Drinking too much is slightly smoked, this is the best state of people, and it is also the time when inspiration comes, not to mention many literati and rioters, even ordinary drunkards also like this state, it seems that the thoughts in the head seem to flow out, and the body seems to fly.

"Brother Bian, stroke a song, it's really not enjoyable to listen to in the morning, there are only fragments" Yosuke Terashima no longer had the appearance of Yiquan just now at this time, he opened his arms slightly, and his hair had already been picked up, revealing an arm, half leaning and half leaning on the long wooden table in front of him.

Bian Rui was naturally a little tall at this time, and he also had the urge to stroke a song on his head, and the shoes on Bian Rui's feet at this time were long gone, and even the socks were not one.

"Bring the harp!"

Bian Rui picked up the wine in front of him, raised his head and drank it all, wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth and said.

The waiter next to him immediately stepped aside and placed the two piano cases brought by Bian Rui next to Bian Rui's table.

Bian Rui took a look, picked up the top daughter's piano, put it in front of the daughter, and then moved Zhifeng Qingyun out.

"Silk strings!" Fu Qingxu was shocked when he saw the silk strings on the childish phoenix Qingyun.

Last time he saw the silk strings on the Tang Qin, he couldn't put it down when he stroked it, but after the strings were stroked, how could he not know that this was an old string, that is, a string that had been used for a long time, originally he thought it was a family heirloom, but now when he saw this pair of strings on Zhifeng Qingyun, he suddenly understood, Bian Rui must know how to make such silk strings, even if he can't make it, he knows who will make it.

It's just that he doesn't understand why this person wants to hide such a good silk string technique.

Wen Shizhang laughed when he heard this, stretched out his hand and stroked Fu Qingxu's shoulder, and said, "Mr. Fu doesn't have to worry, listen to Mr. Bian's "Fisherman's Q&A" and then talk about strings."

As soon as Wen Shizhang's words fell, the sound of Rui's piano over there was already ringing.

A little wine, coupled with a slight drunkenness, made Bian Rui completely let go, only the piano and self in his heart, every hook and every pick came naturally and casually, it seemed that the breeze caressed the gentle lake, and the flowing water passed silently through the clear grass, full of fairy spirit, which happened to be in line with the original intention of "Fisherman's Question and Answer".

In a moment, the other three were immersed in the sound of Bian Rui's piano, Yosuke Terashima closed his eyes and leaned over, but he held his back up, maintaining a slightly strange posture, only the palm of his left hand was gently pressed on his knee, and the fingertips of his fingers were gently tapping on his knee.

Fu Qingxu sat straight, motionless like a statue.

And Wen Shizhang was the most exaggerated, he gently held the chopsticks in his hand, knocked on a small celadon bowl, and whispered softly.

The little girl next to her has practiced the piano, but because the piano practice time is short, the level is too low, and the life experience is also less, she can't hear the charm of her father's piano at all, but she has practiced the piano in the end, and when she sees her father and a few people, she can't help but feel a little self-conscious in her heart.

At this time, the little girl wanted to say to others: Hey, look, that's my father!

The waiters next to them are even worse, not that they have a poor sense of service, but that they can't fit into the song at all.

This can also be understood, people do the work of serving people, in order to make money, how can they be in the mood to play music with guests, and what fairy life is fascinated, what they think is very simple, earn back money to give themselves or their families a living guarantee.

Like Bian Rui, it is estimated that in their eyes, they all belong to the people who are full of food and have nothing to do, and they feel that the world cannot tolerate them.

After Bian Rui finished the song, the whole room was silent, as if it was empty.

After a long time, Fu Qingxu sighed: "It seems that there is one more Mr. Bian in the guqin in the world."

At this time, Bian Rui smiled, the song just now, Bian Rui played the highest level in his history, immersed in the song, he understood a lot of the artistic conception of Fuqin that the ancestor had told him before, but he didn't understand things at the time, just like the ancestor said, Fuqin is a talent that depends on it, and if you understand it, you will understand, and if you don't understand it, you don't understand it.

After the song, Bian Rui already had a little understanding.

Yosuke Terashima glanced at Fu Qingxu lightly, then turned his head to look at Bian Rui, nodded and said, "Mr. Bian's song "Fisherman's Q&A" is really memorable!".

Speaking of this, he sat upright, stretched out his hand and waved to the waiter next to him: "Bring the wine, let me pour the wine for Mr. Bian!"

When the waiter brought the warm wine jar, Yosuke Terashima grabbed the mouth of the altar with one hand, dragged the bottom of the altar with the other, and directly poured a bowl of wine for Bian Rui with the jar.

"Please!"

"Please!" Bian Rui was not polite, and directly picked up the wine and gestured around.

The rest of the servants all picked up the bowl and made a request to Bian Rui, and then drank it with their heads held high.

The people put down their glasses,

Wen Shizhang glanced at the waiter behind him, and said to Terashima: "Let them go down and rest, let's play the qin and meet friends, don't you feel embarrassed when they are standing?"

Yosuke Terashima smiled softly and nodded at the people behind him: "You don't need to be here anymore, go down and take a rest, thank you for your service."

When the waiters had gone down, everyone had to come by themselves for all the food, so everyone moved the wine jar and the small stove of warm wine directly to the side, put the wine jar directly on the small stove, and scooped it with a small bowl at the mouth of the altar.

"I wonder if Mr. Bian would be willing to give me a copy of this score?" Fu Qingxu asked.

Hearing Fu Qingxu's question, Wen Shizhang and Yosuke Terashima both turned their heads in unison and looked at Bian Rui.

Bian Rui was a little embarrassed and gently stroked the bridge of his nose.

"It's mine, isn't it!" Fu Qingxu thought that Bian Rui was not happy when he heard it, so he immediately spoke out to find himself a step down.

Bian Rui waved his hand and said: "No, no, it's just that I don't have a modern score, I only have an ancient score, what's the use of that thing."

In ancient times, the score is said to be a score, it is better to say that it is a technical essential, all of which are recorded in Chinese characters, many men do not know the fundamental knowledge of learning music, a word that contains the position and fingering of the strings, it is all rough, not detailed at all, the real score is passed down by word of mouth between master and apprentice.

"There is no modern spectrum?" Fu Qingxu asked curiously.

Bian Rui nodded: "And I'm really not familiar with staves!"

After speaking, Bian Rui laughed embarrassedly twice, not ashamed at all. It seems to be saying: Lao Tzu just doesn't know how to staves, but he can play the piano so well, don't you say it's annoying?

"Why don't you come to record Shizhang?" Fu Qingxu said to Wen Shizhang.

Wen Shizhang didn't shirk either, and nodded directly.

In this way, Bian Rui had to stroke another song "Fisherman's Q&A".

After the song was over, Bian Rui asked, "Have you recorded it?"

"Forgot!" Wen Shizhang smiled at Bian Rui a little embarrassedly.

So Bian Rui had to stroke it again, and after three times in a row, Wen Shizhang recorded the whole score.

"Don't just come with me, everyone will also have a song" how Bian Rui was willing to let go of the people in front of him.

Everyone didn't push back when they heard it, first of all, Wen Shizhang, who took Bian Rui's childish phoenix Qingyun, and arched his hand at everyone: "Give everyone a song "Guan Shanyue"."

Everyone smiled slightly when they heard this, and waited quietly for Wen Shizhang to stroke the qin.

Needless to say, Wen Shizhang's level is that the current guqin masters, including Bian Rui, are very fascinated by it, and they have also figured out a little skill from Wen Shizhang's performance.

Confucius said that there must be my teacher if the three people do it, and what he said is really right.

Waiting for Wen Shizhang to finish playing, everyone cheered in unison.

Wen Shizhang gently stroked the body of Zhifeng Qingyun and said: "It's really a good qin! It is one of the best pianos I have ever played in my generation, surpassing many guqins."

Yosuke Terashima smiled: "Okay, don't say it, give me the piano, I'll give you a song "High Mountain", wait a while, I'll go and get the piano I borrowed, and you will be in peace with me when the time comes."

Bian Rui smiled: "Don't take it, isn't there a bed of pianos here?"

Yosuke Terashima was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then smiled: "It's okay!"

In fact, Yosuke Terashima wanted to say in his heart, isn't this your daughter's practice piano! But seeing Bian Rui say this, he naturally didn't say much, watching Bian Rui take the piano out of the piano case and pass it to Wen Shizhang through Fu Qingxu's hand.

Wen Shizhang took the piano, and saw that the body of the piano was also a special ice blue silk string, and couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head.

stroked the strings, and Wen Shizhang was stunned for the sound of the strings.

Turning over the back of the piano, Wen Shizhang saw the name of the piano body: The Lonely Crane Returns to Fly, and then reread the inscription and gently stroked the strings, and sighed: "It's really like the name, it's not an exaggeration at all!"

"Good koto!" Yosuke Terashima exclaimed.

"I didn't expect Mr. Bian to be a famous luthier," Fu Qingxu said.

"The violin making is average, mainly because the material left by the master is good" Bian Rui was slightly polite.

"There is still such material?" Fu Qingxu asked anxiously after hearing this.

Bian Rui said: "Yes."

"Such a material as Zhifeng Qingyun?"

Bian Rui broke out in a cold sweat when he heard this, and hurriedly shook his head and said: "This kind of material can be met but not sought, I mean that the lonely crane returns to fly such a material, there are about ten beds left, maybe more or less."

Fu Qingxu then asked, "I don't know how much Brother Bian's piano is a bed?"

Bian Rui thought for a moment and raised a finger.

Fu Qingxu looked at it, and suddenly felt a little painful, a finger is definitely not 100,000, such piano materials will cost more than 200,000 yuan just to sell, not to mention such materials, that is, many of the old coffin materials are now priced at hundreds of thousands, not to mention such materials. 10 million is a bit exaggerated, no one said that the piano made now can be sold for 10 million, that is hype not selling pianos.

In this case, one finger of the edge appears has to be easily understood, a million!

Seriously, Fu Qingxu thinks that it is not expensive, and now the works of several guqin masters are sold for hundreds of thousands, and one million is not unusual, and the level of the material is definitely not as good as the lone crane in front of him.

But people have this problem, the same thing, no matter how expensive it is made by celebrities, it is worth it, but it is made by people who are not famous, no matter how cheap it is, some people think it is not worth it.

It's like Teacher Li in the past, and Fu Qingxu now.

"Such a level?"

Seeing Bian Rui nodded, Wen Shizhang said, "When can I see Qin?"

"You want?" Bian Rui was a little surprised.

It's not that Bian Rui feels that his piano is not worth it, but he thinks that everyone will be too expensive, but he didn't expect Wen Shizhang to even ask for the piano directly.

"Hmm, it's the same string on it, right?"

Wen Shizhang asked deliberately, and when he saw Bian Rui, he nodded and said, "Then set a bed."

Yosuke Terashima said, "I want a bed too!"

Bian Rui hurriedly waved his hand and said: "I only have one bed in the production now, and I don't know when the next bed will come out, or I'll inform you when it's ready."

Yosuke Terashima looked at Bian Rui and asked, "When will the remade bed be good?"

Bian Rui thought for a while and said, "One or two months!"

Yosuke Terashima said to Wen Shizhang: "Why don't you let me first, I will have a concert in Tokyo in three months, although it is a small concert, but a good piano can add a lot of color to me."

Wen Shizhang shook his head again and again: "Don't you have me? Two months later, I will also have a concert on Taiwan Island, the tenth anniversary of the death of my original teacher, I can't let this piano."

Neither of them mentioned the question of whether Bian Ruiqin was good or bad now, it was out of trust in Bian Rui. The trust of one million seems too luxurious for ordinary people, but for Yosuke Terashima and Wen Shizhang, it is not too much to test Bian Rui's character.