Legend has it that in the dense forest on Penglai Immortal Island, there is a sacred mountain. There is a mountain on the hill that has been around since ancient times

Mo Ruoli saw that she was eating very reluctantly, and thought to himself that Mo Yu must have made a big deal. I was secretly annoyed that I was naïve with her, and I tossed a fool like this, and there was a faint trace of unbearability and distress in my heart. After a moment of silence, he said lightly, "If it doesn't taste good, just say it clearly." ”

"No, no, no, no," Su Jingnian shook his head like a rattle, and was about to continue to explain, when he suddenly looked at the night when Mo Ruoli left. Secretly screaming bad for a while, if the cold beauty tastes the soup herself, she will inevitably find that the taste is wrong. She must be ashamed of her poor cooking skills, and she will be even more angry that she lied to her.

Gritting a bite of silver teeth, he quickly got up and brought the soup in front of him, and flattered, "It's delicious, it's delicious, I'm so hungry, Liruo, you can give me this bowl too."

Without waiting for Leng Meiren to answer, Su Jingnian held the heart of death, picked up the big bowl and began to drink again.

Mo Ruoli was puzzled at first, then reacted, and the corners of his eyes curved.

In the mouth of the soup, Su Jingnian, who had closed his eyes tightly, instantly widened his fox eyes. How is this taste so different from the previous bowl, the taste of the previous bowl is so indefatigable, but this bowl is sweet and refreshing, which is the taste of white fungus lotus seed soup in memory. Squinting, countless question marks appeared in my heart.

After a few large bites, I finished the soup and put down the big bowl. With a satisfied look on his face, he said, "If this soup is so delicious, I don't know if I will be lucky enough to taste it next time." ”

Mo Ruoli lowered his eyes when he heard the words and sighed softly.

Su Jingnian frowned and said, "Liruo, I consider myself your friend. I also wish you would treat me like this, and talk to me about anything that is on your mind. Although I am not talented, I am absolutely willing to support you wholeheartedly. I see that you and the two girls look different today, but when you go out, do you encounter any difficult things, or meet any difficult characters?"

Mo Ruoli sighed lightly, stared at Su Jingnian, and said, "None." ”

Su Jingnian was displeased, why did he always refuse me thousands of miles away, and he was about to continue to ask.

Mo Ruoli continued to ask softly, "Is Ananda really as in the story, free from the temptations of the world?"

Su Jingnian was stunned, and his face burned. My heart was beating like a drum, and my breath was being held.

This Ananda is calling himself or referring to Ananda in the story

Mo Ruoli saw her stupid and stupid stupid and pink face, and somehow her mood got better. Such a fool who is almost madly obsessed with himself, just because his every move is happy or sad, how can he be the guest of the Oiran for the sake of beauty?

The smart and wise Su Nan, the stupid Su Nan, the affectionate and unique Su Nan, countless identical, but not quite the same, broke into Mo Ruo Centrifugation. And when even the master of the heart has not yet noticed, he has deeply imprinted his own unique traces. The traces linger and become clearer day by day.

Curling the corners of his lips, he called softly, "Ananda, have you ever heard me?"

Su Jingnian felt the urge to cry at this moment, and he couldn't tell whether it was joy or sourness in his heart. In short, something was stirring and shouting in the depths of the soul, and a warm liquid gradually floated under the eyes, and even the cold beauty in front of him was a little blurred

Taking a deep breath, Su Jingnian puffed up his cheeks, held it for a while, and then exhaled his breath deeply, which stopped the flood of liquid. looked at Mo Ruoli and said seriously, "Liruo, Ananda in and out of the story, there is only one person in my heart from beginning to end." Just because she is her, Ananda is Ananda. ”

"Hmm. The smile deepened.

Mo Ruoli didn't know why. I listened to the true words of the fool and saw the tears of the fool. He no longer doubted that this fool had only himself in his heart, and no one else. Why bother to find out what Oiran is, what guests to enter the curtain on?

Her beautiful eyes were light, and she moved her gaze to the picture scroll brought by Su Jingnian, and asked, "Ananda, what did you bring this time?"

Su Jingnian smiled shyly, held the painting with both hands, and said, "It's a painting I painted myself, and I gave it to Liruo, I hope Liruo can like it." ”

Mo Ruo took the painting and unwrapped the scroll with his fingers. A picture of stepping on the snow to find plum blossoms comes into view.

In the painting, a person who stepped on the snow from a distance, cold and beautiful, was himself. The other person held up a red paper umbrella in the snow, and the snowflakes and plum blossoms on the umbrella accumulated a thick layer; the person under the umbrella was covered by the umbrella, and he could only see a smile; the smile seemed to be the warm sun in winter, and like a dark night lamp, kind and warm, and it was Su Nan who painted it.

"The prosperity is not worth it, and the years are inseparable. Mo Ruoli slowly chanted these eight words.

The lingering, bloody memories in my memory flashed back and reappeared in front of my eyes like a midnight dream. The corpses are everywhere, the fire is raging, the wailing palace people, the burned brother Bao, the mother concubine kneeling at the feet of Tianmin and begging, the Wanyan people and the Baiyier people who were suddenly in trouble, and the dozens of days that were infiltrated by blood, are all lingering nightmares in the past ten years.

Mother, how can you let Ruoli not hate, and how can Ruoli not fight. Morahor Tianmin, I will definitely let the imperial brother take away your country, and I will definitely let you and your children and grandchildren die a bad death.

Su Jingnian saw that Mo Ruoli had read those eight words, so he stopped talking. Thinking that the cold beauty was not pleased with her own assertions, she painted the beauty on the scroll at the same time as herself, so she said, "I drew myself without the permission of Liruo." If I don't like it, I'll change it from the painting, and the rest will not change. ”

Mo Ruoli shook his head and said, "That's fine." ”

"Hmm," Su Jingnian returned to the warm smile in the painting. His eyes fell on the fifty strings by the window, and he opened his mouth and asked, "Do you like fifty strings?"

"My mother passed it on when I was young, but unfortunately I was stupid and didn't know the essentials of the technique, so I haven't improved it so far. Mo Ruoli said regretfully. Mother, mother, do you know that if you leave that day, you will stop forever like these fifty strings.

Su Jingnian said with a smile, "My mother also passed on my gonghou when I was a child, but I didn't know the essence of it at all. Thinking about it, this gonghou and fifty strings are often played together. Although the timbre of the two is completely different, they resonate harmoniously together. I wonder if there is something in common between these two completely different instruments in terms of fingering. It's better to play the fifty strings, and you and me, to see if we can participate in all kinds of mysteries and break the bottleneck. ”

"Good. ”

Mo Ruoli put away the scroll, got up and moved to the fifty strings. Su Jingnian followed.

Pitch black paulownia wood in person, the beginning and end are painted with a hundred flowers, the side seal brocade, and the body is engraved with moire. This fifty strings are probably hundreds of years old.

The beauty sits upright, her fingers skimming the strings, which is the unity of the people.

Flicking the jade fingers, the short and full music flows out;

It was the ninth beat of Cai Wenji's eighteen beats, "The sky is boundless, and my heart is sad." Life is as fleeting as a white horse, but I can't be happy when I'm in my prime. I want to ask the sky, but there is no reason for the sky. Raise your head and look up at the clouds and smoke, and the nine beats are nostalgic for who is with the biography"

Su Jingnianzai listened carefully and looked at it seriously. This song is sad and sighing, the time is short, the prime year does not match, the fate is shallow, and the sorrow is boundless. This cold beauty, how sad again.

The fingering of the beauty seems to be light and ingenious, but it is slightly insufficient to match the bright and vigorous instrument with the timbre of the fifty strings, but it fits well with the ethereal and tactful sound of the gonghou. Thinking of this, Su Jingnian's heart moved. His own gonghou has not been able to improve, it is because of the problem with the fingering that the mother concubine taught her fingering emphasizes strength and explosion, which is more suitable for fifty strings, rather than gonghou. The reason why this cold beauty has not been able to grasp the essentials is precisely because the fingering taught by her mother is more suitable for Konghou than fifty strings.

Su Jingnian got up and walked around behind Leng Meiren, wrapping his arms around the beauty. The four hands are folded, with the fingers leading the fingers, and the gonghou fingering method taught by the mother concubine drives the beauty to play the fifty strings. It's still the ninth beat of the eighteen beats.

Su Jingnian's fresh breath, warm fingers, and close face made Mo Ruoli's ears hidden under the green silk red again.

This squeeze

Nicknamed children's language, grievances and grievances.

Suddenly turned into a high-spirited warrior, and the warriors went to the enemy field.

The floating clouds and catkins have no roots, and the world is wide and far-reaching.

Hundreds of birds are noisy, and suddenly I see a lonely phoenix.

It is impossible to climb the scale, and the loss of momentum is a thousand pounds.

He had two ears and did not listen to the silk fence.

Hearing that Master Ying played, he sat aside.

The push stopped, and the wet clothes were full of tears.

Yinghuer is sincere, and there is no ice charcoal to put my intestines. 1

The rhythm of the music turns a thousand times, and the flying stream reverberates, touching the heart. Qin Huai up and down, all fell for it, in ancient times, plain women were confused, but it was like this.

After the song was finished, the two couldn't draw their minds for a while. It is not only to be immersed in such a beautiful rhythm, but also to be lost in such a magical encounter. It seems that in the dark, there is destiny. One has learned the gonghou, the other has played the gong since childhood, one has not been able to improve, the other does not understand the essentials, just with the mentality of trying, changing the other party's playing fingering, the rhythm will be like a phoenix nirvana, like a new life; the same tune, but the realm reached is more than dozens of layers, there is a world of difference.

Mo Ruo's heart is full of centrifugal lake waves, and when he stops, will he start again because of him?

"Miss," Mo Yu knocked on the doorporch and said coldly, "A girl who claims to be Weiyang asks to see her, saying that she hears Miss's voice, and she admires it very much, and wants to see Miss." ”

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