Outside the gates.

Chu Lingxiao stood with his hands in his hands, but he didn't step in, he just looked up at the plaque hanging on the door of the Blue Tile Courtyard, which was already mottled, and he could vaguely see the word "Evening Willow" from it.

There was silence for a long time, without saying a word.

Zhao Ningyu's face was quiet, and he stood behind him respectfully, without asking anything.

The courtyard is dilapidated, hidden in the cracks of the ancient neighborhood, and it is almost impossible to see anyone coming.

I can't help it.

It attracted many businesses around.

It's really strange, this old man Chen's ancestral piano courtyard is about to be eliminated and closed, and there are still people who come to visit today.

"Let's go, let's go in. Chu Lingxiao stared at the courtyard of the qin, opened his mouth lightly, and stepped in.

In fact, when he approached this piano courtyard, he noticed that there was no life breath of Liu Ruying around him.

Mortal lifespan.

If it weren't for the martial arts, a full hundred years have passed, and how many of them would be alive?

"Sir, let's make a hundred-year covenant. ”

"If a hundred years later, I, Liu Ruying, can still live in this world, and I invite my husband to come and listen to the little girl play a song again. ”

At the foot of Jinling City, the woman who wore a red dress and made a living as an artist.

No more sounds.

Now all that remains, in the sweet smile, the promise left.

When Chu Lingxiao stepped into the piano courtyard.

I thought it was the person my grandmother was waiting for, but when I finally came, I saw that it was just a young man in a white robe, and Chen Fuyan's highly anticipated gaze suddenly looked disappointed.

It wasn't the one my grandmother was waiting for.

If only he could show up.

I can also be regarded as complete, my grandmother's deathbed instructions, so that I can sell the guqin, and Niuniu's surgery fee will not have to worry.

Looking at his granddaughter Niuniu's innocent and pure little eyes, Chen Fuyan sighed, and returned to a sad face.

It seems that I have long been accustomed to it, and there are usually some foreign tourists who take this guqin courtyard as a local attraction to visit.

Chen Fuyan waved his hand casually and reminded in a low voice:

"It's okay to visit, but don't break the things here, and pay an additional 100 admission fees. ”

It's not that he's greedy for money, it's really his own Niuniu's illness and he urgently needs money.

Zhao Ningyu nodded lightly towards Chen Fuyan and put a hundred yuan on the table.

Forthwith.

followed behind Chu Lingxiao again.

Seeing that after paying the money, Chen Fuyan didn't say anything more, and continued to flip through the account book in front of him, full of bitter thoughts.

Late Yanagikoto Temple.

If you look at it from the current perspective, it is no longer a place to really teach the art of the piano.

In total, there are only a dozen wooden tables.

Although the piano is complete, the strings are already old, and it cannot play the most pleasant timbre at all.

The place is even smaller and pitiful.

Walking inside, Chu Lingxiao's gaze finally stopped on a black and white photo with an extremely strong sense of age on the corner cabinet.

It's a photo.

It's better to say that it is a posthumous photo.

It was lit in front of it, and a pillar of agarwood emitting lingering smoke was offered on it.

In the photo, a woman with a wrinkled face, gray hair, and a cheongsam embroidered with lotus flowers is wearing a cheongsam.

Chu Lingxiao's gaze stayed for a few seconds, and then turned to the guqin placed below.

Sit down slowly, close your eyes as if feeling something, and gently flick your fingers on the strings, slowly moving them to the end.

The next second.

I opened my eyes and looked quietly at the woman in the photo again.

"Sir, today I learned another tune, and I'll play it to you. ”

"Sir, one day, I will play the best tune in Jinling City, so that all the big people in Jinling City will come to listen to it!"

Former.

There was a woman in a red dress, with a confident smile on her face, standing on the Moon Cliff, shouting loudly at Jinling City below, bright and lively.

Even if there is a raging war below.

Even if the whole Jinling is full of devastation.

Even though, the woman has suffered many unfair experiences and has been living in ridicule

However, even though she is a mere mortal, the woman still maintains a positive heart and does not complain about the current poor life.

A red dress, a guqin, and an ancient capital.

Now, however, the strings have broken before the song ends.

Seeing Chu Lingxiao sitting in front of his grandmother's posthumous photo and stroking the guqin, Chen Fuyan's face was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect this strange young man to sit there.

At this time, he just wanted to make a sound, asking Chu Lingxiao not to approach. Suddenly, there was a girl's voice outside the door, which was full of ridicule despite the honorific title of the elders.

"Grandpa Chen, have you thought about it, do you want to sell me your piano courtyard?"

"Anyway, there are no people, it's no different from going out of business, so why are you holding on?"

Suddenly.

Hearing this, Chen Fuyan's rickety body trembled suddenly, and he hurriedly hugged his granddaughter Niuniu in his arms.

The next moment, a girl who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a pure appearance and a very tall figure, wearing an elegant dress, looking like a rich daughter, followed by five or six bodyguards wearing sunglasses, walked in.

The girl looked around, showing unbridled eyes, and looked around the courtyard.

When I found that the piano courtyard, which had been empty, there were two more men and a woman at this time.

I couldn't help but be stunned.

But I didn't take it to heart, it is estimated that it is two foreign tourists, and looking at Chen Fuyan with a frightened face, the girl's face showed a hint of pride, and she said:

"Grandpa Chen, don't be so afraid. ”

"I'm here today to talk to you about the transfer of this piano courtyard. ”

It's just that I've just finished speaking.

Chen Fuyan suddenly looked angry, dragged his hoarse old voice, and said angrily:

"I said a long time ago, I won't sell this piano courtyard to anyone!"

"Get me out!"

The girl in front of her, don't look at her little seventeen or eighteen years old, but she is a piano artist and has already reached the performance level.

In this Jinling City, they are all famous genius girls.

But I don't know why.

Since three years ago, I have been staring at this late Liuqin Academy, because this girl is the eldest lady of the Zhou Group, so that many people came to learn the piano, but for fear of offending the rich daughter, they all dropped out of school within a year.

Late Yanagikoto Temple.

has become the miserable picture that no one cares about now, and most of it is to blame in front of him, this little girl who is like a demon.

"Get out?"

Hearing that Chen Fuyan was going to drive her away, Zhou Yao showed a disdainful smile on his face, and sneered: "What I, Zhou Yao, want to do, no one can stop!"

"I'll smash your broken piano courtyard today, after the big deal, I'll pay you a little more money, what can you do with me?"

Forthwith.

The seven or eight tall bodyguards began to smash everywhere, and all the guqins and tables were directly smashed.

"Hahahaha, yes, yes, smash me, smash me!" Seeing the broken guqins seemed to make Zhou Yao's heart more happy, the pure and lovely melon seed face was full of indescribable resentment and jealousy:

"What is the piano handed down by the old witch Liu Ruying, all of them were smashed by Miss Ben!"

"Don't leave any of them, smash them all for me!"

This moment.

In the huge piano courtyard, there is only an old man, holding his granddaughter trembling in his arms, lonely, helpless and helpless to watch all this happen, powerless to stop it.

But suddenly, at this moment, a guqin string suddenly sounded, as if shining with endless light, and Zhou Yao's presumptuous ridicule stopped abruptly in an instant.

Chen Fuyan looked at the snow-white figure even more, his eyes trembled, and his face showed a look of disbelief.

That guqin, it actually sounded!