Unconsciously, the name of the first son spread among everyone.

It wasn't until more and more people came to him to talk about piano and art that Song Yan felt that this seemed to be a troublesome thing. But Song Yan still didn't care too much, and did everything as before, casually.

Finally, the first son's arrogance spread all over the country, but at this moment, hearing everyone pointing at him, Song Yan still didn't pay much attention to it.

Until later, many people said that the first son, Song Yan, did not have real talent and learning, and all the credit was because of that good piano, the first piano in the world.

No one knows the origin of the killer, as if no one knows who Song Yan is.

A total of nine hundred and eighty-one knives fell on the first son, Song Yan. No one could have imagined that in such a tragic situation, Song Yan would protect the guqin so well without the slightest damage.

At that time, Song Yan's soul left his body, frightening a large group of people in Kunlun Mountain.

The Kunlun Mountain Lord and his beloved wife were very distressed, and they no longer thought about the peach blossom calamity, and hurriedly ordered someone to lead Song Yan's soul back to his body and bring him back to Kunlun Xu.

Looking at the wounds all over his body, Mrs. Kunlun was extremely distressed, and cried vigorously, obviously she didn't meet the Peach Blossom Tribulation, how did she get like this.

However, Song Yan, who had recovered his memory at this moment, did not say anything, just pursed his lips, as if he was thinking about something.

Fragment two

Listening to the piercing screams around him, Song Yan did not stop, and walked forward hurriedly, until he reached the head of the bridge, and looked at the man who had not had time to drink Meng Po soup and breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Yan remembered this man, he was seriously injured that day and couldn't take care of the guqin, but he didn't want the guqin to fall into the hands of someone with a heart, so at the last moment, he entrusted his beloved guqin, which already had a trace of extremely faint spiritual thoughts, to a passer-by who happened to meet, and then led the killer away alone.

"Childe, please stay." opened his mouth, and Song Yan stopped the man.

Although the man's face at this moment is much older than when he entrusted the guqin to him, Song Yan is sure that this person is the person he entrusted the guqin to in the first place.

After inquiring about the last place of the guqin, Song Yan didn't stop long, said thank you, and turned around and ran towards the world.

He couldn't wait, not for a moment. He misses his guqin, and misses the vague traction in the guqin. He believed that soon, soon she would be able to cultivate into a human form, and then stay with him all the time.

It's not that he hasn't heard about the peach blossom tribulation in his fate, it's just that Song Yan doesn't think it's a calamity, on the contrary, Song Yan feels that it belongs to him, a fateful fate.

Moreover, he hoped that the one he was destined for was none other than Guqin.

Thinking of her, for a moment, he felt that she was the only one left in the world.

It didn't take much effort for him to find her, but he couldn't get her as easily as he had before.

Because at this moment, the guqin is no longer the broken qin that was discarded in the mountain stream at will, but the first qin in the world, the first qin in the world that everyone is longing for.

That day, he defeated everyone with a peerless voice, came to her, gently held her in his arms, and played the song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" in front of the world.

That time, he became the first son again. No one said that he had no real talent and learning, and only relied on the world's first piano to become famous all over the world.

At that time, the world said that in the whole world, there was only the first son who could match the first piano in the world.

It's just that among these thousands of people, there is only one person missing, and he is also the only person Song Yan cares about.

Yes, when Song Yan found the guqin, she already had her own consciousness.

She told Song Yan. She said her name was Fang Qing. She said that the name was chosen for her by her owner.

Song Yan knew that the master in her mouth was that man, the man he entrusted the guqin to in the first place. Seeing Fang Qing's intact appearance, Song Yan was grateful, grateful that the man did not see Fang Qing as a monster, but named Fang Qing and took good care of her until she died.

It's just that this gratitude has become an indelible pain in Li Songyan's heart in the days to come. Because that person took advantage of his absence to quietly steal Fang Qing's heart. The heart of the girl he loved most in his life.

Fang Qing would talk to Song Yan every day, telling him the story of her and her former master.

Song Yan just listened quietly, listening to her count the past without him accompanying her one by one. In fact, his heart would also hurt, and he didn't want to hear her reminiscing about another man with an affectionate face. But looking at the sad look on her face, he couldn't bear to disturb her.

Every time, he silently told himself in his heart that it was okay, the man was no longer there, and he would always be with her in the future. One day, she will forget about men. One day, she discovers that she truly cares about her.

She said that she had traveled to Jiangnan with a man before, so he took her to Jiangnan again.

She said that in the past, when the man was on the road, he used to prepare homemade pancakes in his baggage as dry food, so he also learned how to make pancakes from the pancake seller, and since then he has often made his own pancakes and ate them when he was on the way.

She said that she used to sell calligraphy and paintings on the street with men for a living, and he started painting and then selling paintings in crowded markets.

She said...... He ......

Later, she said to him: "Song Yan, you are a good person, thank you." ”

Song Yan looked at her floating above the guqin and said, "It's good if you're happy." ”

She said, "Song Yan, you know, don't do this. ”

He said, "Qing'er, I like you. ”

She was silent.

He said, "Qing'er, give me a chance, okay." ”

She shook her head: "Song Yan, you know, I already have someone in my heart." ”

He was lonely, smiling reluctantly, but he couldn't hide his bitterness: "It's okay, just tell me what you like, I'll take you there, and one day you will like me." “

She watched him stop talking, and finally turned into a cloud of smoke and sank back into the guqin.

Flowers are like flowers, the years are like songs, slow like home, like dreams and illusions. Many people spend their lives only meeting the dream person in the years for the most prosperous moments. It's a pity that the most prosperous moment is the moment of encounter, and the most prosperous moment is also the moment of farewell.

Since then, Fang Qing rarely took the initiative to talk to Song Yan, and most of the time it was Song Yan who was talking.

Song Yan said: "Qing'er, when I passed by the market today, I saw a couple picking up rouge gouache in front of the stall. With that, Song Yan took out the rouge in his hand, and then continued: "Qing'er, you see that I bought it for you, do you like it?" ”

The guqin remained motionless, like a dead thing without the slightest aura. But Song Yan didn't seem to see it at all, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and said while putting the rouge into the baggage: "Qing'er, if you are tired, rest for a while, you don't have to come out, I will keep the rouge for you first, and ask me to get it if you want it another day." ”

Passing by the bustling hillside, Song Yan would also stop to sit for a while, put the guqin in front of him, and said, "Qing'er, you see that the scenery here is really beautiful, will you like it?" ”

What answered Song Yan was Fang Qing's silence as always.

Until one day, when Song Yan told Fang Qing what he saw and interesting things to Fang Qing as usual, Fang Qing came out of the guqin, and his body was not very condensed floating above the guqin, looking different kinds of softness, as if it would disperse as soon as the wind blew.

It's just that Fang Qing's words weren't as weak as her appearance at all, she said, "Song Yan, have you made enough trouble!" ”

Song Yan's heart, which was still excited just now, instantly cooled down again, looked at Fang Qing, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, am I too noisy to disturb your rest?" ”

Fang Qing just stared at Song Yan and didn't speak.

From then on, Fang Qing continued to get angry from Song Yan a few times. But Song Yan didn't seem to hear it, and told her what he saw and heard on the road as always.

Until one day later, Fang Qing did not hesitate to force her life, and Song Yan was gloomy and promised that she would never bother her again in the future.

It's just that those who pay attention to Song Yan will find out. Whenever he went to an interesting place, he would put the guqin in his arms in front of him and stop quietly for a while.

Every time he meets something that a girl likes, Song Yan will stop and pick the best one to buy.

The next change in the relationship between the two came after a long time.

That day was Fang Qing's first tribulation.

It was Song Yan who had been guarding her and protecting her from any harm. On the contrary, it was Song Yan, covered in injuries, lying motionless on the ground, as if he was dead.

At that time, Fang Qing's heart was complicated, but it was only complicated. What pushed Fang Qing to accept Song Yan was the next thing.

At that time, they had not yet recovered from the damage caused by the Heavenly Tribulation, and they met three monks.

Fang Qing didn't know who those three people were, but she could see that those three people had bad intentions towards them. Or rather, coveting them.

As for what they coveted, after confronting each other face-to-face, Fang Qing faintly understood that those people not only wanted to rob themselves as treasures, but also wanted to eat Song Yan to improve their cultivation.

That was the first time Fang Qing was scared in her life, but Song Yan told her, "Don't be afraid, Qing'er, it'll be fine." ”

Later, I watched Song Yan hide her in the mountain stream in order to protect her, and led the three monks away alone. At that moment, Fang Qing's heart panicked.

By the time she tried her best to break free from her body and come to him, the three monks were gone. And he was lying on the ground dying, as if he would stop breathing in the next moment and disappear into this world forever.

It was the first time, and she tried her best to rummage through the mountains and wilderness just to find an elixir that would cure him.

Simply, God was on their side, and in the last days of her life, she found the elixir and pulled him back from the ghost gate.

Later, she and he began a quiet and beautiful secluded life only in the playbook.