didn't say it, Wang Yi chose the latter with great anticipation.

Knock knock, several striped kraft boxes with thin plastic sheets quickly fell on the soft bed. Wang Yi nodded with satisfaction, this package looks pretty good.

He carefully opened one of the boxes.

Tsk, this silk is so smooth, Wang Yi dares to swear with the eight generations of the ancestors of the Wang family, in the Silk Museum of Sihang, all the silk products are not as good as the one in front of him.

It is extremely bright, has a soft texture, and has a smooth and flat surface, reflecting a very soft light like a pearl when illuminated by the sun.

It really looks like a beautiful work of art.

Such a gift will not be sold at any price.

Wang Yi rewrapped it with satisfaction, and then continued to operate Happy Town.

The building materials obtained in the past two days have been completed one after another, raising the upper limit of the town's population by 300 households.

However, there is no variation in these two community services, although they can be clicked, but the screen is blank.

Wang Yi estimates that it may not be activated until the number of residents in the town increases.

It was still early now, and while waiting, Wang Yi clicked on the theater.

Let's watch a movie!

There are movies, operas, concerts, dramas, operas and other choices on the screen, Wang Yi feels that he has no love for the latter two, and the two categories of opera and concert, it seems that his taste is not enough, and the layman is not very good at appreciating it, so he just watches movies.

When he made his choice, a prompt box quickly popped up on the screen: "Dear tax officer, the movie column of this theater has recently completed the repair and collection of ancient Chinese music and poems, and has combined many famous allusions and poems in the library to make corresponding short films, and is now in the free publicity period, please enjoy and comment." ”

Ancient music and poetry?

Wang Yi's curiosity was suddenly raised.

As everyone knows, not to mention the poems of Huaxia, the Song Dynasty's word cards have fixed tunes, but many of them have now lost their scores, and most people only know the name of the word plate, but they don't know how to hum it. After all, it was not an era when you could record your voice at will, if you wanted to sing it, you could only rely on it from person to person, and the servant at that time was not a noble profession, so that the tone that was once popular in an era was lost.

Wang Yi didn't care about how the town library restored these tunes, he just wanted to know what was the difference between those passionate words in the legend and modern music.

Besides, it's free.

He quickly closed the tooltip, searched under the movie directory, and quickly found the "allusion short" option.

Clicking on it again, many ancient Chinese allusions that Wang Yi is familiar with will quickly pop up on the screen, and there will be a possible soundtrack in them.

Listen to it!

Wang Yi first chose the famous Book of Poetry, Guan Sui.

A soft projection of light suddenly blooms out of the mobile phone screen.

The strange thing is that the background music of Happy Town was cut off and no longer sounded.

Looks like it's going to be played.

Wang Yi quickly got up from the sofa, walked to the bedroom, and pulled the blackout curtains open, making the room dark.

This time, the light on the phone was much brighter and clearer, and three meters in front of him, it quickly intertwined into a virtual holographic real frame.

A great river that was rolling eastward appeared.

The banks of the river are grassy, the river is slightly wide, the water is clear and tranquil, and there are simple bamboo rafts, boatmen dressed in sackcloth, and a young scholar.

The raft flows down the river, and the sturdy boatman struggles to prop up the raft, and the long pole makes shallow ripples in the water.

With a long sword at his waist, the scholar stood firmly in the center of the bamboo raft, looking at the scenery on both sides of the river, as if he was very intoxicated, and holding a bamboo slip in his hand.

The whole picture seems very quiet and leisurely.

Don't count the seconds, "turn off...... Off" sounded the sound of birdsong.

A small bird with a white top and black feathers flew past in pairs.

Shizi happily captured the little birds.

The surface of the river suddenly narrowed, and a small green island appeared in the middle of the river, and many of the birds that should be in line with the "Guanguan" landed on the island one after another, rubbing their feathers against each other's necks, and they seemed to be extremely affectionate.

On the other side of the river, a quiet girl was bending down to pick wild vegetables of varying lengths.

Her face is beautiful, her figure is slender, and her demeanor is delicate and light.

The scholar was stupid.

Wang Yi also seemed to be immersed in the scene, and he was stupid, and he wanted to come forward and talk.

At this time, the melodious music that reveals appreciation and admiration sounds, and then it is the famous "Guan Sui" that has been sung for thousands of years.

It was Shizi who whispered softly in a tone that Wang Yi had never heard before: "Guan Guan Suidove, in the river island, fair lady, gentleman is good ......." ”

It was pleasantly surprised and expected.

It is also gentle and exalted.

Every word, every sentence, reveals the scholars' appreciation and admiration for the grass picking girl on the shore, and the desire to be a companion.

Unconsciously, the girl in front of Wang Yi transformed into Fan Yanqi's face.

The corners of her mouth are smiling, her movements are light and graceful, and she looks forward to the youth and charm.

So, when he became familiar with the melody of the scholar's chanting, Wang Yi couldn't help but sing along.

When will you be with me, O man of dreams?

……

This song, because it kept repeating the same words, but not repeating the same intonation, it lasted for nearly five minutes before ending happily and sweetly because of the woman's disappearance.

Wang Yi has always been intoxicated with this great satisfaction of chasing first, then getting, and then accompanying, and whining.

The feeling of mutual affection turned out to be so wonderful.

Even though the screen no longer shines and the room is dark, Wang Yi feels that his heart has never been so light, happy and warm.

It turns out that the music level of the ancients has reached such a shocking height as early as the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period!

After tasting it again, he was suddenly awakened by the screeching of a car horn downstairs.

He looked out the window in disgust.

No, I can't let such great and shocking music fall silent and leave only the words in the world.

I want people all over the world, and even millions of years to come, firmly remember this song of poetry!

Wang Yi's heart moved, and Wang Yi, who was lying leisurely on the sofa, quickly walked into the bedroom.

Wang Yi played this poem again.

Wang Yi tacitly pressed the recording button in Nubia's mobile phone.

It's just that when Wang Yi finished putting the large phone and came to listen to Nubia's recording effect again, he shook his head regretfully.

The singing is clear, but the voice-over murmur is always there.

This greatly undermines the effectiveness of listening.

Put such a recording effect on the Internet, and the click-through rate will definitely not be high.