Xiao Wu soon realized that everyone was no longer staring at him so intently. After heaving a sigh of relief, he sneaked out every day and went to the tree hole.
Shao Dong and the rest were still young, so Mu Jingzhe didn't let them follow her. Instead, she went there herself and even recorded it with a tape recorder.
The situation for the next few days was similar. Every time Mu Jingzhe heard the tune, she had to control herself to avoid crying. Later on, there was even strange music. It sounded normal at first and only a little strange, but it made her hair stand on end.
There was a strong mountain wind on the remote mountains, and a mild wind would blow over from time to time. As Xiao Wu liked to come in the evening, when the humming flute melody played against the mild wind, Mu Jingzhe kept feeling like she was being targeted by something or something could appear at any time. Her heart was thumping.
