Chapter 167 (1/2)

Dressed in a pristine white robe, Ling Tian held onto a jade-green flute and sat on a comfortable chair by his window. A warm smile could be seen on his face as he reminisced about his past life, where he and his siblings would go fis.h.i.+ng in a small stream when they were younger. They would build a small mud dam upstream of the stream and another one downstream. Then, the few of them would scoop out all the water in the center portion like excited little monkeys. Finally, the fishes would then be seen bouncing around in the remaining shallow water. At that time, Xue’er, Meng’er, LingChao…

Then, a bitter smile could be seen on Ling Tian’s face as the thoughts seemed so distant to him. At that time, all of them were probably only about five or six years old. Furthermore, that was probably the only fragment of his memory where they were not fighting and scheming against each other. It was really a pity that the good days just can’t be kept…

Unknowingly, Ling Tian had already brought the flute up to his mouth and a melodious tune filled the room. It was as though the tune came from the heavens, with the heavens drifting and clouds floating with the melody. However, the heavenly tune seemed to carry with it an eternal pain, lingering through eternity. Is this the true meaning of the saying ‘the eternal world will have its end, but this hatred will never fade’?

While the melody of the flute sounded gentle and graceful, it was also bold and intense at the same time. Furthermore, there was a sense of bitterness and desolation carried in the depths of the melody. All of a sudden, this desolate melody seemed to echo throughout the whole Ling residence. Everyone who heard it felt a strange emotion rising in their hearts; it was as though they had already grown old, leisurely spending their remaining time after witnessing the sweetness, bitterness, sourness and spiciness of life.

Behind Ling Tian, Ling Chen was dressed in white as she experienced the desolate emotions of the melody. Her whole heart was immersed in the melody, as her eyes were filled with tears.

After the shock from the previous night, Xiao YanXue was presently resting in her room. Just when she raised the teacup to her lips, she was stunned by the melody of the flute floating over into her ears.

In her life, this was the first time she heard such a melody — so depressing yet beautiful. She never imagined that there would be such a talented musician in the Ling Family!

In that moment, everyone in the Ling Family stopped what they were doing and fully immersed themselves into the beautiful melody.

Without an exception, every one of them felt that the beauty of this melody was something that they had never heard before in their life. The melody was modern, with a tinge of antiquity, and was filled with dense emotions which involuntarily drew the hearts of everyone to resonate with it.

The melody from the flute lingered through the Ling mansion unendingly, as Ling Tian also felt exceedingly sentimental in his heart. This was one of Ling Tian’s favourite piece from his previous life — A Smile Through Life. Playing this piece again, Ling Tian’s heart was filled with an indescribable mood. He felt as though his heart was void of love and hatred, only filled with sourness, bitterness, melancholy, and a deep longing for someone who understood him. It was as though his soul was wrenched up in an endless pain…

”The long rivers and unending waters, the heavens proud of itself.

It is time for the eyes of one to be enlightened.

It is not too early to proclaim the goodness of life,

Let the later generation quarrel about the right and wrong.

The wooden boat floats through the river, enjoying the surrounding scenery with a smile.

The adolescents tangle with their emotions, repeating that process time and time again.

North-south-east-west there are far too many troubles in the world

It is best to view all these troubles with a calm heart.

Who can determine victory and defeat with a single glance,

The fleeting world affairs are the hardest to predict.

Spring-summer-autumn-winter, the tides are always changing.

Realizing that you are too calculative, you are already old.