Lu Zhuweng hesitated and said apologetically: "This ...... To tell you the truth, the one who plays the piano is my aunt, and she never sees a guest in her old house, so I hope my son will forgive me. ”

To be honest, Luzhu Weng has a very good impression of Zuo Yi who met for the first time, especially Zuo Yi is obviously also a person who loves music and rhythm.

But Zuo Yi's origin is unknown, and he doesn't dare to introduce him to Shenggu casually.

"No, no, it's too abrupt. I can't see the predecessors, it's just that I don't have enough blessings. Zuo Yi hurriedly said.

Can't get close to Yingying, although he is a little disappointed, but he is also mentally prepared.

Luzhu Weng glanced at Zuo Yi deeply, sighed as if regretful, and said, "Son, wait a minute, the old man will go and get the music score for you." ”

Zuo Yi smiled casually: "Uncle, don't bother. In fact, I have long memorized that sheet music, and I only want to get it back because it was a gift from someone else.

But now it happened to fall into the hands of another fellow believer, perhaps it was providential that it had found a new owner.

In this case, the score will be given to the elders of your family, and I believe that your aunt should not insult it. ”

"This ......"

Lu Zhuweng's face was very surprised, and he couldn't help but be impressed by Zuo Yi's graceful demeanor.

He has always prided himself on being a master of music, proud of his musical friends, and regarded the peddlers' pawns as vulgar ants.

But today, compared with the humble and elegant young man in front of him, he can't help but feel ashamed of himself.

In his stunned kung fu, but he listened to Zuo Yi said: "Uncle, in Xia Yifeng, originally from Hangzhou, just moved here yesterday, and lived in the house next door to you, uncle, everyone will be neighbors in the future, and I hope that the old man will take care of him." ”

"Childe is polite. Luzhu Weng hurriedly said.

"I have just moved here, there are still a lot of things to be dealt with, so I will not bother the old man, and I will come to visit the old man and your aunt again at another day and say goodbye. ”

Zuo Yi smiled and said a few polite words, then said goodbye and left.

"Actually, I ......"

Lu Zhu Weng looked at Zuo Yi's back, opened his mouth, and stopped talking.

He wanted to say that he was also a music enthusiast, but he never had time to speak, which was a bit of a pity.

......

In the blink of an eye, three days have passed.

Just yesterday, someone was sent from Songshan Mountain, saying that the head of the house had an order, and ordered Zuo Yi to return to the mountain gate to wait for the trial in the torture hall.

It was two elite disciples who came to give the order, and they were sent away by Zuo Yi casually for a reason.

Zuo Yi knew in his heart that if his father really wanted to call him back to the mountain, it should be the eldest brother or the second brother who came.

But this time, two ordinary disciples came, and they were just doing superficial work, so he didn't bother to pay attention to it.

At the same time, his righteous killing of relatives in the Black Snake Gang, cleaning up the portal, and sword waste Fei Yang also spread throughout the Luoyang Jianghu circle.

Whether it is good and evil or three religions and nine streams, he secretly gave a thumbs up for his actions, praising him as the first young man of the righteous path, but he despised and ridiculed Fei Yang in various ways, but it did not hinder Songshan's reputation, but showed Songshan's decent demeanor.

For these, Zuo Yi actually doesn't care very much.

What he cares more about is that the gazebo at home has been repaired.

The pavilion is independent of the West Garden, surrounded by green bamboo, with the fragrance of flowers, elegant and quiet, which makes Zuo Yi very satisfied.

At the same time, the sound of the piano and flute from next door became more and more proficient, and gradually gained the charm of the score.

This is already extremely rare.

You must know that even Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng can only play the eight- or nine-point charm of this song together when their spiritual qi reaches its peak.

In the original play, only the two of them ran out of life and vitality in the last ensemble to play the pinnacle song, but it also made this song a masterpiece.

It can also be seen from this that Ren Yingying's musical attainments are indeed very high, and she is not below Zuo Yi at all, which also makes Zuo Yi admire......

The sound of the piano and the flute from next door sounded interactively, both from Ren Yingying alone.

At the beginning, the green bamboo weng seemed to have an accompaniment, and the green bamboo weng's piano accomplishments were not low.

But his life experience with Ren Yingying is too different, the two have a serious generation gap, they are not on the same channel at all, they really can't get along, and in the end they only became Ren Yingying entertaining herself.

In the afternoon of this day, the golden sun hung in the air, the sky was clear, the cool breeze was slow, and the whole Luoyang City seemed to be brushed with a layer of gold dust.

In Zuo Yi's courtyard, Wen Bo prunes the flowers and branches in the lazy afternoon garden, not in a hurry or impatient.

In the courtyard next door, the green bamboo weng was humming a little song and making baskets.

Suddenly, a light and tactful sound of flute came out of the room, wafting over the two courtyards, which made people's hearts clear.

Xiao is happy and pleasant, as if there is a beautiful girl, coming out of a dark corner, walking lightly in the spring mountain forest, dancing, looking at the shadow and self-pity.

Vaguely, there is also a trace of helplessness about fate and memories of the past.

Music is the voice of the heart.

From the sound of the flute, it can be heard that Ren Yingying longs for happiness, but is not happy.

Actually, it's right to think about it.

Ren Yingying has no mother since she was a child, and she was separated from her father when she was a child, and she didn't even know her father's life and death.

Although she is a demon saint, she is just a banner used by Dongfang Undefeated to envelop his father's old department, and she has no real power, she is monitored and controlled everywhere, and she is not free.

In order to avoid the undefeated surveillance of the East and the covetousness of Yang Lianting, she had to stay away from her hometown and come to this Luoyang Alley to live in seclusion, with tea and light meals every day, accompanied by silk and bamboo.

She stayed in her room, barely leaving the house, not seeing the light of day.

She had no relatives or friends, only an old servant who was quite fluent in her voice.

She was supposed to see the beauty of this world, but she almost lived a life of isolation, living an idyllic life, day after day.

Her few life experiences are full of deceit and blood.

How could she be happy with such a girl?

She was not driven crazy by fate, and she was not psychopathic, she was already lucky.

Perhaps the only joy in her heart is to remember the childhood anecdotes that surrounded her father's knees......

Listening to the sound of the flute, the hand of the green bamboo Weng weaving the basket stopped, and sighed silently.

Listening to the sound of the flute, in the gazebo next door, Zuo Yi also closed the Nanhua Sutra in his hand and sighed lightly.

At this moment, a trace of sympathy and pity for Ren Yingying's life experience and experience gradually developed in his heart.

Alas, poor Yingying, no wonder she was abducted by Linghu Chong so easily in the original plot......

All right!

Ying Ying Mei paper, in this life, let your brother Yi save you from the sea of suffering!

Zuo Yi put down the Nanhua Sutra, gently plucked the strings, and immediately began to play a series of cheerful and bright rhythms.

Zheng ~ Zheng ~

Zheng Zheng Zheng~~

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