It's another day Wen Xing packs up the day's work, tilts her head and stands against the window, holding her chin with one hand and looking into the distance from the third floor, her mind is blank, the scenery in the distance is not in her heart, and the occasional blank in her thoughts makes Wen Xing enjoy it very much.

Maybe it's been too long Wen Xing also came out of that state, and for a while WeChat also felt very bored, in the past, he was busy with the work in his hands every day, and then he was busy with all kinds of cultivating immortals, but now he touched the threshold but because he didn't have aura, and interrupted his practice, and there were more and more gaps in time for a while, so he also felt very bored.

"Well, it seems that it should be okay to find some time to go out and have a look. Wen Xing muttered to herself.

In the afternoon, Wen Xing, after taking care of everything, really secretly went out over the wall, this time, Wen Xing's goal is very clear that shopping is so bad that there is no interest, his goal is the martial arts hall, Wen Xing has been in the future for a long time, at that time he learned two sets of boxing techniques, and the others don't dare to be greedy if they can't figure it out, plus the money is naturally all used up, today Wen Xing also knows that he is the matter of cultivating immortals, and now his vision is no longer comparable to that of the year, and the things he sees now must be deeper, so this time he just wants to see if he can learn anything from this, and it is good to live a long lifeHee-hee, of course, is also a nostalgic experience.

When he came to the door of the martial arts hall, what caught Pu's eyes was the dilapidated and outdated plaque that had passed for many years, but even if the corrosion of the years could not hide the momentum and elegance of the four characters of the Qingfeng Martial Arts Hall.

Wen Xingluo stood at the door for a while, then walked to the letter, the door of the martial arts hall was open and unattended, Wen Xing bypassed a screen at the door, and came to the courtyard, no wonder there was no sound outside, there was no one in the huge martial arts field, I vaguely remember that there were still a few people here to learn martial arts in the past, and now it is indeed so clean, if it is not for the fact that there are still some weapons on the martial arts field, it is also the home of ordinary people, where is the courtyard clean and elegant like a martial arts hall?

Wen Xing has been here many times, it doesn't matter if there is no one, the door is open and there must be someone inside, Wen Xing is familiar with the way inside, the hall is clean and tidy and no one, and there is no one in the corridor, and finally found the owner in the shade of the backyard.

I saw the owner of the hall sitting on a stone bench, his back against the tree, one foot flat on another stone bench on the side, the other foot on the ground at will, holding a pot of wine in his hand at will, drinking without a sip, there was a stone table in front of him, there was a mess on it, there were some things, there was a plate of peanuts, and a plate of fried soybeans, and the most important thing was that there was a piano on the outermost edge.

Wen Xing stood on the side for a while and walked over, seeing him like this, he didn't know how to speak, the key is that Wen Xing suddenly didn't want to break this quiet, so he casually on the only empty stone bench next to him, the owner of the hall glanced at Wen Xing very casually, and then drank his wine and ignored her, Wen Xing was a little bored, and it happened that the piano was in front of Wen Xing, so he reached out and touched it.

Qin Wenxing has also seen a few pianos on the third floor of the study, but Baochai rarely caresses the piano, Wen Xing has not seen a few times, but when he sorted out the study, he saw the piano score, driven by curiosity, he studied it, and he also knew a little bit about it, but he had never touched the piano, and now there was a piano in front of him, so he couldn't take a closer look, for fear of disturbing the owner of the museum with the sound, he just pretended to gesture with his hands, and the owner of the museum was impatient to see "what a blind comparison, play if you want to play." The tone was impatient.

Wen Xing was not polite when she heard this, and lowered her slightly raised hand to pluck the strings.

The first time you play the piano, you can talk so beautifully, it must be the protagonist of the film and television scene, it is impossible to break it in Wen Xing's place, if Wen Xing doesn't think it's ugly, she thinks it's funny, and it won't take long for the owner to interrupt: "It's so bad, I guessed that you wouldn't be able to touch the piano, but I didn't expect it to be so bad." ”

"I haven't learned the piano, but I've seen my young lady stroke it a few times, pretending to draw a scoop according to the gourd, and this is the first time I've touched the piano. Wen Xing didn't care much about it and confessed.

"Humph!"

"Does the owner also play the piano?"

"I don't know, I know a little bit about it. He casually put a sip of wine in his mouth and said indifferently.

Wen Xing was a little embarrassed when he heard him so modest, he dared to play the piano here, he would definitely know it, and he thought to himself for a while, he was really ashamed to compare it with him!

I didn't know what to say for a while, so I opened my mouth and said, "Then I don't know if I have the honor to listen to the master of the pavilion to play a song." ”

The owner didn't answer the question, and continued to pour his wine, Wen Xing saw that he didn't speak or was in a hurry, and waited silently, after a while, the owner drank the last sip of wine, and then started to throw the bottle back, took the piano and wiped the seven strings, paused for a while and said: "I'm not big, it's enough to appear in front of you." ”

The more the owner said that this should be so casual and humble, the more Wen Xing didn't believe what he said.

Sure enough, under the random fingers at will, a vicissitudes of music came to the face, when the owner was happy, his eyes were closed and he could play leisurely, Wen Xing was even more impressed when he saw it, Wen Xing may not have been intoxicated by music for a long time, and now he has a lot of feelings when he listens to it.

After the song, Wen Xing was a little unsatisfied, and thought in her heart: "It would be better if there was a mobile phone to record, and you can play it when you want to listen to it, how good it would be!"

"The owner of the museum is too modest, this is not enough, then what is it, I remember that I have seen the highest level of the piano from the book, that is, its sense of picture, the sound of the piano just now brought me up, in the time when youth was flying wantonly, but the youth is gone, and the whole song is so lonely in the end, you are not the piano but life!"

"You can hear this feeling at a young age! Have you ever had a moment of wanton flying? Have you ever had a youthful youth? Have you ever had a sense of powerlessness that your brothers, friends, and family members don't understand you? And what you thought was right before, looking back after a few years, it was indeed your own mistake, the blood used to boil as bright as the sun, and now no one complains of desolation, it's not that I belittle you, you can't understand my feelings at a young age. The first time we met, I knew that you were smart, many of your peers were not as good as you, but don't be smart but be mistaken by smart, don't use smart in the wrong place.................."

The owner of the museum praised the previous sentence, and the latter sentence was questioned, and in the end it was actually a warning, the ups and downs are so big, maybe he is talking about himself, but I have become an object of his confiding here, but the owner is so crazy that Wen Xing is also a little afraid, and his brain is running at high speed thinking about how to open the topic.