The oil lamp in the house was dim, and in the dim light, Qingshan's face was so beautiful that it made people's hearts beat faster. She sat on the edge of the bed, the ropes on her body still untied, her hands tied behind her back, her legs twisted together, the tight rope on her chest destroying her otherwise soft curves, but with a hint of taboo and seductiveness.

When they looked at each other from afar during the day, Bu An was very impressed by her, and she was a little embarrassed to look at her at the moment.

Qingshan's face was plain, but his eyes were extremely determined, staring at Bu An firmly, and he looked even more flustered.

Bu An did not untie the rope, because he was afraid that after she regained her freedom, she would raise her legs and leave—it seemed very likely—that it would be even more difficult to see her again and discuss the business she had planned.

"There are too many people during the day, the environment is too noisy, and the songs you choose may not be to your taste......"

Bu An sat down on the chair with the pipa and explained endlessly.

"It's the dead of night now, and no one is bothering you. I'll play another one, you listen to my tune, is there a future for this way of playing and singing......"

Su Su also moved a bamboo chair and sat down, waiting to listen to the gong play the piano. Qingshan sat on the edge of the bed, and Bu An and Su Su sat in front of her left and right, and they were only a few feet apart.

Bu'an knew that he had not undergone professional training, and it was difficult to control his singing, so the pipa he used to make do with it was a children's piano, and the small piano was weak in size, and it was not easy to listen to when it was far away. That's why I sat so close to Qingshan.

Before going to bed yesterday, he analyzed the reasons for the disadvantage of his teacher, and felt that most of the problems were due to his own selection of songs, and the ancients had limited ability to accept them, so they should play and sing the ancient style.

There is a song that he learned when he first learned to play and sing the guitar, and the chord key is not too difficult, which is exactly the chords he has explored on the small pipa in the past half month.

"If I can't sing well, you can listen to the taste......"

Bu An smiled at Qingshan, then hugged the pipa in his arms, cleared his throat, held the handle firmly with his left hand, and plucked the strings with his right hand a little rusty.

Haruyama really couldn't understand what the hell this storyteller was up to.

The two masters and servants who came to rob people tonight are so strong in cultivation, she doesn't want to say that she has seen and heard of them, and she doesn't even dare to think about it. Since that unruly girl is the lady who has not passed the door of the scholar in front of her, this scholar must not be an ordinary person.

But why did he go to the Mash River to tell a story, and why did he live in such a place, dressed so shabby?

Forget about these, listening to what he just explained, he went to tell a story outside Linglong Fang, and he actually wanted to use the sound of the piano to attract his attention......

And why is he so serious at this moment, playing a very ordinary tune with such strange and clumsy fingering?

Harumayama was surprised, and Bu'an's singing suddenly sounded.

Compared with playing skills, his voice conditions are too much, with a mellow alto that is rare for young people, and a clear treble with a hint of "raw edges", which is neither sweet and melodious in the style of folk songs, nor hoarse and angry in the style of rock, but a natural folk voice.

When the song sounded, Harumayama's previous doubts were unraveled in her heart like a chain of interlocks—at least in her opinion.

Bu'an sang: "You say lovesickness...... To whom. ”

He closed his eyes, shook his head slightly, and sang with a faint trace of sadness, as if pouring out some indescribable emotions, singing about the mood that he usually did not want to speak.

"The bright moon dressing table is slender and slender, who is occasionally broken in the years, it should be a beautiful woman's spring dream, I can't remember, double Emei. ”

"On the smoke waves, when to drink a river of water, and tonight it rains for ten years, I am still there, who do I care. ”

He sang emotionally, as if he was confiding in someone, and in Hariyama's opinion, it was obvious who this "someone" was.

The scholar in front of him has a crush on himself. Qingshan felt that this must be the case, otherwise why would he go to Linglong Fang to tell stories and sing songs, just to make himself laugh, and why would he ask someone to tie himself up here and perform a red face and white face to ease the ...... He had gone to great lengths tonight, and he had just wanted to hear him himself!

Bu An changed a chord, plucked the strings while peeking at Qingshan, and saw that on her always indifferent face, there was a look between surprise and panic, and she was suddenly in a good mood, feeling that she had chosen the right tune this time!

This good sister band's "Acacia for Whom" is about to hit the first shot, helping himself break into a new world in his music career!

As soon as he thought of this, he sang more devotedly, and his singing became more and more graceful.

"A youthful journey is not over, and the thoughts are quiet, and the leaves are colorful, and the frost and snow are urging. Yesterday, the clouds were green and peonies, and the peach blossoms were silent, and the red people did not return. ”

Bu'an played here, his fingers slowed down, glanced at Qingshan again, shook his head and sang:

"Who do you say Acacia bestows...... Who do you say acacia he bestows ......"

He finished singing the song, and coped with a few more notes, which served as an epilogue, and only when the aftermath was completely gone, did he look up and ask with a smile, "How is this song?"

At this time, Su Su, who had always listened with her cheeks up, also looked at Qingshan with a serious face, feeling that she must have been suppressed by Childe's singing, just like those people in the academy who were calmed by Childe's poems before!

"Good. Haruyama seemed to be smiling: "Great...... You ruined my home, hurt my loved ones, and tied me here late at night, just to sing me a song...... It's so good......"

Bu An hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, no, you really misunderstood! I didn't know that crazy girl would tie you up! I think you're here......"

Qingshan didn't intend to listen to his explanation at all, and said lightly: "Since it's a misunderstanding, you can let me go now." ”

"Just go, I didn't say I wouldn't let you go...... You're a musician, so why don't you have any interest in collecting folk music? ”

Bu An muttered while helping Qingshan loosen his ties, and Su Su also hurried up to help when he saw this.

Bu'an lowered her head to untie the rope wrapped around Qingshan's thigh, and motioned for her to lift her ass so that she could wrap the rope around. Qingshan snorted coldly, but did it anyway.

Bu An said while wrapping around the rope: "Destroy your home, hurt your relatives or something...... You didn't say it before, and I don't know. This crazy girl is too much! Your family isn't hurt, is it?"

Qingshan said expressionlessly: "Why do you bother to behave. ”

Bu An felt that although this matter was not done by himself, it was ultimately due to himself, so he smiled bitterly and was ready to pretend to be confused.

Su Su couldn't see that her son-in-law was being accused for no reason, so she suddenly took a step forward and said with a straight face: "Obviously, it was all done by that, why do you blame the son?"

Qingshan didn't argue with her, and waited until Bu'an untied her feet, then glanced at the pipa on the chair and stretched out his hand, "Give it to me." ”

Su Su muttered, "It seems that you can play better than Childe......" as she took the pipa and pushed it to Haruma.

Qingshan took the piano, still sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the pipa vertically on his chest, resting the bottom of the piano on his lap, holding the neck of the piano at will with one hand, and suddenly swinging the strings from the side like a fist with the other hand, and then the five fingers opened one after another, sweeping on the strings like a stack of phantoms!

The sound of the pipa sounded and it was the melody of "Who is Acacia", but no matter the playing speed or fluency, it was far beyond Bu'an's previous playing and singing, but there was no trace of the resentment of lovesickness, but like venting anger!

The sound of this song accumulated strength, and Bu An only felt that the air in the room suddenly became suffocated, as if it was about to set off a storm in the next moment!

But at this moment, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and there was nothing in Qingshan's hand!

The pipa piano has been taken away by Su Su, she dragged the neck of the piano with one hand, protected the piano by her side, and said angrily: "Why are you working so hard?! This piano costs more than two taels of silver! Do you pay for the broken play?!"

(When reading the plot of this chapter, you may wish to search for "Who is Lovesick for Whom" by the Good Sister Band.) I was listening to ^_^ it when I wrote it)