Encounter

  Standing on the small platform, Mazi finally understood why this place was called Qingyan.

  Only the small station was hidden in the valley, with towering cliffs on both sides, and green trees and vines grew on the rock walls, like a dragon spring treasure sword shining with emerald light, piercing the blue sky. Although it was the hottest summer time, at this moment, she still felt a chill coming, cutting off her previous dizziness and heat.

  Misty cicada took a deep breath, turned her head to look at the small platform. The train had already reached its final destination here and refused to go any deeper into the mountains. Misty cicada got off the train, and the carriage was empty, showing how few people came here.

  There were also a few passengers getting off the train on the small platform, but they quickly dispersed. The empty and deserted platform was now left with only her standing alone.

  Third Uncle said someone would come to pick us up, but it seems that person hasn't arrived yet.

  It's probably not the other person's fault, but this green train has been avoiding collisions on the rail line, resulting in repeated delays, and it's already several hours late from the scheduled arrival time.

  It's been a few hours, can't believe you're still here waiting stupidly?

  Mò zhān also felt a bit down, fiddling with the phone's address book, wanting to call Third Uncle. But it was unclear whether it was the poor mobile signal in this small place or his own phone signal being blocked by the sharp mountain walls, anyway, Third Uncle's end of the line just couldn't be connected.

  The cicada stood alone on the deserted moon platform, desperately looking up at the sky. The narrow strip of sky was so dense and blue that it seemed as if it would drip down at any moment, cut off by the sharp peaks of the mountains like a pair of gemstone swords.

  Meng Chuan's heart suddenly skipped a beat, thumping rapidly, beating faster and faster - in such a sky, she seemed to have seen it somewhere before!

  It was in a dream, in that endless running dream, when she walked into the old mansion, she once looked up and saw such a sky!

  Misty cicada was frightened by her own memories, desperately recalling the scenes in her dream, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was off - how could there be accordion sounds in such an old mansion.

  And she swore that she wouldn't mishear, and even recalled the black-clad, white-collared, white-socked young man who was indeed holding a harmonica with a metallic white shell and green plastic on both sides. Almost all of them could immediately think of the brand of this harmonica - Dunhuang!

  She learned harmonica in music class when she was in elementary school. The one she used was a Dunhuang brand harmonica just like this one.

  Meng Xian thought for a moment and suddenly laughed, hmm, she must have been delirious with fever last night, so she forcibly inserted the harmonica from her childhood memories into her dream, and even put it in that young man's hand.

  And this seemingly familiar sky, hmm, maybe it's because her father told her stories about Qingyan when she was a kid, only she forgot, but perhaps it resurfaced from her subconscious when she had a fever.

  In a small valley, a gentle breeze blows secretly, stirring the cicada's hair and making it flutter finely in the wind. Just like - there is a soft gaze, circling around her.

  Itchy.

  The cicada laughed and swept away the silk threads, suddenly hearing a crisp metallic collision sound coming from beside.

  Tick-tock, tick-tock.