Xining six years. December 25th. Heavy snow.

Everyone was on a small island pavilion, and everyone was sitting behind the guqin in fox coats, and in the center was a very strong flame. There was a white manzale hanging down, and the straw curtain that kept out the wind.

"This time, the piano song is based on a poem as the theme: the shadow on the lake, but a trace of the long causeway, and a little pavilion in the center of the lake. With Yu Zhou, there are only two or three people in the boat. Liu Yinyin wiped the guqin road.

"Master, let me begin." Helan Chunlan took the initiative.

Liu Yinyin nodded, and a song "Guan Shanyue" overflowed from Helan Chunlan's fingertips. This ancient song was originally a sentiment for the soldiers on the border, fighting on the battlefield and few people were still sad. Today's artistic conception of the heavy snow makes people listen to it more moving.

At the end of the song, Liu Fuzi commented: "This piece is also a representative of short and concise practice, and can be used as an introductory piano song to practice." It's not difficult to learn "Guan Shanyue", but it's not easy to play it well. The rhythm of its chapters and sentences, the frustration of chanting, the twists and turns, between the virtual and the real, also need to turn the next effort under the fingers. You're doing a good job. ”

Helan Chunlan bowed slightly, showing humility.

Then a few more people played the same atmospheric tune, and Liu Fuzi frowned and said: "Other people don't have to be limited by this topic, even if it is a theme, it can be new." ”

"The student wants to play a song "Tao Yao" Hua Yunzheng stood up, faded off the white fox fur, and revealed a fiery red dress.

Without waiting for everyone to react, he jumped onto the boat with the guqin in his arms and sat on the ground. Playing it again and again, he sang: "The peach is dying, scorching its glory." The son is home, and it is appropriate for him to live in his room. The peach is dying. Actually. The son is home, and his family room is appropriate.

The peach is dying. Its leaves are vernacular. The son is home, and it is suitable for his family. ”

With the singing. Everyone found that the man with a wicked temperament was just like this on a snowy day, riding a roofless boat, playing and singing, and went away.

"How many people can have a unique temperament than Brother Hua?" Xie Lingyun sighed.

Luo Wushuang looked at the man standing between heaven and earth, his enchanting and clear temperament were mixed, and the more enchanting he was, the more innocent he looked. "Rare." Luo Wushuang also replied.

"Hum the flower shelf." Cao Muyun said dissatisfied.

Liu Yinyin glanced at Cao Muyun with some displeasure, and said coolly: "The boy of the Cao family is alluding to the fact that my master is a showman?"

Cao Muyun turned his face away and didn't say soft words.

But in the next second, as if he heard something strange, he saw Hua Yunzheng fall straight into the lake. Xie Lingyun exclaimed. Subconsciously grabbed Luo Wushuang's sleeve.

After a moment, Luo Wushuang tapped his toes as if he were gliding on the water. Hua Yunzheng had already disappeared on the surface of the lake, and when he reached the middle of the lake, Luo Wushuang also plunged into it.

Sure enough, under the icy lake, I saw Hua Yunzheng slowly sinking with his eyes closed. Luo Wushuang struggled to swim on the frozen surface of the lake, and she grabbed Hua Yunzheng's wrist and pulled it towards her. Hua Yunzheng approached her like a dilapidated doll, and she turned around and yearned for the upper stream.

Suddenly, Luo Wushuang was pulled by the force behind him, and Hua Yunzheng had already opened his eyes. That delicate face with a smile.

In the next second, Hua Yunzheng pasted it, and his cold lips were also imprinted. Luo Wushuang lost his mind for a moment. At this time, the two of them also surfaced almost with buoyancy.

Hua Yunzheng had already closed his eyes again and leaned weakly on Luo Wushuang's shoulder, as if the scene just now had never happened. Luo Wushuang blushed and swam towards the pavilion with Hua Yunzheng.

Someone has already given Luo Wushuang a hand. Pulled Hua Yunzheng up, and then Luo Wushuang also turned over to the pavilion with a wet body. Xie Lingyun handed Luo Wushuang the fox fur very carefully.

Liu Fuzi and the others were very helpless against Hua Yunzheng, who had passed out in a coma, and Luo Wushuang stood on the periphery of the pavilion wearing a fox fur and holding hot tea. Didn't care at all.

The kiss under the cold lake in a trance, Luo Wushuang frowned slightly. What is the intention of this Hua Yunzheng? Design a shipwreck to kiss yourself? It must not be, there must be more deep meaning.

At this time, the crowd came out with a Li Ye Fu. took out the silver needle he carried with him and pierced it on Hua Yunzheng's acupuncture points. Hua Yunzheng woke up slowly, like a harmless child, looking at the people around him, including Luo Wushuang who was standing outside the court.

Luo Wushuang was not as excited by a kiss as the young girl of Huaichun, but glanced at Hua Yunzheng, who was waking up leisurely, with deep meaning.

This young man is too scheming, seemingly harmless, but his every move is calculating.

Xining six years. January 13th. Spring solstice.

Today, on the last day of Xining's sixth year, the college did not give students a holiday, first, they went back and forth on the road. Second, because the mountain roads are rugged, I am afraid of heavy snow blocking the mountains. Three, three is because the old liar wants to celebrate the New Year with everyone.

Luo Wushuang was wrapped like a ball and was cleaning the courtyard of the Shenji Pavilion, and the old liar said that the New Year had to be done in person to have a taste. Xie Lingyun happily ran towards Luo Wushuang with a prayer post, as for that Hua Yunzheng, he was bedridden after falling into the water that time.

"Brother Luo, Brother Luo is holding a Lantern Festival lantern festival in the academy tonight." Xie Lingyun said with a stagger.

Luo Wushuang turned around and scared Xie Lingyun half to death, and Luo Wushuang showed a pair of eyes all over his body. People who don't know still think that the mountain god has come down the mountain, Luo Wushuang pulled off the otter skin winter hat and said, "Don't go." ”

"Why? It's definitely hilarious. Xie Lingyun was so excited that his face turned red.

"The old liar will ask me to go down the mountain to help the surrounding villages decorate the New Year, and also help the White Deer Academy deliver New Year's goods to the old people and children in those villages." Luo Wushuang was powerful and airless.

"Who's the old liar?" Xie Lingyun was puzzled.

"Ah, what an old liar, it's an old ancestor!" Luo Wushuang corrected with some embarrassment.

"Oh," Xie Lingyun said a little sullenly.

At this time, the bell rang in the direction of the deer platform. Luo Wushuang and Xie Lingyun glanced at each other, the last time the bell rang for Zhulutai was when someone touched the secret of Qingming Pavilion, and what was it this time?

When the two of them arrived at the Zhulu platform, they saw that the imperial master had already stood in the center and said to the students in the audience: "This time the heavy snow continues, and it is estimated that there will be a large-scale famine in the spring of next year." At this time, the students of Bailu Academy should be mainly from all over the world, and the students of Bailu Academy will be sent to various places for disaster relief. ”

"The students are willing to go to disaster relief." A clear voice sounded.

"As worthy of being my Bailu person, this time I will send all the math students to go. I hope that the people of my generation can sympathize with the sufferings of the people and have compassion for the people of the world. The Imperial Master praised.

"This time the relief will be divided into groups of 20 people and will go to the five hardest-hit areas." Ning Fuzi also walked in from the door. (To be continued.) )