Fortunately! Fortunately! The chengguan didn't catch their mother and son!

The city management is fiercer than the demons and monsters! I have a nightmare, and what I dreamed of was not a demon or a monster, but a city manager! The chengguan is really terrifying, just look at the news and pictures on the Internet, it is scary enough.

I can't help but sigh: Cry, call for violence! The harsh government is fiercer than the tiger! The city management is fierce, fiercer than the demon! It is the country that is destroyed by harsh government! The city management destroys people's ** and souls!

So, the emotion is surging like a tide!

Just as Feng Feifei continued to fall into the reminiscence of the past, bursts of clear and ethereal Xun sounds came into her ears, like a heavenly sound, melodious and floating in the heavens and the earth. The sound of Xun is so pure, and the sound of Xun is so clean.

The wisps slowly invaded the spiritual consciousness, cleansed the sea of spiritual consciousness, moistened the heart and spleen, and made people involuntarily intoxicated and obsessed......

Feng Feifei and Xin'er couldn't help but glance at each other tacitly, as if they had a heart, without any words, they all agreed, and followed the source of Xunsheng.

The sound of Xun began to be extraordinarily soft and clear, and then gradually became simple and mellow, low and tragic, implying a faint sadness and sadness.

Feng Feifei couldn't help but stop, she counted in her heart: long sound, air tremor, finger tremor, lip tremor, vibrato, glissando, spit, hit, air hit, cyclic ventilation, double spitting cyclic ventilation, virtual blowing......

Hey? How strange! In her previous life, she could play the guzheng, pipa, piano, and flute, because the dean's mother was versatile, and when she saw that she had some talent for music and dance, she taught her and found many teachers to teach her. However, she only knows the instrument Xun, and she doesn't know how to play, how can she understand some of the blowing skills of this Xun?

It's so weird! Could it be that this is the memory of the original Feng Feifei?

The voice became more and more mournful and sorrowful. It makes people wash away, reminisce about distant dreams that have passed away for a long time, and turn back in the beautiful and melancholy historical picture scroll for thousands of years.

In a trance. A man strokes the piano elegantly, and a woman dances and sings with a skirt......

I don't know how long it took, but the sound of Xun still lingered in my ears. But Feng Feifei seemed to be stupid, and read softly alone:

Reminiscing about the past of the Rolling Stones,

Laughter on the ethereal cliff.

The star crystal has not opened the purple palace sky,

Also soothe the sound and wait for the king's return!

She read it over and over again! He didn't seem to notice anything unusual about himself. At the same time, a crystal clear teardrop. Slowly slid down her delicate fair face.

Xin'er quickly reached out to catch the teardrop that still had a trace of warmth, and she asked in surprise, "Miss Lin, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Miss Lin, what's wrong with you? Speak! Xin'er asked again with concern.

Feng Feifei seemed to suddenly wake up.

"yes, what's wrong with me?" Feng Feifei herself felt very dazed, "Why did I cry?" She was also puzzled.

Xin'er asked again, "Miss Lin, do you have anything on your mind?" ”

"No! I just listened to it, as if I was recalling a poignant story, and the heroine of this story was certainly not me, but. But I watched from the sidelines, and the heroine Qingse was sadly chanting a broken poem, and I heard it, and read it aloud. ”

"Reminiscing about the past of the rolling stones, I heard laughter on the ethereal cliff. Xingjing has not opened the purple palace sky, and he is still waiting for the king's return! Feng Feifei curiously read the verse again, "Hehe...... Come to think of it! This must be the story of Xuan Ji and Bu Yao. This story takes place on the Ethereal Cliff! A man and a woman played a game of Rolling Stone together and had a great time! The purple-toned Buyao Palace is still empty, and the Qingyin is the guqin, and Xuanji doesn't know what's going on. Bu Yao was waiting for Xuanji's return on the Ethereal Cliff! ”

After hearing this, a different color flashed in Xin'er's eyes, and she said, "What a poignant love story!" ”

"Yes! I've seen that Xuanji! He is a man as elegant as the wind and as gentle as jade! He was about thirty years old, and he had an extremely bright face. The eyes are deep and profound, reminiscent of the quiet and pure of the mysterious ice and snow world of Mount Everest, which is covered with snow all year round. Feng Feifei said as she recalled Xuanji's face.

"Mount Everest? Miss Lin, where are the peaks you are talking about? What a strange name! Xin'er wasn't interested in the man named Xuanji. They are all half-old men, where are they worthy of the boss Yuan Gongzi and Mingxuan Gongzi, hey, I almost have to say the name of Mingxuan Gongzi, this secret must not be exposed, Xin'er was secretly vigilant in her heart, but this mountain peak aroused her curiosity.

"That's the highest place in the world!" Feng Feifei said proudly.

"The highest place in the world? Isn't it in the country of witches? The Xuannu Peak on the Witch Country Emei Mountain is the highest! Xin'er said in surprise.

"Shrine Maiden Country? Xin'er, do you know the Witch Country too? Mount Emei? Oooh...... Isn't it, Emei Mountain? Xuannu Peak? Xin'er, you're familiar with the Shrine Maiden Kingdom! Have you ever been to the Shrine Maiden Country? Feng Feifei asked curiously.

"Nope! I haven't been to the Shrine Maiden Country! The country of witches is far away and mysterious, I've only heard of it! Xin'er explained calmly, but there was a slight drift in the depths of her eyes.

The second woman said, and walked to the stall that sold all kinds of musical instruments, the seller of musical instruments was a young man, very ordinary-looking, was concentrating on playing Xun, he played Xun very skillfully, but also played very emotionally, perhaps, is also a person with a story.

Feng Feifei glanced at the man who was playing the horn, and then took a closer look at the musical instruments, including the flute, flute, bell, chime, gourd silk, erhu, zhongruan, and horse-head qin......

Xun, there are many kinds, and Fei Fei is a little dazzled by the wind she sees.

There are mostly pottery xun, but there are also a small number of stone, bone, jade and wooden, and there are many shapes, such as oblate circle, oval, spherical, fish-shaped and pear-shaped, among which the pear shape is the most. There are also many types, most of them are oval-shaped Xun, and there are many types such as Hulu Xun, Grip Xun, Mandarin Duck Xun, Zimu Xun, Niu Tou Xun, and Pen Holder Xun.

Feng Feifei casually picked up a lady Xun, which was designed with the theme of the image of ancient ladies, showing grace and generosity. I can't help but think of the falling leaves, and the mournful, sad ancient Xun song, the lead is washed, people unconsciously recall the distant dream, turn back in the millennium of beautiful and melancholy historical picture, between the booze, the hairpin lady's skirt is curling, dancing and singing......

Look at the sound holes, there are three sound holes, there are five sound holes, there are six sound holes, and there are many ten sound holes. (To be continued.) )