In May, a row of willow trees was planted along the Tsumi River on Zijing Street, and in summer, the sound of cicadas on the trees became a piece.

Qingshan walked on the bustling streets lit up in the evening, and the chirping of cicadas drowned out by the noisy voices of people on the street sounded unusually clear to her, inevitably monotonous, but full of vitality.

From the first day she learned to play the piano as a child, she was taught to be calm, even in the downtown area, to be careful to understand, to capture the most subtle sounds of nature, and to understand the essence of music.

She's been able to do this easily since she was a child, but lately, it's been a bit hard to calm down.

Across the street, surrounded by the crowd, there was a Jianghu man who practiced boxing and feet, and there were other crafts selling not far away, but there was no scholar, Qingshan retracted his eyes, opened the lock, pushed the door, and then turned back to close the door when he entered the house.

The shouting, cheering, and laughter of the streets, along with the chirping of cicadas, were held back by the heavy wooden gates, and silence fell in all directions.

"Did you find it?" was Shadow Bo's voice.

"I said I moved away. Qingshan shook his head slightly, walked through the front hall, walked into the courtyard, fetched water, and then applied the cold well water to his face.

Those two days...... It shouldn't be delayed. Qingshan wanted to cry a little, maybe he had already cried, but the tears were mixed into the well water and he couldn't tell the difference.

"Where did you move?" asked Shadowber.

"It was said that they were in a hurry, and a large group of people came back from the countryside, picked up their things and left, leaving Yuezhou...... He had a foreign accent. Haruyama's hand stained with well water was still on his face. I came back, but I still missed it, which is the most regrettable.

"Doesn't Miss never forget when you listen to it? ”

Qingshan slowly squatted down, curled up, and his voice seemed to be a little choked: "That song is different...... There are a few notes that I haven't heard and can't remember. The first two songs he sang can't be found in the ancient scores, and it's the same when I think it's the same. ”

In the corner of the courtyard, Ying Bo let out a long sigh: "Misfortune and fortune depend on each other, and if you avoid it, you can't stand it...... Miss, this is cause and effect. ”

Qingshan's body shook slightly, she knew what Ying Bo meant, she thought that night she would die nine times, and she came back safe and sound the next morning, so she avoided this disaster.

Kagebo didn't know what was going on, but Haruyama felt that he had just said it: if he had stayed with the scholar that night instead of deciding to leave, this would not have been the result.

Is this cause and effect?

The scholar has a heavenly understanding in the rhythm of music, not in the five tones, but there is no dissonance, and he is harmonious, but his piano skills are so clumsy.

He obviously whispered to himself, indescribable lovesickness, and in a blink of an eye, it seemed that there was no such thing, and then he disappeared with a glance.

...... Could it be that he was tempting?

Want to get away with it?

Keep somebody at arm's length?

Qingshan was a little flustered, but there was a vague hint of joy. Because if he guesses correctly, if this is the case, then he will come back if he does not achieve his goal.

Standing up slowly and wiping his face, Qingshan said in a tone as calm as possible: "Yingbo, the cause of today, the fruit of the coming day, I understand." ”

After she said this, she walked up to the second floor and sat down in front of the piano. The next day is the Lanting Summer Gathering.

"Peace of mind. She whispered to herself.

The slender jade hand brushed the strings, and the sound of the piano was still beautiful, but the scholar's voice seemed to be faintly ringing in his ears......

Cause and effect, do you really understand? Why can't you let go?

"Calm down, ......"

Sit upright, close your eyes, let out a long breath, and empty all distractions.

But the scholar's voice was still in my ears......

In the calm, Harumiyama stood up abruptly and pushed open the window door with all his might......

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"The way of heaven! If you lose more than you lose, you will make up for what you lack! There is a way, if the way of heaven closes a door for you, it will open a window for you!"

"It's a person who has a crippled body, and he has many abilities! Today's story is about such a strange person! This book says: Listen to Feng Shui!"

Bu An sent Deng Xiaoxian to find someone to spread the word to Gongsun Pang, and he took Su Su out to resume his old business.

One hundred and ten taels of silver has been almost spent, he has a sense of crisis, and he has to find ways to make money, which is secondary, and more importantly, it is to advertise the third division of ghost hunting.

For example, today, he is going to change a good end of a "Listener to the Wind" to "Listener to Feng Shui", which is difficult and challenging, but on the way back to the city, he began to do his homework and bluff this group of listeners whose spare time life is extremely boring, and it is not a big problem.

Besides, with the story of the unlucky monk and the three monsters at the bottom, he still has some appeal among the idlers on this street.

At present, it has just started speaking, and it has gathered a lot of popularity. Just as he was talking energetically, the crowd suddenly became chaotic.

And who is drunk and troublesome? Bu An encountered this situation when he talked about his journey to the west, and he often saw drunk people who came out of the wine shop in the evening, but fortunately, he was bombed away by the angry crowd every time.

He stopped, waved his hand and shouted, "Boom away, boom away......!" How are you?"

It was really Qingshan who finally pushed aside the crowd and walked in, with a strange expression, as if he was angry, holding back, and his face was very red.

Bu An scratched his head and said, "Is there anything wrong with me?" Since he was angry with Qingshan and knew that the song he sang was of little value, he thought that he had nothing to do with this girl anymore.

Su Su saw that the person who came was her, remembered the bag of copper coins that had been taken away, and shouted with a crossed waist: "Didn't I give you money?

Qingshan has been practicing music since he was a child, and at the age of fifteen, he began to try to compose repertoire independently, and since then he has always been held in the palm of his hand by the practitioners of Yuezhou as a treasure.

There were no cultivators among the listeners, so naturally no one knew Mr. Haruyama's name, and when he saw the beautiful woman walking in front of the storyteller, she made a lot of noise.

"Scholar, this is your lady!"

"The little lady came out and shouted to the little minister to go home!

"I'll just let your father-in-law talk about it for a while! I'll go back and fight with you after I'm done!"

Bu An thought that he could not extinguish the enthusiasm of the masses for gossip, shook his head and took another step in front of Qingshan, only a foot away, and asked again in a good voice: "What is the matter with me?"

Qingshan lowered his head and whispered like a mosquito: "Childe...... Borrow a step to speak. ”

This time it doesn't look like it's going to be a slap in the face.

Bu An smiled, turned back to Su Su and said, "Look at the good things, I'll be back in a while!"

He followed Haruman out of the blink of an eye from listening to the story to watching the lively crowd, walked into the quiet house across the street, looked around very restrainedly, and said curiously, "You used to live here...... It's not any damage. Seventeen said you raised a ghost, is it really fake?"

Qingshan closed the door tightly, stood facing the wall as if he had thought about it, suppressed the fear and joy in his heart, and then turned around and made a woman's blessing salute, and said with his eyebrows lowered: "Childe Shenlong sees the head but does not see the tail......"

Bu An secretly pondered when he came over with her, and when he heard this compliment, he decided that she had finally discovered her "musical talent", and said calmly: "The girl is polite, please tell me if you have something." ”

Qingshan raised his head slightly, and a pair of eyes as clear as a deep pool looked at Bu'an: "The lyrics and songs of that night...... Did Childe do it?"

How did Bu An know that she had secretly listened to the song "Wukong", and she was talking about "Who is Acacia For".

"Good sister......" he blurted out, only to realize that the name was not quite right, and after a pause, he added softly: "...... Band. ”

This supplement appears weak and pale, dispensable.

In the darkness in the corner of the courtyard, Rao had seen a lot of old ghosts in the world, and he felt that he had never seen such a brazen person: he had molested the young lady not long after he came in!

The courage that Haruma had managed to accumulate seemed to have been discharged, and he slowly lowered his head, even his white neck faintly reddened.