Death Flute
Missed him

Ouwyang Kuan and Sui She were deeply saddened by the passing of Ouwyang Ping. But they did not let the sadness drag on. They are determined to make up for decades of wasted time. They are both very happy to finally reunite. Their affection intertwined warmly and made all who saw touched.

Chien Wan watched them with mixed feelings. In just a short time his fate changed. From an orphan and a young man with no origins, to become the heir of Nada Valley as well as the nephew of the owner of Wisma Bambu. His life changed drastically. From a servant to a young master. Even Four Silver Tambur changed their call to ‘young’ master.

In this situation, he should be happy. But all he felt was nothingness. Nothing is real except the bitter fact that the girl he loved so much, his beloved, had become his sister.

Chien Wan is numb. All he did was a heartless movement. He never blew his flute again.

Sung Cen looked at Chien Wan's heart. He was very sad, but unable to comfort him. For the past few days, he has been trying to get Chien Wan to talk. But the young man always avoided him.

The Luo Family had yet to return to the Bamboo Guesthouse. They were still in the Nada Valley at the request of Sui She and Ouwyang Kuan. Both felt that, with the presence of Chien Wan's friends, their son would be more comforted.

Though Sen Khang, Meng Huan, and Ting Ting were helpless to comfort Chien Wan.

“Since that event, Sister Wan has become increasingly sad and moody.” Ting Ting looked at Chien Wan who was walking away from them with a look of pity. I don't know where he's going. It was already night, almost bedtime.

Meng Huan chimed in, “Maybe she remembered Miss Ouwyang.”

Sen Khang exhaled. “Maybe. Chien Wan loves him very much.”

“But now he knows that Ping-er is his sister!” protest Ting Ting with pouting lips. “Where can he love his sister like a boy loves a girl?”

“That's the case, of course, it's not easy to forget the memories of when they still love each other, when they don't know the real reality,” said Meng Huan. “Poor Chien Wan. Poor Miss Ouwyang.”

Ting Ting was getting sullen.

Meng Huan frowned. With this event, it meant that there was an open opportunity for Ting Ting to approach Chien Wan. Then what about him alone? She really liked Ting Ting.

“Already,” Lerai Sen Khang. “For the time being, we better not talk about the Ping-er issue with him. That will only add to his sadness.”

Ting Ting and Meng Huan nodded obediently.

While they were talking, Sung Cen came to them. His face looked wrinkled. He should talk to Chien Wan! He felt that Chien Wan had stayed away from him for blaming him for this incident. Sung Cen himself felt very guilty. But what must he do to make amends?

Sen Khang saw him coming and said hello, “Uncle Sung Cen.”

Ting Ting and Meng Huan did not come over to say hello. They were a bit awkward with that middle-aged man. All this time they were used to Uncle Khung. They like Uncle Khung, but once they learn that Uncle Khung is just a disguise of a Sung Cen, they can't decide how they feel about him.

Sung Cen knew their feelings. He doesn't dispute all that. It doesn't matter to him. What matters now is that he has to talk to Chien Wan.

“You guys see where Chien Wan is?”

“Yes. He was heading to the southern foothills, ” replied Sen Khang.

Sung Cen nodded. “Good. I'm going there first.”

After Sung Cen died, Meng Huan breathed a long sigh. “Either how Chien Wan feels about that person now. Over the years he has deceived us all by displaying the figure of Uncle Khung.”

“Uncle Sung Cen didn't mean it,” denied Ting Ting.

“She just lied to us by changing her face. His character and personality are entirely his own. My own father once said, since returning from retirement Uncle Khung changed. I don't think he changed who he was, just his face. There is no reason why we should hate it. We've loved it all this time. What difference does it make even if his face changes?” sen Khang said calmly.

Meng Huan nodded.

***

Chien Wan had not been able to close her eyes again since that incident. He has barely slept since. Every time he closed his eyes, Ouwyang Ping's face was always overshadowed. A beautiful face that is so sad and full of pain. I don't know when he'll forget it.

“Chien Wan.”

Chien Wan's body stiffened. He knew the voice of Sung Cen. He hadn't spoken to that man in a long time. He didn't mean to avoid Sung Cen, but somehow they never got a chance to talk.

“Paman.”

They're staring.

Sung Cen watched the face of the young man he loved like a child himself closely. “Are you mad at me?” ask without further ado.

Chien Wan sighed. “No.”

“Then why did you avoid me?”

“I'm not avoiding Uncle.”

“Chien Wan.” Sung Cen gripped Chien Wan's shoulder. “I know you blame me for everything that happened to you and Ping-er. From the beginning I wanted to be frank about who you are, who I am, but I had neither the courage nor the opportunity. Nor do I know whether the danger that threatened your soul from birth still exists or not. I was so relieved to hear that Master's Wife and Hui Lun were gone. I meant to tell you about the secret. Yet I was struck by Ping-er's presence and the fact that you and her.”.

“That's over, Uncle,” Chien Wan said. He broke away from Sung Cen and stood behind him. His feelings are chaotic.

“No! That has not passed!” rebut Sung Cen loudly. “If it has passed, of course you will not be silent and moody all day! If it had passed, you would have blown your flute!”

Chien Wan's back shook.

“Hatimu hurts. You want to scream, but you can't. Why don't you take it out? Yell out! Maki-maki me if it makes you feel calm! But don't be silent like this!”

“Why should I curse Uncle?” chien Wan. “All this is destiny. No one is guilty or right here. We are all victims.”

“True!” sung Cen's nods growled. “We are all victims! Your father suffered, your mother was mentally ill, now you're the one who lost your lover. I lost my wife and daughter too! But life must go on. Remember, Chien Wan. Now you have a responsibility towards Nada Valley!”

Chien Wan stepped in leaving Sung Cen. He could not bear to hear it anymore.

Sung Cen watched him painfully.

Chien Wan continued to step up and stopped suddenly. Like getting enlightenment, he suddenly woke up from self-pity. Is correct. The one suffering was not just him and Ouwyang Ping. For years, his father and mother suffered. Sung Cen is suffering. But they can rise and live their next life. He and Ouwyang Ping must be!

Now they are very hard hit. But someday, maybe a year or two, they will be able to remember the events of today with a smile. Love is not easy to throw away, but it can be changed. Love can turn into brotherly love.

Chien Wan took a breath, then started blowing the Black Bamboo Flute with all her feelings. Chanting an amazingly beautiful song, a song that has not been heard for a long time in the Valley of Nada. A song that can make the soul moved and fascinated. A song capable of making the birds stop chirping, the butterfly stops its wingspan, and approaches to immerse in a mesmerizing rhythm.

The music of the gods was heard back in the Valley of Tones!

Sung Cen's eyes glazed over.

Everyone in the Nada Valley fell silent. They stop whatever activity they are doing just to listen to the song. As long as the song played, the atmosphere of the Valley of Tones was silent. Only the wind blows rhythmically as if to be background music that is in harmony with the rhythm of the song.

When the song ends, life comes back.

Chien Wan lowered the Black Bamboo Flute from her mouth. His feelings became calmer. But his eyes were far away. Somehow, he did not regret all the events that had happened. He realized it was his destiny. Sooner or later, he will know the truth. And thank goodness it happened before it was too late.

His identity has been revealed. He is Ouwyang Chien Wan, heir to the Nada Valley. A position he must pay for with his love.

I don't know when he'll be able to forget his grief. But as time goes by, the pain will definitely be treated. And all the stories that have happened will be memories.