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Looking at Ping Hanhan's eager gaze, Ping Guo smiled, cleared his throat, was silent for a while, and began a slow but memorable recitation:

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"The Devil's Trill":

"My master Gu Yu is actually not called Gu Yu, her real name is Gu Yu. Because the word Yu was often written incorrectly, the children simply turned into Gu Yu. Besides, Gu Yu was born on the day of Guyu, one of the 24 solar terms, which just contains the beauty of rain giving birth to a hundred grains, catkins flying, cuckoos crying at night, peonies spitting, cherries ripe red, and everything is strong.

My master befriended a little girl, Apple, but the apple didn't seem to pay much attention to her master, even though she sat in the back seat of the master, and was bullied by the stinky boys every day. But I know that the master's heart is all in the apple, or when the class leader is reelected, the master will vote for the apple alone, what a great appreciation, responsibility and courage it takes.

Later, I also found that the owner was always the first to rush to the school, open the classroom door, rush to Apple's desk, wipe off the saliva, snot, thick phlegm, etc. on the table with a rag, and then bend down to take out the bed bugs, caterpillars, cockroaches, etc. in the desk bucket, and then throw the dirty things into the garbage can, and then sit in front of his desk and read a book as if nothing happened. Even if some boys saw and ridiculed her, she was still operating unmoving.

Sometimes, Apple will still scream in fright when she finds the little monster in her school bag, and the owner will run over to help her clean up the mess; sometimes, when the clean table is spit or thrown into saliva and snot in the blink of an eye, the owner will help Apple to cover the new "Reference News".

After that, I found that Apple gradually had the ability to guard against it, and it became more calm. Lo and behold, after discovering those, she either covered it with a stack of "Reference News" to cover it up, or dialed out the horrible little monster with a newspaper, and then continued to read and write her homework in a relaxed state.

Today is the master's birthday, and voila, good luck comes. Seeing that there was something dirty on the apple desk again, the master hurriedly pulled the drawing paper on which Huang He was sketching the warship to cover it, and Huang He was silent.

I knew that my master admired her, and even I admired her and wanted to make friends with her. For we have all seen with our own eyes how she fought the arrogant and fierce stinky boys alone, and because I knew how lonely my master was. I'd rather be alone than lonely with my master. How can we make them the best girlfriends? My little master will never betray friendship like Lu Qingming.

Who am I? I'm not the kind of "eight-hole recorder" that ordinary elementary school students can buy for 5 yuan. It's not blown, I used to be Gu Yu's mother's favorite object: the white jade recorder. I studied at the Baroque Music Department of the Vienna Conservatory with Miss Beauty, and I played "The Devil's Trill" in the beautiful and harmonious Musikverein, known as the "World Opera Center".

The concert hall itself is a perfect work of art, and the most unique design is the moving stage, which is 46 meters deep and consists of several levels of platforms that can be raised, lowered or rotated at will. However, in the end, I returned to my homeland with my young lady. Soon, I had a little master again, that is Gu Yu - Gu Yu.

The little master cherishes me very much, and has been on a skin-to-skin relationship with me since I was three years old, staying with each other night and night. Eight years have passed, and the little master can actually interpret the trills of fast trembling and slow trembling from not trembling to trembling, slow trembling to fast trembling, trembling while rubbing, trembling while slipping, etc., to the point that the devil is smiling. Hehe, yes, I'll ask the little master to play this classic song for Apple.

On the way out of school, I saw the apple coming up, and I immediately jumped out of my master's bag, and fell to the ground before the boys who were chasing the apple came over, and I fell to death, hehe, fortunately, it didn't break anywhere, hehe, but I was also very happy, because I was being picked up and stared at and delivered to the master. I heard the crisp sound of apples and asked, "Gu Yu, what kind of recorder is this, you are not afraid of falling?" Want to hear it? I can play it for you. "Really, just for me?" "Yes, just for you." What do you want to hear?" "So—will you be able to "Katyusha", "Serenade", "Plum Niang?"

But the master said, "All right, you—come with me." "I knew the host was going up to the rooftop garden.

The proverb says: After three days of rain in the valley, look at peonies in the garden. The owner's parents planted a world of flowers in pots on the roof of their house. My master and I linger here every day, even storms and even snowflakes, as long as my master is hearty and intoxicated in the world of beautiful music, like sneaking into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently like spring rain, moisturizing our souls, I will accompany them.

The master said, "Look, the peony is about to be released." This is my world. In this age when the spirit is more barren than the material, I am the lucky one. Right?"

Apple muttered, "The spirit is barren than the material?—— that's a good thing." ”

The owner was shy and said, "I'm sorry - that's my dad's words." ”

The colorful flower world, the green seedling world, makes the apple a little lost, and the blackpool-like eyes blink, sometimes staring so big and sometimes squinting again. Suddenly, she must have heard a heavenly sound, crisp, pleasant, high-pitched and sad, slow, tactful. Full of sadness, a little resentful, a few strong and longer notes even a little crying, then a few strong notes, quite imposing, and then the melody ripples endlessly, like the courage, perseverance and sharpness that burst out on the day of the winter solstice. Suddenly, jumping, forging ahead, spinning, jumping like a ballet dancer, going up the stairs and looking down on all beings. It is sometimes strong, sometimes melodious, sometimes meandering, in a thousand postures, trembling and meandering. Exaggerated trills, eerie melodies, devilish feelings. Then there are two tones and two strings, vibrating up and down, gorgeous dialogue, and the last piece of gorgeous and colorful music, which gives people a sense of tragedy and grandeur, which shocks people's hearts.

Apple is obsessed. Hehe, I'm so proud. The master stared up and said, "This is my conversation with the devil." How?"

Apple stared at the master and said adoringly: "Gu Yu, when you play, you have low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, your expression is tender, and your face is like a peach blossom! Your fingers are too flexible, and your musicality will definitely beat me." It seems that I can't catch up with the devil and communicate like you do. ”

I saw that the two little girls pulled up their little fingers, haha - the two thumbs were finally glued together. ”

Pingguo actually finished reciting what she had created many years ago in one breath, and she couldn't help but be surprised in the depths of her heart: Oh my God, I still remember everything, it's so worth being happy!

Ping Hanhan was not exaggerating, and praised repeatedly: "Mom, Mom, look, look, your memory is amazing! It's amazing! Also, I've read all of your series, and there are two of them, and I can almost memorize them, do you want to listen to them?"

Pingguo smiled and said, "Okay, my work can come out of the princess's mouth, and being a mother is naturally very happy! Hurry up, walk up, let me appreciate it." ”

The night in Vienna is even more beautiful.

The mother and daughter sat in front of the balcony of the family apartment, which was full of the fragrance of lilacs and plants at night, each with a glass of dark beer, and they admired and communicated with each other like a meeting, which was very comfortable.

Ping Hanhan took a sip of cold dark beer and began catchily:

"Mom, don't be angry, I listen to my mother the most, but I don't read your books at the age of thirty, really, I only secretly read three of your short stories, and I fell in love with it all at once, so I read it a second time, and then memorized it.

The reason why I knew that I could memorize it was because one day, my master's classmate asked me, have I read yours, I said I have read three, and then these three short stories of yours came out of my mouth.

That's something I didn't expect either.

Hehe, because if I want to memorize it when I read, I usually have to read it more than three times.

Okay, back to the book, I'm starting to read it! Mom, listen carefully, if there is any mistake, please forgive me!

The first short story "Qingming":

When I was 10 years old, I met Qingming in a class.

Teacher Qin said, you can sit in that empty seat. I looked at the back of the classroom and saw a vacant seat in front of a fat white girl with two long pigtails.

I just sat down, and a little hard thing poked the back of my head, and the crisp girl voice said, Hey-Apple, my name is Lu Qingming. I was a little annoyed, and glanced back, did I have such a nickname? but I saw a smiling white face, swollen and twisted into a flower, a pure white sunflower. Later, I found that this female classmate named Lu Qingming, whenever she was in high spirits, her white fat face was like the shiny side of unused sketch paper, shining with brilliant color, otherwise, the white fat face was like its opposite, with vertical and horizontal lines, obscure and dry, but she had one thing in common, that is, paleness.

At the end of school, I found that we had to walk long on the same busy asphalt road, climb through a large closed iron gate, and run past a huge weed nursery to go back to our respective homes. Her family lives in a bungalow in the military barracks, and there is a large patch of grass behind the house. She pointed out that this is the sunflower, which my father planted. When the flowers are in full bloom, there is the sound of flowers blooming. Suddenly, my eyes lit up, and the flowers bloomed, and she nodded solemnly.

For this reason, I gave up jumping bands, although my bands are super elastic and my jumping skills are absolutely excellent, and even I gave up playing table tennis, although my racket is double-sided tape, and the ferocity of the tee is unmatched. I only accompany one person - Lu Qingming. As soon as we heard the teacher say that class was over, we would run out into the corridor and sit on the ground to play "sheep crutches", which is a game composed of table tennis and sheep crutches, and we often looked at the stupid classmates.

I have never disappointed the teacher when I asked questions in class, and my essays were read out as excellent models. Once I was re-elected as class president, I, a transfer student, actually passed by unanimous vote, and my enthusiasm was stimulated. I used my pocket money to buy four portraits of great men and put them on the walls of the classroom, but I didn't know that when a pushpin met a hard wall, it would automatically become decadent enough. The boy at the same table, Huang He, rushed away, and when he came back, he handed me not only 10 pushpins, but also an ice cream. I was so disgusted that I wouldn't take it. Qingming suddenly flashed and said, give me food, otherwise, it will all melt. I was stunned, and felt that the sticky cream color was like a clear and quiet look. She opened her big mouth and stuck out her long tongue under our gaze, unconcerned, and the white liquid that flowed down was caught. I looked behind her mischievously and shouted, Uncle Lu, hello! Qingming immediately wanted to turn his head, but he threw the ice cream and fell to the ground, unconscious. Frightened, when we hurriedly went to call Teacher Qin, she woke up again. Since then, I have learned that Qingming cannot be frightened.

Before the summer vacation, I went to deliver the exam papers to Ms. Qin's home, only to learn that she had a daughter who was waiting to be fed. Hunger made the little baby cry all the time, while my teacher could only blush, sweat and desperately fanned the honeycomb coal. On the fire, it is a pot of rice porridge, which is still thin soup and little water. I knew that Teacher Qin was a substitute educated youth, so I shouted loudly, Teacher, wait, I have two bags of milk powder and sugar at home, I will go and take them to your daughter to drink. You know, no matter how special the military family is, I haven't tasted milk for a long time, and the sugar just last night with water-soaked chopsticks secretly pierced the kraft paper packaging, so I tasted a little sweet.

The best compensation should be regarded as the novelty that Qingming gave me. That summer, I squatted in the flowers for dozens of mornings, and finally heard the delicate and charming sound of "can't die" and "ho-ho-" flowers that gradually bloomed when the sun was rising. The higher the sun rises, the more the flowers bloom, and the more sonorous the sound becomes.

As soon as school started, I heard that Teacher Qin was returned to the original Zhiqing point. The new head teacher shook his pale hair and said that some girls are not self-respecting, they don't talk about falling in love by themselves, and they have learned to slap horses. Now, let's elect a class leader. So, except for Gu Yu, a little girl who can play the recorder with freckles on her cheeks, I was almost unanimously vetoed. And Qingming actually voted for herself and became the squad leader with an absolute advantage. The moment I made the announcement, I turned my head and saw that purple had flown on her cheeks, like a half-branch of a lotus that was so red that it turned purple.

Since then, on the way out of school, I have been chased and killed by boys - big apple, round and round, uncle takes you to the park, don't be in a hurry and don't be afraid, there is a man in front of you - in the humiliation, I always seem to see a white fat face blooming into a pure white afternoon flower.

In the coming year, we were asked to sweep the graves of the martyrs. Lu Qingming asked her father to drive us to the cemetery in a military truck. In the excitement, I also squeezed to the front, after all, I could feel the momentum of the wind there. Qingming squeezed over and said coldly, "You're not allowed to ride in this car!" I said, "Why?" This is a group activity. She said, this is my dad's car, and I have the final say. To be honest, at that moment, I hated Qingming to death. Fortunately, as soon as it suddenly stumbled, the big truck rumbled away.

As I left the gate of the cemetery, I suddenly heard a shout: Apple—I glanced back and saw Qingming, who was standing at the back of the departing truck, her hands raised in the shape of a trumpet. As soon as I turned around, I was lonely and left alone.

If I had known, it would have been our last encounter, and I would have caught up, or at least find out what she wanted to say to me?

On that day, it was Qingming, and classmates from other classes also swarmed into the truck. The dirt road is muddy, the car is bumpy, and the elementary school students are exaggeratedly squeezed into a ball one by one, and the little girl at the bottom is Qingming.

Huang He cried and said, if it weren't for Qingming, I would be the one who was crushed at the bottom.

I knew that Qingming had congenital heart disease, and I also knew that she was supposed to "not die", but she died like this and lived in the martyrs' cemetery forever.

Qingming said that the flowers bloom with sound.

Flowers should have a sound, which has become my motto.

Note: Sunflower, commonly known as can't die, noon flower, half lotus, etc., belongs to the purslane family annual succulent grass flower, native to Brazil, has the habit of blooming when seeing sunlight. If you pull it out or pluck it out and expose it to the sun, or leave it for a long time, it looks like it is dying, but when it is inserted in the soil and slightly moistened, it can still miraculously survive.

The second short story "Winter Solstice":

The winter solstice does not serve dumpling bowls, and no one cares about freezing ears. This solar term is the shortest day and longest night in the Northern Hemisphere, and after the winter solstice, the days will become longer and the nights will gradually become shorter.

The darkness that had already fallen was still stuck in his mind, he couldn't think about anything, the more he thought about it, the more pale it became, and his thinking was like the pool ** in the paper mill he had just visited, sticky. Chaos. Wriggle. He didn't think about it, but it was as if someone had grabbed his collar and threw him into a deep black hole, the walls were full of broken glass, flashing with faint light, sharp edges and corners screaming, every part of his body collided with the ignorance of broken glass, and the pain came radially, but he couldn't find a specific pain point, and even, even in the depths of the pain, faintly, vaguely, there was an indescribable ...... Pleasure.

This is probably the reason why he must think about it. Recently, he and the little boys, on the way out of school, shouting, weaving and slipping: big apple, round and round, uncle take you to the park, don't be in a hurry, don't be afraid, there is a man in front of him-but, these, it seems that he can no longer humiliate the little girl at the same table, apple-Lu Qingqi is quite suitable for her nickname, who calls her surnamed Ping? Who calls her always high-spirited and excellent everywhere? As her tablemate, he has been ridiculed by the boys as her man, of course he has to draw a line with her. He first carved out the "38th Parallel" with a knife, as long as her elbow dared to invade his territory, he would "no one offend me, I will not offend", pencil sharpeners, Chinese pencils directly cut and poked, hearing her scream, they all laughed happily, and got a pleasure, recognition and trust in the laughter. The more painful she was, the more proud he became, and the more she dodged, the more he had to get even harder. He had come up with the best way to strike at her dignity. Every day on the way from school, he picked up gravel, branches, and even half a brick, chased after her, threw it over—at first, she would run away, and the more she ran, the more they chased. Later, she only occasionally dodged and walked away, and they insulted her and hit her in front of the shadow.

Tonight, after she actually heard the sound of their pursuit, she immediately stopped, turned around, glared at them viciously, and shouted: "There is a kind, come up, go head!" The group of little boys were all staring, stunned, stupid. The troublemaker in the senior year smiled evilly and shouted: Haha, Huang He, your daughter-in-law is going to fight with you, don't you hurry up! In shame, he had to roll up the sleeves of his padded jacket, reveal his slender white arms, clench his fists, and rush forward. Apple took a step back, reached forward with his left hand to block his fist, and punched him hard in the chest with his right hand. A wave of panic and helplessness suddenly came out, and he wanted to turn his head, but found that he couldn't, and he didn't have any strength. The chest cavity was also rattling, as if the old house had been dusty Daiwa, suddenly pried open, fell to the ground piece by piece, scattered on the black soil, the black mud was desperately squeezed out, damp and musty smell intertwined. In a trance, he was grabbed by the collar, and his right leg and foot were slammed into the bare part of his foot, and he was thrown to the ground.

A bunch of stinky boys were dumbfounded.

Apple slapped his sleeve, raised his face, and shouted clearly, "Who's coming again?"

A group of stinky boys threw off the things in their hands and immediately scattered as birds and beasts.

He was also so frightened that he didn't dare to come out, and he was even afraid to get up. Apple gasped roughly, and the more he gasped, he thought she was about to cry, yes, although she was victorious, but they had bullied her during this time and it was indeed too hard and fierce for her to cry. But she didn't cry. It's strange that before the embankment is about to break, there is always something to brew and save, but she suddenly shrank and no crying was gone. He felt like his body was so dry, like a fish that had been dried in the sun. The ant-like thing crawls slowly from the depths of the lower abdomen to all corners of the body. At first, there was only a numb discomfort, and then, to pain, pain in the depths, indescribable pain, and so on until the apple pulled him up from the ground.

The day is really short, and it is actually dark. He seemed to be looking for light in the dark, faintly. Bang - Mom turned on the light button and handed him a bowl of dumplings, which were crystal ruddy and delicately colored dumplings, which suddenly made his heart move. "Medical Saint" Zhang Zhongjing has "Dispelling Cold Jiao'er Soup" on the day of the winter solstice, saving so many people who were frostbitten. What about him? Yes, he needs to act.

On the night of the winter solstice, the cold wind was biting, strongly rendering the cold and solemn of the night, and a feeling of loneliness from the heart broke through his rapid pace. But he still rubbed into the army compound and came to the door of Apple's house. They had pursued her countless times, even smashing the window panes of her house. At this moment, he could only be strong and courageous, and only knocked on the door, but no one answered. He had no choice but to place the bowl on the windowsill, and walked to a slender window with the lights on, and as soon as he exerted his strength, his face was propped up by his thin arms, and pressed against the clear glass window above the patterned glass window, oh my God, what did he see?

An almost naked little girl muttered catchily: Handan Winter Solstice Night Homesick (Tang) Bai Juyi Handan Post is on the winter solstice, and the shadow in front of the knee-hugging lamp is accompanied. If you want to sit late at night, you should also talk about the traveler - but the hand vigorously puts the lit moxa around the navel, scorching.

Dumbfounded, he fell to the ground. Hearing the door open, he jumped up and fled, and when he glanced back, he saw Apple reaching for the bowl of dumplings. His blood burst out, his heart was pounding, he rushed into the house, and shouted: "Mom - can moxa burn the navel?"

The mother, who was a doctor, smiled and said, "Oh, how can my little naughty know how to maintain the health of moxibustion and moxibustion? You know, today is the best time for the transfer of yin and yang and the rise of yang energy in the body." If you can use moxibustion Shenque acupoint, you can warm the kidneys and strengthen the spleen, reconcile qi and blood, and get less sick in the second year. ”

The Yellow River is happy, and the winter solstice, which has the longest night, is really good.

How's it going? Mom. When you write it, it's the same as me, right?"

Pingguo was shocked, he couldn't imagine that his daughter would perform her short story so eloquently, and she could recite it fluently in one breath, what could be happier than this?

So, Pingguo was smiling in his sleep.

Vaguely, Pingguo saw two wisps of green smoke, curling in the sky above the room, ethereal.

Ping Fu was even more straightforward in her ear, whispering softly, as if to say:

"Pingguo, you really deserve our escort, look at the princess you have cultivated, how good! My precious daughter Tan Tan, I will leave it to you to educate!

Ping Fu said, and Ping Guo seemed to see Ping Fu's tearful face like a stream.

Pingguo's heart immediately pantothenic, tears rolled in his eyes, choked up, and said, "Xie, Xie Meiyu! However, since you have brought it up, I am naturally very willing, and many daughters are happy!

Let Ping Hanhan and Tan Tan become sisters, how good!

As soon as I returned to China, I would visit Tan Tan. ”

However, if you want me to be the guardian or guardian, you need your authorization.

But now that you're gone, how can you do that?"

Ping Shu said: "I'll think about this, there should be a way to do it." ”

Pingguo said, "Pingfu, are we really communicating with each other?"

Ping Shu said, "Yes, don't you think it's a nightmare?"

Pingguo said: "I don't know, it's confusing. None of this exists in reality. However, it seems that everything exists. ”

Pingwu looked at Pingwei with a smile and said, "Pingwei, is it possible that we will make something tomorrow so that Pingguo's mother and daughter can believe that we have been guarding and following them?"

Pingwei finally spoke, and also smiled a little at the corner of his mouth, and said, "I said okay, I said I can see it!"

Pingguo was immediately frightened. Reading, a better reading experience.