This house is not too big, but it is definitely not small, about the size of a football field, the pavilions inside are scattered, the rockery ponds and marshes are complete, the antique carved beams and painted columns, the hall is clean, elegant and quiet, so that Zuo Yi likes it at a glance.

This annex is much stronger than the small courtyard of living alone on Songshan, just like the difference between a large villa and a small shack.

The most gratifying thing is the green bamboo forest in front of the hall, which grows densely, lush, swaying with the wind, the bamboo shadow is horizontally oblique, and there is no elegant taste, which makes Zuo Yi suddenly have a feeling of returning to the garden of his hometown in Hangzhou.

Zuo Yi stood in front of the bamboo forest, heard the sound of the wind, and unconsciously closed his eyes, stunned.

It's been a year and a half since he came out of Hangzhou, and he misses his mother a little, and he doesn't know where she is now.

This river and lake is actually really big, and the traffic is inconvenient.

Wanderer away from home, returning to his hometown and not knowing where to go, the sound period is difficult to find, and there is a duckweed for thousands of miles......

Ding Ding ~ Dong Dong ~

Suddenly, a soothing and pleasant sound came, melodious and elegant.

It seems to be telling the longing and admiration for the elders, and it seems to be recalling the innocence of childhood, just like Zuo Yi's mood at this moment.

"Thoughtful?"

Zuo Yi opened his eyes and was slightly surprised.

Thoughtful, it is a more popular song nowadays, Zuo Yi is well versed in the piano, and he will naturally be no stranger to this song.

He looked at the high wall to the west and asked, "Wember, who is living in that house on the west side?"

The old servant Wen Bo responded: "Hui Gongzi, there is a carpenter and his aunt who live in the west, and the craftsman is called the Green Bamboo Weng, who has a strange temper, and only meets friends with music and rhythm, and is regarded as a strange person.

As for his aunt, she is estimated to be too old and has limited mobility to ever go out of the house. ”

When Zuo Yi heard this, he couldn't help but grin happily.

He was not familiar with Luoyang City, although he had been around here last night, but because of the angle, he didn't notice that he had become Ren Yingying's neighbor by mistake.

To be exact, Ren Yingying and Luzhu Weng are one of his neighbors, and only a small section of the courtyard wall is shared by the two families.

Hey, isn't this the so-called providence?

This is really wonderful, I didn't expect that even God was matching Young Master Ben and Yingying.

This song is thoughtful, it should be Ren Yingying thinking about her father, pity the hearts of children in the world.

The sorrow in Zuo Yi's heart vanished, and his mood suddenly became brighter, full of energy......

He came to the base of a small section of the wall to the west, looked around, and found that the neighborhood was almost deserted, with only a few plum trees planted, and the ground was barren with grass, and there was a wooden pavilion, which was also crumbling due to disrepair, and the stone benches and stones in it were staggered.

"Winber, give me this pavilion to repair, plant a few green bamboos around it, the design is more elegant, and I will use this place as my place to play the piano in the future. ”

"Don't worry, the old slave will do it for you. ”

"Not only must it be done, but also as soon as possible, money is not a problem, as long as I am satisfied, my son will be rewarded!

In addition, you go to the street and buy me a good guqin and a short flute. ”

Zuo Yi led people to destroy the Black Snake Gang last night, and casually looted nearly 10,000 taels of silver.

As is customary, those who participated last night divided half of it, and the rest was handed in.

Zuo Yi, as the leading brother, killed Tianquan alone, and he took three thousand taels alone, so he didn't have any money at all.

Money talks.

Wember promised to fulfill Zuo Yi's request before dark, and hurriedly went out to find someone to work.

Zuo Yi walked into the study.

After thinking about it, he took a blank book and began to write hard, leaving pages and pages of ghost drawings of dragons flying and phoenixes dancing.

Half an hour later, he was done, and he wrote four big words on the cover of the book - smiling proud of the rivers and lakes.

That's right, this is the complete score of the Xiaoao Jianghu Qin and Xiao Ensemble.

After thinking about it, he tore the cover off again.

Then I took the sheet music and baked it for a while near the candlelight, and it was a little old, and it looked like that.

He changed into a plain green shirt, tied his hair casually, and then pushed the door out in a chic manner, and walked around the neighborhood.

When he walked to the door of the green bamboo Weng, he "accidentally" dropped a book on the ground, but he suddenly didn't know it and gradually disappeared.

Luzhu Weng was weaving baskets in the courtyard, he was a master, deaf and clear-sighted, and saw a handsome young man from a distance who seemed to have something dropped at the door, so he went out to pick it up.

"Hey, then the afterlife, your book ......"

Lu Zhuweng held the music sheet and wanted to shout to Zuo Yi, but unfortunately Zuo Yi had already walked away and gradually disappeared into the crowd.

Lu Zhuweng shook his head helplessly, so he had to return to the courtyard with the book first.

"Hey, this seems to be a flute score, no, why is this score like this? It's like a piano score! It can't be impossible! This kind of music score is definitely not something that a normal person can play......

Lu Zhu Weng loves music, and in the face of this wonderful and strange score, it is like a veteran drunkard who has encountered a thousand-year-old wine, and soon falls into it and cannot extricate himself.

He watched it with great interest, couldn't help but take the flute, and tried to play it for a while, but it was rare to get a taste, scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously, and shaking his head frequently.

Suddenly, he remembered something, looked up at a room in the backyard, and his eyes gradually brightened.

"Auntie, Green Bamboo Weng asks to see ......"

......

In the courtyard next door, Zuo Yi stood outside the pavilion, watching the workers at work, while listening to the intermittent sound of the piano next door, and the corners of his mouth gradually hooked up a happy arc.

The start was pretty good.

The sound of the piano is the laughing proud rivers and lakes, although it is not yet proficient, but it already has a three-point charm.

"Well, it's time to come to the door and ask for the score. ”

Zuo Yi pushed the door out, and came to the door of Luzhu Weng again, pretending to be looking for something.

He thought that Lu Zhu Weng would take the initiative to send it out, but Lu Zhu Weng was not in the courtyard, and his performance lacked an audience.

As a last resort, he had to come to the door in person.

"Is Uncle Luzhu Weng at home?" Zuo Yi shouted at the door.

"What are you shouting...... Huh, it's you!"

A little old man who was not good-looking ran out, and when he saw that it was Zuo Yi, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Zuo Yi smiled and said politely: "Hello uncle, I heard from the neighbors that you just picked up a music book, I don't know if there is such a thing?"

"Yes, yes. ”

Lu Zhu Weng nodded while looking at Zuo Yi.

He saw that the young man in front of him was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a slender figure, handsome as jade, his eyes were indifferent and confident, and his temperament contained both the fortitude and heroism of a warrior, and the slightest bookish atmosphere, which made people feel amazing.

Such an outstanding person is simply not like the world.

This can't help but make Green Bamboo Weng secretly curious, which clan can breed such an outstanding character.

At this time, I only heard Zuo Yi say with great joy: "That's really good, fortunately! Uncle, don't hide it, that music score is given by a friend who has forgotten the year, and it is of great significance to the next, and I beg the old man to return it, and I will definitely give a thank you gift later." ”

Zuo Yi pretended to be very happy, and his acting skills were hurricane.

Luzhu Weng waved his hand lightly and said: "Thank you for the gift, it's just a gesture, Childe, wait a minute, I'll go get you the score——"

"Wait a minute, uncle!"

Zuo Yi suddenly shouted out to Luzhu Weng.

Luzhu Weng was stunned for a moment, then turned around and asked, "What else is the matter with Childe?"

Zuo Yi listened to the sound of the piano coming from the courtyard, and his face was surprised: "Uncle, this piano music is exactly what I wrote in that music book!"

Unexpectedly, there was a fellow Taoist in the old uncle's mansion.

Moreover, this person can master the charm of this song in such a short period of time, and his piano attainments are so high that he is greatly admired!

Please forgive me for taking the liberty of being below, can the old man introduce that piano master for you?"