Su Zimo walked out of the supermarket with two big bags, looked at the gradually approaching night, identified the next direction, and walked over with his feet raised.

"One day, just like that, hey, when is it a head?"

"Day after day, year after year, alas"

"Ah, it's night again, it's a tangled moment again, what to eat at night"

"I'm so tired, I really want to be at home now, lie on that soft bed, close my eyes, and sleep beautifully"

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The pedestrians on the road may have been busy all day, and most of them have a tired look on their faces, and they are hurrying by, not paying too much attention to the people or things around them.

As for Su Zimo, who walked by him, he didn't notice it, but he felt a little familiar.

About ten minutes later, Su Zimo came to a courtyard with two bags and stopped, as always, holding the door knocker and knocking hard, making a loud sound.

After a while, there was a sound of broken footsteps from inside, I thought it was still Yang Leling's little girl, but unexpectedly, after the door was opened, what caught my eye was the little girl who had been worried about her heart, a pink little face saw herself, bloomed with an innocent smile, and directly staggered to the feet of Su Zimo, stretched out her fleshy little hand, hugged each other's thighs tightly, and said in a milky voice, "Dad...... Dad, how is Xiao Xi'er...... I miss you so much" The immature voice carried a hint of numbness, directly softening people's hearts.

"Well, I miss you too, Xiao Xi'er" Su Zimo bent down, stretched out a free hand, and hugged the weak and petite Su Xi'er, looking at the reddish circles under her eyes, she was so distressed that she left her mark on the other party's blown-up little face.

Su Xi'er naturally let out a joyful laugh, her two little hands tightly hugged each other's necks, and her little head was pillowed in front of Su Zimo's chest, as if she didn't want to let go anymore.

Su Zimo was distressed, and rubbed his forehead on the other party's white and flawless forehead affectionately, making the little guy laugh so much, and after feeling that it was almost the same, he raised his feet to walk forward, but when he saw Yang Leling standing quietly beside him, he smiled "Little guy, good evening"

Yang Leling turned sideways and nodded again and again, "Mmmm, uncle, good evening, I'll help you" After saying that, he wanted to reach out and take the two big bags that Su Zimo was carrying.

Su Zimo raised his hand and avoided it, under Yang Leling's puzzled gaze, he shook his head, and said softly, "I'll just take these, it's not in the way, uncle thank you first, come, let's go in" After that, he walked in, raised his foot and hooked the door, making the wooden door make a bang, and closed it.

In this way, Su Zimo was holding two big bags in one hand, Su Xi'er in the other hand, and Yang Leling behind him, the three of them walked across the green lawn, came to the front of the living room, and looked at a long-haired woman who looked dignified and elegant sitting in the middle.

The shape of the guzheng is rectangular, one string and one tone, there are thirteen strings in the Tang and Song dynasties, the earliest twenty-five strings of the zither are more, and then gradually increased to sixteen strings, eighteen strings, twenty-one strings, etc., the most commonly used at present is the twenty-one strings, and the twenty-one strings of the guzheng are placed in front of the woman.

Zheng originated in the Qin Dynasty, so it is also called Qin Zheng, in the process of its circulation and according to the size and timbre is divided into: Changli, Hongzheng, Ming Zheng, Qing Zheng, Wailing Zheng; the biggest difference between it and the guqin is that it has a stake and the guqin does not have a sadd, when the guzheng is played, through the left hand press, press, release and other fingering can play a glissando, change the tone, the guqin is to use the left hand to press the finger into the sound. One string has multiple tones, and can be used as empty strings, pressed strings, etc.

The long-haired woman didn't seem to be aware of the arrival of Su Zimo and the others, a pair of beautiful eyes were placed on the strings, she lowered her head and groaned, her slender fingers slowly moved on it, and the beautiful notes jumped out briskly one by one, playing a classical rhyme, and the moving beauty of the sound outlined by the piano made people can't help but think about it.

It seems that such a picture appeared in front of Su Zimo's eyes, under the moon, the breeze is slight, a woman in ancient costume, curling Tingting, stepping on the moon, the skirt is fluttering, the fragrant wind is gusting, walking to the front of the zither, gently brushing the sleeves to reveal the ten fingers, trembling, pressing, slipping, kneading, and suddenly the rhyme is melodious and wonderful, making people flutter like a fairy.

As time passed, the slender fingers of the long-haired woman gradually increased their speed, constantly pressing the strings, and the beautiful sound of the piano was like the tinkling of the spring water of the stream, and there was sadness, like the orchid of the valley, and there was also a lot of that spirit, like a heroic hero.

The sound of the guzheng is changeable, depending on the mood and feeling of the person who plays the qin, the guzheng is a kind of qin sound that makes people intoxicated and makes people feel like they are in the scene.

The aftermath lingered for three days. Like a mountain stream and a spring, it is like a ring bell. The ethereal sound reminds people of the valley's orchids, and the ancient sound seems to resist the wind in the clouds.

Su Zimo looked at the long-haired woman in front of him, his heart was in a trance, and the words of praise he thought of were not enough to express this situation, a pair of handsome eyes flashed with different colors, and he seemed to be very intoxicated by the beautiful sound of the zither in his ears.

Although Su Xi'er is young and feels very ignorant about many things, she can't bear this beautiful voice, blinking a pair of big watery eyes, and her little face is full of joy.

Yang Leling didn't have any superfluous looks on his face, after all, since he lived here, he had seen and heard a lot of this scene, so he got used to it a lot, and his little face was just smiling.

The gentle and low sound of the piano, like a beautiful sound, echoes in the sky. Like a drizzle hitting plantains, it is silent from afar, and it is still in my ears. Slowly revel in the low-key sound of the piano.

After about a few minutes, the long-haired woman's hand on the guzheng gradually stopped, and the pleasant voice gradually weakened, until it finally disappeared, then she raised her head, looked at the few people standing in front of the living room, stood up, showed a dignified smile, and said softly, "Zimo, you are here, sit down first" After that, he picked up the guzheng in front of him and put it on the classical cabinet in the corner.

"Well, teacher, where is the kitchen? I bought a lot of things, I'll go cook first" Su Zimo was not polite, rubbed off the shoes he was wearing, and walked in.

"Oh?" The long-haired woman, Mei Bixue, looked at the two bags that Su Zimo was holding in her hand, and the well-behaved Su Xi'er in the other hand, smiled, and said softly, "Hehe, let's come, you and the little girl talk more, she has been talking about you today" After that, while Su Zimo was stunned, he took the things in his hand, walked out of the living room and walked along the corridor with light steps.