- Maybe what you're saying is a possibility.

For Ruan Luo's analysis, Wang Chi only responded very simply, and then he lowered his head and continued to eat wontons slowly and methodically. Obviously, the topic at the dinner table came to a side that he didn't want to talk about. Even so, Ruan Luo was also interested in not continuing to say anything.

At this moment, a singing voice came from far and near at the door of the wonton restaurant. The singing is a girl who is about twenty-eight years old, although the singing voice is a little stiff in terms of technique, not as good as the famous actors in the big opera troupe, but the eye-catching part of this singing voice is in the girl's crisp voice like spring water. The singing style that has not been shaped by too many techniques is sometimes touching because of its simplicity.

In the girl's singing, there is only one three-stringed piano note as a backdrop, and the fingering of the person who plucks the strings is too simple, only three or two fingers are plucked at the corners of a few syllables. As far as the girl's singing voice is concerned, the purpose of the violinist does not seem to be to make the singing more gorgeous, but only to serve as a guide for the novice singer.

The not-so-elaborate singing voice with obviously not very enthusiastic strings makes people feel that this pair of wandering singers are either noble-born but forced to perform on the streets because of the collapse of their families, or they have been poor for a long time and lack the strength to support this seemingly light but actually tiring work.

But it is such a singing skill and chord sound that can attract the attention of Wang Chi, who has listened to countless court music in the wonton hall, and his gaze moved out of the door and stopped for a long time before retracting.

The reason why such a rough piece of music would attract his attention was mainly because the familiar tune hooked a wisp of memory out of the depths of his mind. His thoughts flew out the door with the fragments of memories that seemed to have become distant by the dust of time.

Uncle? Ruan Luo watched something strange and called softly.

Wang Chi's eyebrows moved, but it wasn't until he saw an old man and a young man walking slowly past the door, not on the other side of the door, that he withdrew his gaze and said, "What's the matter?"

Ruan Luo hesitated for a moment, and said in a different way: What do you think of the singing outside the door just now?

Not so good. Although Wang Chi's evaluation was unpleasant, there was no expression on his face that he was unhappy because of his hearing. On the contrary, it seemed to remember something wonderful, and he smiled slightly, but the tone was very familiar.

Ruan Luo became curious.

The tune that can make Wang Chi feel familiar, even if it is not composed by the orchestra resident in the palace, it must be the work of that famous musician, and it has been played in the palace occasionally, so that Wang Chi will have a memory. It's just the way of the two traveling artists who played and sang just now to sell their art and beg for a living. Obviously singing wherever you go. And although this kind of music artist can play and sing, most of them have superficial skills, and it is difficult to form a fixed faction.

If you are a city resident who often eats and drinks in restaurants outside your home, you will encounter two or three groups of such artists every day, but Wang Chi is busy with state affairs every day, how can he have so much leisure time to swim outside the palace, and how can he have an impression of these two wandering artists who are not in the same style?

Do you remember your Aunt Ye? Wang Chi spoke. There was a hint of amazement pressed under her eyebrows, in the past in the Northland, she occasionally sang some small songs, this is the tune...... Perhaps it can't be called a tune, even she herself often commented on it...... It's called 'out of tune', and it's also called 'out of tune'.

Out of tune? Wang Chi's words made a somewhat hazy figure gradually appear in Ruan Luo's memory.

We hadn't even come back when you last saw her, and you were about four or five years old at the time, so you probably don't remember much of what she looked like, right? Wang Chi paused slightly when he said this. Before Ruan Luo could respond, he himself opened his mouth and slowly continued: When she was upset before, she would sing this, saying that she would sing wherever she wanted, so there was no score and no tune, and she forgot about it after singing, and then even forgot about those marginal troubles.

Aunt Ye's appearance, the younger generation really can't remember it very clearly now. Ruan Luo struggled for a moment. In the end, there was no way to make the shadow in the depths of my memory clearer, so I had to give up, and murmured with some feeling: The only thing I remember the most is that she often walks around with her second son in her arms. But they didn't want to hug me much. At that time, I often wondered, why did Aunt Ye refuse to pick me up even though she was still with one free hand? Looking back now, I just think my thoughts are ridiculous.

Hong'er has been weak since she was a child, and if she hadn't been bold enough to go out for a walk in those years, I am afraid that she would really be suffocated by that child. Thinking of the memory fragment that seemed to be always covered with a layer of yellow sand, Wang Chi couldn't help but sigh softly, and then he looked at Ruan Luo, and said with a slightly slower face: But ah, if you want her to hold two children who are almost four years old at the same time, it will really make her tired enough.

More than ten years ago, the child that Miss Ye was too lazy to hold was still very strong, but Wang Chi often hugged him and used the iron ring hanging on the handle of the big knife on his side waist as a bell to make him laugh.

Ruan Luo laughed.

Wang Chi didn't say anything more on this topic, he just buried his head and continued to eat wontons, and the soup quickly dried out after a bowl of three fresh wontons. The two guards sitting at the table next to him have been close to him for a long time, knowing his habits after dinner, they didn't participate in half a sentence before, in fact, they didn't relax their attention to this table, Wang Chi put down the spoon Not long after, the shopkeeper quickly brought a pot of tea under the call of the two guards.

The small restaurant that opened in the neighborhood greets customers with coarse tea at a lower price. Of course, there are also some valuable tea leaves on the counter, but Wang Chi came out on this trip, the main purpose is to be as low-key as possible, and the two close entourages must also understand this, so all the things encountered when walking outside the palace are natural.

After drinking half a cup of light brown tea soup, the bitter taste is like a densely woven net, entangled in the tongue, but it also makes people's brains, which are easy to become chaotic after eating, quickly become clear.

Putting down the teacup, Wang Chi glanced in front of Ruan Luo, only to see that there was at least half of the sea bowl left in his hand.

How much do you eat all the time? Wang Chi said with some worry, his body hasn't been repaired yet, so don't drink tea with me anymore.

PS: For this singing, if readers want to substitute, they can substitute the rap of modern pop music. In ancient times, this kind of singing was of course unprecedented, so of course it was brought over by a traveler, and from the perspective of the traditional music world, of course, it was unpleasant. However, the rap that has traveled through time and space will attract Wang Chi's attention, and it should not be difficult to guess who brought this singing method over, right?