I Have a Golden Crow

When Du Yu entered the dreamworld of West Xia’s Flute for the third time, he was already adept at mastering this realm.

”Her, Zhu Yingtai.” Giant Du Yu stood between heaven and earth, extending a hand forward.

A white cloud not far away resembled cotton candy, shaped into the figure of a woman.

Beside giant Du Yu stood a massive girl.

She continued to play the Jade Flute, following the melody Du Yu had just taught, while her ethereal eyes gazed at the clouds in the sky.

This was their agreement; he taught her the flute tunes and narrated the stories behind the music.

In return, West Xia’s Flute would tell its own story.

”She was beautiful and intelligent, loved poetry and books, but the society at the time did not allow women to show their faces publicly, so she could only disguise as a man to study outside.”

Giant Du Yu waved his large hand, and the woman on the cloud was already dressed as a man. Meanwhile, a man appeared at the other end of the cloud.

”His name was Liang Shanbo. They met during their studies, immediately got along, and traveled together.”

The Flute Maiden quietly watched the two figures on the cloud, seeing them grow closer.

They studied together by day and shared a bed by night.

The Flute Maiden listened to the gently unfolding story, watching the figures on the cloud come together and drift apart.

Bound by fate and resentment, knowing and accompanying each other, loving and promising, misunderstanding and forcing...

A romantic yet twisted and tragic story, within the transformation of clouds and Du Yu’s narration, finally reached its end.

”Liang Shanbo couldn’t propose successfully, fell into depression from illness, and eventually passed away in sorrow.”

”Upon hearing the tragic news, Zhu Yingtai vowed to sacrifice herself. On the day she was forced to marry into the Ma Family, she insisted on passing through South Mountain to pay tribute at Liang Shanbo’s tomb.”

On the white cloud, the two figures had already turned into one person and one grave.

The bride before the grave was mourning unfathomably, suddenly met with a stormy downpour; as the grave suddenly split open, the grieving woman hesitated not, plunging herself into it.

The sound of the flute quietly faded away at this moment.

The Flute Maiden stood beside Du Yu, looking up at the clouds, forgetting to play.

Du Yu also gazed at the clouds, the wind and rain gradually ceasing, leaving the world silent.

Suddenly, a pair of butterflies flew out from the grave.

In the story narrated by Du Yu, all characters, carriages, and horses were transformed from clouds, like candy forming shapes.

Yet, this pair of butterflies were dazzling Dream Dance Flame Butterflies.

Under the sun’s rays, they scattered sparkling spots.

Fluttering, dancing, shadows following...

The Flute Maiden’s sorrowful face revealed a complex smile.

Her massive eyes gazed at the butterflies flying further away, remaining motionless for a long time.

Slowly, she closed her eyes again, placing the long flute on her lips.

The melodious and twisting sound of the flute rose again, bidding farewell to this pair of loving and sacrificing souls.

And this time, the ”Butterfly Lovers” blown between her lips was no longer just a mere melody but a story.

A touching and tragic story.

At the same time, within West Xia Park.

Cheng Feng slightly widened his eyes, Yang Qingqing was even more moved internally.

Having not heard any story, in fact, she stood quietly here all along, guarding Du Yu.

Yet this mournful and affection-filled flute sound completely enveloped her within West Xia Flute’s emotions.

From afar, a tall figure approached, crossing the street, and stood at the edge of the lawn.

His gaze was vacant, resembling a puppet, standing still, gazing up at the enormous Artifact Spirit.

The matter of Fu Jianzhou heading to West Xia Park had been reported to Cheng Feng and Yang Qingqing, whether from Li Mengnan, Lin Shiwei, or the soldiers stationed in Xixia Town.

At Cheng Feng’s direction, no one stopped Fu Jianzhou from coming.

Seeing Fu Jianzhou’s state, Cheng Feng sighed deeply; compared to other dreamers, he was the first one in three months to be controlled by the sound of the flute.

Apparently, the West Xia Flute project will have its conclusion today.

Yang Qingqing, looking far at her disciple, felt some unease in her heart; after observing for a while, she turned her gaze ahead.

Besides the skirt of the young lady, Du Yu was still lying softly on the ground, immersed in his dreams.

So... what exactly happened?

Regarding what happened, Du Yu was not quite aware.

The dreamscape he controlled suddenly transformed, under the blue skies and white clouds, into a tranquil little town.

Jiangnan Water Village?

Before Du Yu was an old-fashioned residence.

Behind him was a small canal. On the distant stone arch bridge, people came and went in a continuous stream.

Underneath the stone bridge, a boatman steered using a bamboo pole, guiding a small boat, slowly flowing away.

”Bang!”

The mansion’s front door suddenly opened, and a young man was thrown out, landing heavily on the stone road.

Amidst bursts of exclamations, people in the street scattered away.

”Get lost! This is the last time! Don’t force me to break your leg!” Several people looking like house staff walked out from in front of the door, face unfriendly, staring at the youth lying on the ground.

Due to the figures in the dream world being very vague, Du Yu couldn’t clearly see the young man’s appearance but could feel his pain.

The youth was likely beaten to the point of a bruised face, his movements to rise were struggling, his body slightly trembling, he raised his head to look at the mansion door.

Gradually, people in the street began to gossip.

It seemed like they were very dissatisfied with such bullying behavior, but they only discussed quietly and did not rashly step forward.

”Woo woo~ woo~”

A sobbing sound came from the courtyard, and immediately, a Wolf Lake Dog was violently thrown out.