Frankly speaking, in fact, Bai Junyi has never figured out who this Mr. Zhiqing is, he has always felt like singing, playing, dancing or something, professionals must be better than amateurs, but what's good, I can't say, I just think that the singing is good and the dancing is good, but that's all, what can a song, a tune, a dance can move people to cry bitterly...... Captain White didn't believe it anyway.

It's the same as playing, could it be that this Mr. Zhiqing really popped up a flower?

The lights were dim, the curtain was falling, and people couldn't see where Mr. Zhiqing was on the other side of the curtain under the dim light, but everyone subconsciously held their breath, as if waiting for something very important to happen.

Knock knock.

The first syllables pierced through the curtain and flowed through the air like flowing water, followed by a series of crisp musical sounds.

"Mr. Zhiqing's origin is very mysterious and strange, some people say that she is the descendant of a certain elder, and some people say that she is the return of overseas Chinese, but these are just a statement, what is her origin, no one knows, and few people have even seen her true face, her first performance was at a very high-level party in the capital, that time it was a blockbuster, an old man present got up in person to meet Mr. Zhiqing, no one knew what he talked about, but since that time, Mr. Zhiqing has completely become a very special existence in the upper circle, who can invite her, the side is a performance of strength。 Tang Ning's voice sounded in Bai Junyi's ears.

This piece is very special, very special, its attack is very flat, as if it was plucked at random, after the first syllable, the music unfolded like a spring, a song is mellow and tactful, as if it is a young and young dancing and flying era, that high-spirited and pointed out the pride of the country, between heaven and earth, my heart is higher than the sky.

As the song went higher, it seemed that this young man had reached middle age when he was getting better, and he finally fulfilled his dream back then, traveling all over the country, thousands of mountains and rivers, and nothing could stop him.

Eventually, the song slowly stabilized, and the middle-aged man gradually turned his sideburns white, and he stood at the head of his hometown, looking at the quiet village that was still unchanged in his memory as in his childhood, and suddenly burst into tears.

Bai Junyi felt that his whole mind was fluttering with this song, and the whole person was in an extremely rare trance, as if he was drunk, he obviously felt that his consciousness was still awake, but he fell into a very peculiar hazy state.

This is similar to hypnosis, but Bai Junyi knows very well that it is not hypnosis, according to his mental firmness, there is no one on this planet who can hypnotize him with sound alone.

In other words, it is a kind of emotional resonance, and the resonance of this piece is like suddenly finding a melody that fits one day, just once, and will never forget it.

Perhaps the melody of the song itself has long been forgotten, but the feeling of chord resonance will never be forgotten.

Bai Junyi couldn't help but close his eyes, and the "qi" in his body seemed to gradually become active with the deepening of this resonance.

This seemed impossible before, but now it is happening, happening in front of him, and this experience makes Bai Junyi feel fresh and exciting.

In this process, Bai Junyi's hand has been holding a glass, and the glass is pale yellow orange juice, and if you look carefully at this time, you can find that the originally smooth orange juice surface is spreading with extremely round and regular ripples.

The ripples spread out in circles, and after bounced to the wall of the cup, they did not bounce back but disappeared, which means that the force of the ripple diffusion is extremely subtle, and it is controlled as if it has been carefully calculated......

The music ended in a note like the last sigh of an old man, and everything was over, and the ballroom was quiet again.

Deathly silence.

No one speaks, no one moves.

As if every word, every voice, every action was a blasphemy against this perfect serenity.

At this moment, even the most vulgar and philistine people will be touched by the softest part of their hearts, plain and bleak, but extremely real.

The ill-fated, energetic young age, the stable and mellow middle-aged age, and the sentimental memory of the vicissitudes of old age, just like many people's lives, start with hope, end in silence, start with magnificence, end silently.

Everything ends like this, which makes people have a long aftertaste, as if after reading a fascinating story, the inexplicable sentimentality that flutters in my heart when I see the three words of the finale.

In the end, everything is cool when people go to tea.

"Even now, he has sent the king to the south. The wind is infinite, the cicadas continue secretly, and the love is like weaving. Straw horse fat car, go that is, how many people pity. For the sake of love, smoke and miserable clouds, send the two cities to be sad. Suddenly, the silence was interrupted by a mellow male voice, a clear voice echoing through the banquet hall.

"Fly over, Zhejiang West Domain. To the depth of autumn, and the flowers. I bought perch on the boat. New valley breaking, snowdrift incense grains. ”

"Whoever is the same in this interest, we must remember the Eastern Qin, and there are guests who remember each other. I wish to listen to it, and sing with a chant, and get drunk today. Lin Jian's voice has a strange magnetism, the transition between the mellow alto and the low bass just right to show the artistic conception of this word, and what's more, this word and the previous song are almost perfectly in tune with the artistic conception, completely inheriting the previous kind of aftertaste, just like the end of that story to talk about, when I was still choked in my heart and couldn't swallow it, I just heard the good news that the people in that story were doing well, so I was relieved.

Everyone has the feeling that this piece brings, and their different life experiences and experiences will bring different feelings, and it takes a high degree of literary literacy to perfectly inherit this aftertaste with just the right words.

It wasn't until the end of the poem that the lights in the banquet hall snapped and were turned back on.

None of the people found Mr. Zhiqing, and they didn't know if Mr. Zhiqing was still there, but Lin Jian, who recited the poem before, had been standing in the center of the crowd, not knowing who started first, the first, the second, the third, and then the applause in the hall rang out for a long time.

Lin Jian accepted everyone's applause, his smile was subtle and gentle, and said loudly: "Mr. Zhiqing is indeed worthy of the contemporary everyone, a song made me feel a lot, I couldn't help but read a word, it is a tribute to Mr. Zhiqing, and also sent to the gentlemen present to encourage each other, people's lives are short, or wonderful or dull, there are ** and troughs, I hope you don't forget the people around you on the way forward, don't wait to look back when you are left alone between the world and the world to regret it." ”

Bang la blah.

The applause intensified.

This man was always so able to win people over, as if he was born to be such a stage.

Bai Junyi was a little jealous.

Turning his head to look at Tang Ning, fortunately, Goddess Tang's disdainful expression made Captain Bai find some comfort.

Feeling Bai Junyi's gaze, Tang Ning turned his head but looked at Bai Junyi in surprise and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Bai Junyi didn't know that his face was pale at this time, as if he had a serious illness, and his pale and bloodless complexion revealed an abnormal pathology.

His body was clear to himself, Bai Junyi felt the breath that was slowly running in his body, and said to Tang Ning with a smile: "It's okay, let's go back?"

Tang Ning, who thought that Bai Junyi was unwell, nodded and said okay.

Bai Junyi casually put the glass on the table next to him, and then left with Tang Ning.

Lin Jian and Fu Huang in the crowd noticed their departure, but neither Lin Jian nor Fu Huang had any intention of stopping them.

Tonight's banquet is not over, and their purpose has been half achieved, and after Mr. Zhiqing's song, no matter what the next show is, it has become boring.

Until Bai Junyi left the banquet hall, a waiter came to take away the cup left by the guest, he reached out to take the glass with half of the orange juice, but as soon as his fingers touched the glass, the familiar hard touch did not appear, but it was as soft as poking a ball of sand.

Then the waiter's eyes widened as the glass turned into a pile of powder finer than sand and scattered on the ground, forming a small pile of white crystalline sand on the table, and then the orange juice that had been in the glass poured out, washing away all the debris.

The waiter stayed for a few minutes before he came to his senses and blinked vigorously, but everything in front of him remained the same...... What he saw was not a hallucination! The waiter was almost screaming in horror, and this scene would be unacceptable to any person of normal thinking and nerves.

It's a room.

It is not so much a room as a panoramic glass room, outside the room, there is a brightly lit manor and a dark night scene on the other side, and when you look up, you can see the vast starry sky...... Although, the air quality in Tsucheng has made this starry sky not appear for a long, long time.

Outside is the biting cold, while inside the glass house is the warmth of spring.

A woman dressed in white sat by the window, one hand propped up her chin and looked at the dark night scene outside.

Her facial features are not actually very beautiful, but you just feel that she is beautiful, very beautiful, there is no place on her body that is not beautiful, her eyebrows, nose, eyes, lips and even earlobes and chin, are all beautiful.

The more you look at it, the more beautiful it becomes, and the more you look at it, the more reluctant you are to blink.

The vast majority of women rely on the delicacy of their facial features to be beautiful, but there are also some women whose temperament alone has killed the so-called beauties in seconds.

There is a flute in the woman's hand, the turquoise flute emits a dreamlike light under the refraction of the light, and next to the turquoise flute, the hand that is as clear as jade, slender and perfect, at a glance, you know that it is a work of art carefully carved by God for playing musical instruments.

At this time, a girl who was about ten years old and also dressed in white was as delicate and lovely as an elf and ran in, ran to the woman's side, first glanced at the long flute in the woman's hand with great greed, and then pulled the woman's clothes and said, "Master, are you thinking about something?"

The woman smiled, like a hundred flowers blooming, butterflies fluttering, and in an instant, people were brought from this cold night in the middle of winter to the spring world of birds and flowers.

"Do you know what's on your mind?" The woman's voice is very crisp and pleasant, this is a very special voice, there is no kind of sweet and greasy voice, nor is it pretending to be pretentious, but it is a perfect female voice that seems to have everything and nothing, just listening to her, she is already so comfortable that she doesn't want to move.

"Master, as you said, you are born from the heart, and the way you look now is that you have something on your mind, and you are not like this in ordinary times. The little girl said seriously.

The woman touched the child's head, and said with some curiosity: "Just now, someone played with my piano." ”

The girl's eyes widened, and she tilted her head and said incomprehensibly, "How is it possible, Master, you haven't played tonight's song even before you made it!"

Shaking his head, Mr. Zhiqing said: "Yes, this is a feeling, there are indeed people who are very perfect with my tune, you don't understand this feeling now, and when your attainments are deep in the future, you will know, this feeling is very special, just like ......" Speaking of this, Mr. Zhiqing shook his head and did not continue, but there was a faint unnatural crimson on his white and delicate face.

Naturally, the girl didn't understand what the master's unfinished "just like" was like, but for the content behind this, she wanted to know who could get along with the master's tune, so she volunteered and said, "Master, can I help you find out that person?"

Mr. Zhiqing thought for a while and said, "There are so many people outside, we haven't seen him, how can you find him?"

The girl said proudly: "The person who can get along with Master's tune must be a very knowledgeable and well-educated person, just look at who is pleasing to the eye!"

Mr. Zhiqing smiled and shook his head, but the child's mind is always as pure as glass, and he may really be able to find such a person, so she said: "Yes, but if you can't find it, you will come back, everything depends on fate." ”

"Okay!" the child nodded excitedly, turned around and ran out.

Looking at the figure of the child running away excitedly, Mr. Zhiqing shook his head, such a lively temperament, but he has a talent in music that he cherishes, and he really drinks and pecks.

The banquet was not cold because of Bai Junyi and Tang Ning's departure...... Well, Tang Ning's departure actually still has some impact.

However, the most important Lin Jian and Fu Huang are still there, and they are still very lively talking to each other.

At this time, a little elf dressed in white and pink carved jade ran in, turned his head to look around, and suddenly squeezed through the crowd and came to Fu Huang's side.

There are so many people here, she only knows Fu Huang.

"What's wrong?Xingxiao?" Fu Huang naturally knew that this little girl who had always called Mr. Zhiqing Master, and she didn't dare to slack off, so she squatted down and smiled at Xingxiao and said.

Xingxiao blinked, leaned into Fu Huang's ear and muttered something.

Fu Huang's expression became more and more stunned, and then waited until Xingxiao finished speaking, she looked at Xingxiao seriously and said, "You mean it really?"

Xingxiao was very dissatisfied and said, "I never lie to people! Master said that people with unclean minds cannot play truly pure music!"

Looking at Xingxiao, who was as serious as a little adult, Fu Huang suppressed the shock in his heart, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I didn't say that Xingxiao was deceiving, but there was just some accident, so I'll help you find this person now?"

Xingxiao nodded vigorously.

Holding Xingxiao's hand and walking to the stage, Fu Huang touched the glass in his hand, and the crisp sound spread throughout the banquet hall, making everyone's eyes look over.

Fu Huang said to everyone: "Mr. Zhiqing said that someone had talked about her music before and wanted to talk to this person. ”

Wow.

The crowd was in an uproar.

Fu Huang's words were like throwing a stone in the crowd, which was amazing.

Everyone can't wait to be the one who is destined, chatting alone with Mr. Zhiqing, what a great honor this is, it is a face-saving thing to say, if you can take this opportunity to be friends with Mr. Zhiqing or something, this is equivalent to an incomparably powerful network out of thin air.

Countless people looked at the people around them with red eyes and hearts, hoping that the destined person was themselves, but they felt that it was impossible.

Most people here still have some self-knowledge.

"Did Mr. Zhiqing tell me who that person is?" someone asked.

Fu Huang also looked at the stars beside him.

Xingxiao shook his head and said crisply: "Master doesn't know who this person is, but he must be a very well-cultivated person. ”

The words landed, and I don't know why, everyone's eyes looked at Lin Jian in the crowd.

has self-cultivation and can be in tune with Mr. Zhiqing's music, who else can Lin Jian who has recited a song before?

Fu Huang pointed at Lin Jian and said to Xingxiao: "Do you see if it's him?" He just read a poem, which fits very well. ”

As he spoke, Fu Huang recited the words that Lin Jian had memorized before.

Hearing this, Xingxiao's eyes lit up and looked at Lin Jian, and said, "Sure enough, the artistic conception is very consistent." ”

If an ordinary child said such a word as artistic conception, it would definitely make people feel ridiculous, but Xingxiao said it for granted...... Whoever makes the family an apprentice of Mr. Zhiqing, just for such an identity, no one will really treat Xingxiao as an ignorant child who makes trouble.

Lin Jian stepped forward and smiled at Xingxiao and said, "Is it me?"