 Mysterious Man
Just as the master and servant were immersed in comforting each other, a melodious flute sound drifted over, like a clear spring flowing into the slightly dull and oppressive atmosphere.
The sound of the xiao (vertical bamboo flute) is melodious and ethereal. At first listen, it is like a mountain breeze gently rustling the leaves, making a soft whisper. Upon closer listening, it is like birdsong in the forest at dawn, crisp and lively, with each note carrying vibrant life. At the climax, it surges like a tide, full of endless affection and power, echoing and swirling in the air.
Upon hearing the sound, Lin Qianqian and Xiaodie hurriedly looked around, their eyes filled with shock and curiosity.
Xiaodie couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. She tilted her head slightly, looked in the direction of the sound, and said with a look of delight in her eyes, "Miss, where is this flute music coming from? It's quite beautiful!"
Lin Qianqian nodded gently, her gaze sweeping around her. Her expression held both fascination with the beautiful sound and a hint of doubt, as if she were pondering the identity of the person behind the flute music.
Lin Qianqian's heart skipped a beat. She looked in the direction of the sound, her eyes searching urgently, filled with doubt and inquiry.
She tilted her head slightly, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound, when a slender figure came into view.
On the tree, a man stood with his back to the tree. He was dressed in plain clothes, the hem of which fluttered gently in the breeze. His long, ink-black hair was casually tied up, with a few strands falling around his neck, which made his neck appear even longer.
Lin Qianqian gazed at the retreating figure, her brows furrowing slightly. She spoke cautiously, her voice soft and tentative: "Excuse me, who are you...?"
After the words were spoken, all around was silent. The man did not respond immediately. Only the melodious sound of the flute stopped abruptly, like a thread that had been cut, but its lingering resonance still echoed in the air.
The man lightly touched the branches with his toes, his figure like a swan spreading its wings, drawing a smooth arc in mid-air, his clothes fluttering, just like an immortal riding the wind.
The landing was silent, like a feather falling; it was a powerful movement, yet it exuded ultimate elegance.
He didn't turn around after landing, but just stood there quietly with his back to Lin Qianqian, exuding a sense of aloofness that kept people at a distance.
After a brief pause, he acted as if nothing had happened, and continued walking forward.
Lin Qianqian watched the man's retreating figure and subconsciously murmured, "Sigh..."
Her mouth was slightly open, her brows were furrowed, and her eyes were full of conflict and expectation. The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them back, her expression full of hesitation.
Xiaodie, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it any longer. She pouted and her cheeks puffed out in anger. She shouted loudly, "Hey! Who are you? How rude of you!" Her clear voice, which was also a little angry, carried far in the quiet mountain forest.
"Xiao Die!" Lin Qianqian was both surprised and anxious, and hurriedly called out to stop her, her face full of panic, afraid that Xiao Die's recklessness would anger the other party.
Just then, the man's steady steps suddenly stopped, as if he had been frozen in place.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment, leaving only a mysterious and elusive silhouette that aroused both curiosity and a slight sense of fear.
After an unknown amount of time, the wind gently ruffled Lin Qianqian's hair. She finally mustered her courage and spoke softly, her voice tinged with nervousness and anticipation: "Young master, may I ask who you are...?" Her eyes were fixed on the mysterious man before her, filled with inquiry and curiosity.
The man seemed to hear a call from afar; his movements were slow yet elegant, like slowly turning in water, his aura so cold it seemed to be enveloped in frost and snow.
He first turned his face slightly to the side, revealing his high, straight nose. Then, he turned his long neck, and his aloof and handsome face was gradually revealed to Lin Qianqian.
The man's eyebrows slanted sharply towards his temples, and his eyes, like cold stars, were deep and icy, seemingly able to see through everything yet indifferent to all things. Beneath his high, straight nose, his thin lips were slightly pursed, exuding an aloofness that kept people at a distance.
His fair skin was almost transparent under the sunlight, which further accentuated his aloof and independent temperament.
The cold yet handsome face, as if it had stepped out of a painting, instantly left Lin Qianqian and Xiao Die dumbfounded. The two looked at each other, frozen in place as if under a spell, staring blankly at the man in front of them, unable to recover for a moment.