Lin Yuanchen's eyes were horizontal, he took out a large bottle of white flower oil from the storage bag given by Xu Kaijie, wiped a few drops on his temples, and then wiped a few drops on his neck, gritted his teeth and glared at Zhang Shaotong: "I'll let you listen to this autumn sound in a while!" ”

Zhang Shaotong snickered even more on his face, and asked softly, "What are you wiping?" ”

"Carminative oil, would you like some?" After a while, a cool breath emanated, and a burst of refreshment welled up on Lin Yuanchen's head. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Carminative oil? What kind of wind is driving? Zhang Shaotong's eyes were full of meaning.

"Wind ......" Lin Yuanchen bumped in his heart, but said recklessly: "Haven't you heard of it?" That is, I kiss you goodbye, on a deserted street, let the wind idiot laugh I can't refuse. My world began to snow, so cold that I couldn't love it for another day, so cold that even the hidden regrets were so obvious. My heart waits to meet sorrow...... That's the wind! ”

Zhang Shaotong's eyes flashed, blinked, and an incomprehensible haze appeared on his eyes, looked at Lin Yuanchen for a while, and said, "The sound of autumn, can you play?" ”

Lin Yuanchen nodded, then glared at him again, and the thought in his heart turned around: "Grandpa only said that I played the piano unrestrainedly, unlike a woman, with a sense of grace and grace, this Qiu Lai said, it was indeed me who deceived him...... "Qiu Lai, not made up out of thin air, the word Qiu Lai, it is a backbone guqin master in the world that Lin Yuanchen came from, named Cheng Gongliang, Qiu Lai is his style, Lin Yuanchen transferred the world's evaluation of Cheng Gongliang to his head, and used his brain at this time.

"When I was admitted to university in the past, I listened to Cheng Gongliang's "Wen Wang Cao" every day, and I was so familiar with it, it was better to imitate a song for him...... It is estimated that he has never heard of "Wen Wang Cao". Speaking of this Cheng Gongliang's "Wen Wang Cao", she really listened to it countless times, in which the degree of various fingering techniques, the realm of opening and closing, she knew everything about it, she closed her eyes at this time, and she could recall the whole song in her mind, and she didn't need a speaker and a player at all.

With a decision in his heart, he took out the heart-burning harp from the storage ring and placed it on the stump on the side.

With a finger open, a full string sound emanated, like the night wind occasionally rising in a quiet night, and with a few sounds, the chapter began.

Zhang Shaotong's eyes showed a look of surprise, his chest leaned forward again, and he closed his eyes and listened carefully.

After the opening, the left hand pressed the strings, and a sound like a slippery spring of strings came out one after another, this string sound was neither sonorous nor soft, like the words of a wise man, but the state of mind in this string sound was neither strong nor old, and it seemed to have endless intriguing meanings.

Lin Yuanchen has completely entered the state, if this song is heard by fellow villagers from her world, they will really be amazed that this song seems to be really from Cheng Gongliang's hand.

The twisting and chopping in every place is just right.

"It's really wise and open-minded...... Zhang Shaotong closed his eyes and muttered.

As Lin Yuanchen played, the surrounding forests became more and more silent, and a few fallen leaves that fell from time to time in the forest fell among the grass, making a slight sound.

Even the subtle grinding of the strings with her left hand could be heard.

In her piano sound, there is no little woman's pretentiousness, but there is an extreme majestic posture, this majestic posture is not overbearing and tough at all, like an old man who has gone through the vicissitudes of life, but with a dull and experienced delicacy that is not shrewd, this delicacy runs through the beginning and end of this song, as if born long, without any trace of axe and chisel, smelling like the autumn breeze blowing on the face, listening to it like a gentleman's words, it is the most broad and peaceful heart.

This song "King Wen*** is longer, with the plucking of the last string, it finally played the song, but it brought up an endless reverie.

Lin Yuanchen snickered in his heart: "It turns out that I imitated it so well, it was perfect, I don't know if Zhang Shao communicated with ......"

Thinking of this, he glanced at Zhang Shaotong secretly, only to see him close his eyes and groan, as if he was infected by the sound of the piano, Lin Yuanchen snickered in his heart.

However, Zhang Shaotong opened his eyes quietly, a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said slowly: "Who played this tune?" ”

"Huh?" Lin Yuanchen's body trembled, and a layer of fine sweat appeared in his palms, "Master, I played it." ”

"Haha! Yuji, you're lying to me again. Who played it? A layer of seriousness slowly appeared in Zhang Shaotong's eyes, which was like the frost and dew in late autumn, with a coldness that was not obvious but made people feel cold.

Lin Yuanchen saw the coldness in his eyes, and was shocked in his heart: "Hmph! Zhang Shaotong, since you scare me, then I will also scare you! ”

"This is a handsome and extraordinary and suave boy in our hometown. Yu Ji admires this boy very much, so every time he plays this song, Yu Ji remembers it with his heart, so that he can play the exact same string sound! ”

Zhang Shaotong frowned and said, "Is there such a son?" How did I not know? ”

Lin Yuanchen suddenly realized: Feng Yuluan has been peeking at me since I was a child, could it be that Zhang Shaotong is the same? At this time, his eyes rolled sharply, and he thought of another explanation.

"This boy only sees me in dreams every time, since I was very young, I often dreamed, he always came with the piano in his arms, he said, after a hundred years, he will come to see me in person...... I asked him why it took a hundred years, and he said that ten years of cultivation can be crossed in the same boat, and a hundred years of cultivation can be spent sleeping together...... "Before he finished speaking, he only felt a strong force from his wrist, and the whole person was pulled forward and pounced, directly on Zhang Shaotong's chest, and pressed an arm behind his back.

Zhang Shaotong's eyes flashed as sharp as a knife, and he said, "Your lie is not good, don't say it again." ”

Lin Yuanchen's heartbeat was fast again, and the mood calmed down by Fang Cai's white flower oil and "Wen Wang Cao" instantly became warm again.

"Master...... Yuji ...... Did you make you happy this time? ”

Zhang Shaotong ignored her half-coquettish and half-soft words, and the sharp light in his eyes did not dissipate: "In the end, who appeared in your dream?" A palm rested on Lin Yuanchen's cheek and lifted her face up.

"Dream ...... Yes, it's Master, it always appears in my dreams......" Lin Yuanchen's heart beat wildly.

"Who's the guy who came with the piano?"

"Yes...... He's a luthier from our hometown, much older than me, and he's an old man...... I don't know if I'm already dead......"

"Then what is a hundred years of cultivation and sleeping together?" Zhang Shaotong's palm was warm, but his eyes were extremely cold.

"Total ...... Sleep together...... That is to say...... That's talking about Master and me! Lin Yuanchen was forced to be helpless at this time, so he directly let go of his courage and said, "It means that Master and I don't know how many years we have known since the beginning, and then we will meet in every life, is this ...... It's a kind of fate, fate...... Wonderful......"

The sharp light in Zhang Shaotong's eyes instantly closed, and a wicked smile appeared on his mouth: "Haha, fate, wonderful......" (To be continued.) )