Dart Master Yunlu was not very surprised to see Li Congwu here, but looked at Bai Linyuan curiously, as if he didn't understand how the two of them could sit together, and said with a smile: "Congwu is also here, I heard you say before that there is an elder who settled here, and the huqin plays very well, so I guessed if it was Mr. Qi. ”

After Li Congwu finished greeting him, he realized that his identity had been exposed, and looked at Wen Sheng weakly.

Wen Sheng didn't notice his small action, her eyes fell on the old man surnamed Qi, compared to the enthusiasm of Yun Lu's expression, the expression on this surname Qi's face was faint, and she didn't even raise her eyelids when she heard the word old man, and she didn't have the excitement of seeing an old friend in a foreign land.

He hugged the huqin in his arms and bowed to Bai Linyuan: "The housekeeper said that a few people want to listen to the little old man play a section alone, I don't know what kind of repertoire they want to hear?" Among the people present, Bai Linyuan was the best dressed, and he was richer than the others at a glance, so the old man asked him to take an idea.

Bai Linyuan's eyes lifted away from the painting, and he didn't see Wen Sheng, who invited him, to speak, so he had to say, "What are you good at?" Let's take a while. ”

Yun Lu smiled and sneered, but the person refused to leave, pulled a chair from the side, and sat down next to Li Congwu.

The old man surnamed Qi respectfully said "yes", sat down in a proper manner, straightened his back, leaned forward with his shoulders and moved with momentum, only a posture of starting his hand was like holding the moon and the wind, and the bow of the left hand and the right hand were integrated, and at a glance he was an old pianist who had been immersed in the old pianist for many years.

He gently closed his eyes and played a song of the famous "Bo Xing".

At first, there was a lot of laughter and noise in the shop, but soon it fell silent, and only the sound of the piano echoed like water.

This piece of music was more lingering and emotional than what he heard that day, and Wen Sheng quickly immersed himself in it, holding the tea cup in one hand and forgetting to put it to his lips.

And Bai Linyuan was also greatly affected, his attention had completely left the painting in his hand, staring at the void in a daze, his eyes were confused, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

There is a legend about "Bo Xing": a long time ago, there was a young man named Meng Sheng who was obsessed with playing the piano and vowed to become the most famous violinist in the world.

Who would have thought that young people like him abound in the capital, and it is so simple to be famous, when there is no money to eat, Meng Sheng can only sleep in the open and sell the cotton clothes made by his wife to barely support it.

After a few more years, he finally had a reputation in the capital, and was ready to take his wife from the countryside, only to know that the gentle woman had already died of illness, and she still remembered him when she died, so desolate.

Meng Sheng was deeply shocked and regretted that he had not done it at the beginning, he played this song "Bo Xing", and everyone who heard this song was in tears, he achieved his dream when he was young and became the most famous pianist in the world, but this was no longer what he wanted.

It was the first time Wen Sheng had listened to this song, and when the old man surnamed Qi finished playing, she was shocked to feel a little cold on her face.

Meng Sheng's deep sorrow in the music unconsciously evoked many memories for her, as well as the loneliness and resentment of having to live in this world.

She closed her eyes and calmed down for a moment, and asked Bai Linyuan, "How do you feel?" ”

Bai Linyuan had already come back to his senses, thought about the wording seriously, and replied: "It's very moving, it sounds like a poignant feeling." ”

Lin Bo heard the strings and knew it, and hurried over to give the reward. His young master has an indifferent temperament, and he has not paid attention to anything except painting since he was a child. It's really rare for him to be able to comment on such a sentence.

At this time, there were sporadic cheers in the old store of the Chen family, and the old man surnamed Qi received the reward, I don't know if these guests had any other instructions, so they sat and didn't move.

Wen Sheng continued Bai Lin's words from afar: "Yes, poignant. Do you have an urge to paint this poignant feeling? ”

Bai Linyuan was stunned, he had never painted purely according to his imagination. But he was not at all sluggish in the things he cared about, and he understood almost instantly: the other party was pointing him out, in a way he had never experienced before, and he had this idea since he invited him to the Chen family's old store yesterday.

He was excited, and he was a little eager to try.

Wen Sheng smiled, nodded and called the man, asking him to help prepare a quiet room, Li Congwu, Lin Bo and others stayed, and she and Bai Linyuan changed to the quiet room to paint.

Bai Linyuan admired Wen Sheng's finishing touch on appreciating the chrysanthemum autumn scene, and took the initiative to grind the ink while saying: "I have an idea, this time you and I will cooperate again, and ask me to appreciate your real ability." ”

Wen Sheng would never refuse his kindness, and said with a smile: "Okay, you come first, it feels fleeting, and you will forget it after a long time." ”

Bai Linyuan knew that his level was not half a star worse than the other party, so he nodded immediately, put the polished ink aside, and took a deep breath with the pen first.

Wen Sheng laid out the paper, and Bai Linyuan buried his head in drawing the mountains in the distance, which was completely handy, but he saw that the mountains were layered on top of each other, and the foot of the mountain seemed to be hidden in the mist, and the only place where the heavy ink rendering was the distant mountains, which looked quite lonely and arrogant.

After a while, he finished drawing all of this, and then said a little embarrassedly: "I forgot to discuss with you before, what do you want to draw nearby?" ”

This was the first time Wen Sheng had seen such a willful thing in Bai Linyuan's paintings, and he was reluctant to ask him to give up halfway, so he encouraged at the moment: "You just paint." ”

Bai Linyuan was on the rise, and immediately went to carefully outline the huts and distant bridges at the foot of the mountain, and a few bamboo trees on both sides of the river swayed gently with the wind, sparse and deserted.

By this time, Bai Linyuan had unconsciously completed two-thirds of the painting, only the bottom section was still empty, he reluctantly handed the pen to Wen Sheng, looked at it again, and said, "What do you think you want to draw again?" ”

Wen Sheng asked him, "What do you say?" ”

Bai Linyuan couldn't make up his mind, he rarely departed from the real thing and only painted on his imagination, but most of this painting was better than any of his previous paintings, and he wanted to finish painting it himself, and ask his father to take it to Mr. Shouyang's master to see if he was a piece of rotten wood.

Wen Sheng didn't know what he thought, seeing that he was silent, he smiled, dipped his pen in ink, and added a rock in the lower right corner of the painting that reached into the stream, on the stone were a few peach blossoms, and the breeze in the painting scroll soon blew from the bamboo forest in the distance, and a little peach blossom flew down, floating in the air, in the stream......

Bai Linyuan was looking sideways, and suddenly heard Lin Bo outside the door whispering: "Young master! ”

Bai Linyuan frowned, he was afraid that someone would disturb him when he was painting, but Lin Bo followed and said, "Young Master, something happened!" ”

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