There were bursts of beautiful guzheng on the second floor, the sound was tactful and touching, the manager listened carefully, although he didn't hear what the song was, but he, an outsider, also felt that he played it well.

It seems that the students of the film and television school are really versatile.

Jian Dandan looked at Chen Yingxue playing the piano, quiet and gentle, so temperamental.

She, a heartless person, thinks that Chen Yingxue is really beautiful and eye-catching.

While watching her play, he whispered to her: "My name is Jian Dandan, what about you?" ”

Chen Yingxue looked at her, her hand was still on the strings, familiar plucking, "Chen Yingxue." ”

Jian Dandan said to herself: "Are you a student of the Film and Television Academy?" ”

Chen Yingxue was still familiar with this piano, but she also heard the simple words clearly, but she didn't understand it, so she shook her head and didn't speak.

This zither is almost carved, and it is different from the one I usually use.

There are thirteen strings of the zither that I commonly use, but this one has twenty-one.

According to what I thought in my heart, I tried the tunes I was familiar with, but fortunately, they were similar.

After a while, the manager came up, explained, and asked Chen Yingxue to pick a song she was familiar with, but fortunately, the guest did not name which song to listen to.

Jian Dandan had other work to do, and when he left, he took Chen Yingxue's hand and said, "Someone chartered the venue this morning, and I will have a half-day holiday in the afternoon." When it's over, don't go, wait for me. ”

Although Chen Yingxue didn't know what was going on, she nodded, looking at her eyes, which really warmed her heart.

For the sake of quiet, the manager dismissed many employees.

In the whole hall, there are two people at the door, on the second floor, Chen Yingxue is at the corner, and there are two tea masters waiting on the side.

The manager was always waiting at the door.

It was almost eleven o'clock, and finally the distinguished guests here were ushered in.

Zheng Beiqi asked Professor Zhang to drink tea at the Cloud Tea House today, and if Professor Zhang agrees to be a consultant for this project, it will undoubtedly make this project go to the next level.

Professor Zhang, it's not something that you can get lightly.

Fortunately, the cloud was opened by Lan Xin, and she has always admired Zheng Beiqi, and it is convenient to charter the venue.

Moreover, Professor Zhang also likes to drink tea on weekdays.

Zheng Beiqi came to the cloud in advance and waited for Professor Zhang.

When I entered the door, I heard an elegant sound of the piano, and looking at the antique environment, I suddenly felt that I had a lot of troubles to let go, and it was really a good place.

I went straight up to the second floor and sat by the window.

Soon, the tea master came over and brewed the tea carefully.

Zheng Beiqi didn't have much interest in tea, and this time he came just to follow Professor Zhang's preferences and make an appointment here.

Tea, in his eyes, is far less practical than coffee.

Professor Zhang arrived as promised, and the manager personally took it to the second floor and guarded the door.

The two of them exchanged pleasantries for a while, and Zheng Beiqi said his intention directly.

Professor Zhang sipped kung fu tea and did not clarify his attitude.

In his opinion, he is old and time-polished, and he no longer has the courage of his youth, and he doesn't want to work hard all his life, and he is still busy in his old age.

Spending his old age easily is what he wants now.

Looking at Professor Zhang's indifferent appearance, Zheng Beiqi thought that maybe he couldn't impress this respected professor once.

It's not good to be too anxious.

So, pull the conversation away and make small talk.

When he looked at Professor Zhang again, he seemed to be listening attentively to the tune.

For a moment, he also sounded quietly.

The feeling of turning back to the peak, this is Zheng Beiqi's definition of this piece for the first time.

I never thought that I would hear the feeling in the song one day.

Professor Zhang considers himself to be a researcher of Chinese history.

But from this song, it seems to hear the tracing of history.

After the song was finished, still intoxicated, Zheng Beiqi walked out and waved at the manager, the manager stepped forward gently, listened to Zheng Beiqi whispered something, and nodded again and again.

It just so happened that the mobile phone rang, and I answered the phone, and I didn't want to be disturbed by the sound of the guzheng, so I went downstairs to answer the phone.

After a while, two people came in carrying a kite, and Chen Yingxue followed.

After setting up the kite, Chen Yingxue played a sad tune, just like her mood at the moment.

Professor Zhang watched Chen Yingxue play intently, and wanted to speak, but he didn't know how to ask, what to ask?

It's just a faint sentimentality, which flows out inadvertently.

After listening to this song, I asked about the name of the song, and Chen Yingxue said the name of the song, "Farewell to Linjun", and did not say the source of the song.

Professor Zhang thought about it carefully, feeling that he had never heard of it.

Before the Ming and Qing dynasties, the Zheng score was destroyed, and there is very little left.

And the tactful sentimentality of this girl's playing, which always comes from the middle strings, especially the top high register, has never been used, and it is not like the modern style.

Doubts, at this moment, loom in the face.

Professor Zhang said to Chen Yingxue: "The girl is willing to have a cup of tea with me, an old man." ”