A night in the mountains and forests was not easy, not to mention the mosquitoes and the small animals that occasionally popped out to make people start, but the deep exposure was enough to be annoying. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info What she was wearing was the red dress that Zheng Zeming's maid changed to her, which was thin and transparent, and she really couldn't resist the evening breeze in the mountains and forests.

I didn't sleep all night, and I didn't dare to stop at night in the weedy forest. When I finally walked onto the official road, I was relieved to see a few early passers-by sporadically. I found a big tree, sat down to rest for a while, and suddenly realized that something was wrong with me, drowsiness, not to mention, chills all over my body, and from time to time I sneezed twice, obviously infected with the wind cold.

The trip was difficult, and she was alone, and her illness was undoubtedly a fatal disaster for her.

She can't get sick, she can't fall, she can't die.

When she saw the bowl of poison prepared by Zheng Jingming, she felt a last despair in her heart. At that moment, she prayed to the heavens that if she could get out of trouble, she would never let herself be in that helpless situation and could only wait for death again. No matter what happens in the future, she can't let her seek death again, she swears!

The water and dry food were not on her body, she was still barely able to survive the food and dew last night, and at the moment her stomach was rumbling, she couldn't bear it anymore, and when she saw a few passers-by looking at her, she struggled to get up and walked towards them.

Suddenly, he saw a weak beauty walking towards him, and those passers-by couldn't help but stop, "Big girl, what are you...... Sick, right? One spoke.

"Look at those shoes, they've been torn like this, big girl, you've come from afar? Why don't you bring a rucksack? ”

"Everyone!" Wei Yan said, "The little woman has suffered a lot to find her relatives here, she has exhausted her entanglements, and she has no food to eat, which is embarrassing and rude." Can a few people help with some dry food, the little woman has nothing to repay, and is willing to repay her with a song. ”

"What did she say?" A rough man said, "A song to pay each other? It's fresh. Big girl, can you sing? ”

Wei Yan smiled and said, "Definitely." The little girl can blow the horn. ”

Those few people couldn't help but be a little disappointed, what is there to listen to Xun, it is not as elegant as the pipa of Qinse.

A passer-by, "It is human nature to pity the weak and pity the sick, this girl, you don't have to bend your dignity and do that kind of showmanship." There are still some snacks in the hands of the contemptible people, and the girl does not give them up, but just takes them. ”

Wei Yan said: "Thank you, son." However, the little woman did not dare to bear it. The little girl is willing to offer a song, and you think that the little girl's song is worth a few pastries, so you will give a few pieces, how so? ”

The rough man had been waiting impatiently, and who was not a servant in the morning, or had something important to worry about? Nowadays, a rare and beautiful woman in her life is willing to sing a song on the side of the road, adding a touch of charm to the lonely and hurried journey, and who is impatient to pay attention to what etiquette and rules?

The young man who took pity on the sick saw that everyone gathered around him was constantly urging Wei Yan to quickly compose a song, so he had to take a few steps back and stand aside.

Wei Yan took out Tao Xun from his sleeve, put it to his lips, and tentatively blew a note first. Tao Xun is actually a holy relic of the underground palace, and I don't know if it is appropriate to take out this thing.

And when everyone saw that Xun, they couldn't help but be disappointed, this Xun was too old, and it was really not worthy of such a beauty!

A person dressed as a scholar stepped forward and said politely: "The girl knows the rhythm of music, but she is good at the huqin?" As he spoke, he took out a small single-stringed instrument from the basket behind his back.

When everyone saw this single-stringed piano, they said, "How do you let people play a one-stringed piano?" It's just that, it's better to blow the ......."

The scholar was about to retreat, but he saw Wei Yan raise his hand and smile at him, "That's the case, thank you son." ”

She took the monochord, put Xun Haosheng in her sleeve, and stood by the road, playing with her hands.

I saw the girl in the red dress with her sideburns flying, and the newborn red sun reflected behind her, although her face was tired and muddy, she was still amazingly beautiful.

Her fingers flutter over the single string, moving gracefully and smoothly. In her hand, the single-stringed huqin emitted a complex and changeable tone, which made everyone change from "not optimistic" and "not hopeful" at the beginning to "amazed" and "full of praise".

The sky was getting brighter and brighter, the last clouds had faded from the sky, and more and more pedestrians gathered on the roadside, and they were infected by the sound of the music, and came closer, and looked at the girl playing the piano carefully.

The scholar's eyes flashed when he handed over the qin, and he sighed softly: "Unexpectedly, in the hinterland of the Central Plains, there are also people who understand this song, thinking that I have wasted a lot of time and energy to collect music from various ethnic groups and go away to the mountains and rivers." ”

Wei Yan took the piano and saluted the pedestrians around him. "The music played by the little woman is the 'Wild Goose Flying South' composed by an anonymous person outside the Saiwai, taking its melodious beauty of harmony and music, and dedicating it to everyone. What do you think the little girl's song is worth? ”

The scholar stepped forward and said, "The music played by the girl, Xiao Sheng once heard it outside the Sai, and what she played was far inferior to the girl's skills. If Xiaosheng is not mistaken, but the girl adapted the ending rhyme by herself? ”

Wei Yan nodded and said, "Yes, at the end of the original song, the string tone is rapid and sad. The little woman Mu Saiwai was high and wide, and she did not want to mourn from it, so she modified it. Childe smiled. ”

The scholar immediately said, "The girl is modest!" The girl's piano skills and ideas are all admirable! Please receive a gift! Xiaosheng was instructed to search for folk music everywhere, if the girl did not give up, could he go with Xiaosheng to meet the tutor? ”

Wei Yan shook his head, "Thank you for the kindness of the son, the small skills of carving insects, and the axe of the class, it is really not worth mentioning." If the son has a heart, is he willing to give food to Panchuan? ”

Surrounded by the vassally and pretentious man sitting on the carriage, shaking his head and sighing, "Alas! Such talented, but vulgar! Come, give you a small fortune, give you a gold, go quickly! ”

Wei Yan was unhappy in his heart and was deeply ashamed, but he knew that this was not the time to play high, and since the road of performing arts had already gone, these grievances and insults could not be avoided. Therefore, the skirt of the skirt said: "Thank you! ”

But the man in the brocade robe in the carriage did not wait for her to come near, but threw the gold in his hand to the ground from a distance, and then raised his hand to call the coachman to hurry away.

The dust kicked up by the carriage and horse was all over his face, and Wei Yan's face turned red, and he couldn't bend down to pick up the gold on the ground.

For a bite of food, humble to this ...... How could she not be ashamed and sad?

"Girl."

The scholar stepped forward, bent down to pick up the gold, handed it to Wei Yan, and said with a smile, "The girl is by no means a secular person, Xiaosheng can hear it clearly from the sound of the girl's piano." Why care about the gossip of such laymen? If the girl didn't really encounter difficulties, how could she be so condescending? (To be continued.) )