015 Each has his own mind

"Er Shao, your piano skills are still so exquisite, listen to your songs, and I will never be able to listen to those rough sounds in the future."

Mo Zizhou said, handing him a glass of wine. This is the best daughter red, his favorite.

Wen Ting glanced at the wine glass and didn't take it.

"Zizhou, how many times have I told you, our second young man doesn't drink at all." Shen Bingyi clenched the wine glass in his hand and said sideways. This kid always seems to want to provoke the second young man of the Wen family, and when he frowns, he is excited, bored.

"I think Brother Zizhou did it on purpose." The county lord of Yuping glared at Mo Zizhou dissatisfiedly, her Wen Ting brother, no one can bully.

"Yo ~ Sister Ping, you haven't married yet, so you'll help your future husband teach your brother Zizhou a lesson?" Mo Zizhou looked injured, "Bingyi, the female is not staying, you have to be a brother to take it easy, don't play like me when you come out~~"

"Brother Zizhou, you still say!" Yuping stomped his feet, a touch of shyness flashed across his face. Glancing at Wen Ting quickly, he saw that he was still as usual, floating like an immortal, immovable, Mo Zizhou's words did not affect him at all, and he couldn't help but feel a little lost in his heart.

"Zizhou-" Shen Bingyi spoke, and Mo Zizhou hurriedly surrendered, "Okay, okay, I won't make trouble with my sister." "If the trouble continues, her terrible brother can't just find a reason to pull himself to the school field, and learn a lesson in the name of honesty?

"Congratulations, second brother, this song [Qingfeng] is finally completed." The gentle eyes that had been immersed in Wen Ting's aftermath before waking up instantly lit up, and he said congratulations to Wen Ting with a smile.

That smile can make a hundred flowers bloom and everything lose its brilliance. Mo Zizhou stared at such gentleness, and his breathing became a little short.

Wen Ting's head, among them, Yu Qin, the most accomplished is his sister gentle. Although others are also intoxicated by it, they just think that the melody is beautiful, and not many can really understand it.

Gentle's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he got up slightly, came to the opposite side of Wen Ting, and stroked the strings that seemed to be infused with life.

"The last part of [Qingfeng] is the most exciting part of the whole song, and the change of the second brother suddenly makes the whole song permeated with a completely different flavor. If we say, the first part is the morning light under the vast smoke and waves, the clouds and water are vast, magnificent and charming. The second part is the clear sky after the rain, with water vapor curling and clouds and shadows. And this third part is the undercurrent of waves, the clouds and water are agitated, and the rush is surging. "It's so good, under the second brother's indifferent and cloud-like appearance, she sees a passion that is different from the appearance.

But she wouldn't say that. Gentle dares to do anything, but she doesn't want to do anything that makes that person angry.

Wen Ting looked gentle, and in a few words, he understood the situation conveyed in the piano song, and there was appreciation in his eyes. If she has more insight and less attention to skills, sooner or later, she will become his bosom friend.

This song [Qingfeng] was also composed by him in his spare time, and the last part was not completed for a long time. Until a night of lightning and thunder a few days ago, he was so depressed that he couldn't sleep, and [the breeze] was completed that night.

Quite different from the previous two sections, from the ninth to the sixteenth sections, different colors of scatters, overtones, and presses are repeatedly used, and they are played in a staggered manner, resulting in an unexpected and colorful effect. The rhythm jumps rapidly in a wide range of more than three octaves, and the use of strong syncopated rhythms brings out the magnificent picture of the rolling waves of the water.

That night thundered, and he played it to the fullest.

Wen Ting was left behind in the sound of his own piano, of course he didn't know that that night, someone leaned against the window to listen to him play the piano all night. As long as he played, the man listened.

"Hey! You two brothers and sisters, when you talk about the piano, you will completely leave us behind~~" Mo Zizhou shouted in protest, and the eldest young master quit. The woman he loves can only have him in her eyes, and she can't look at anyone else when he's there, even if that person is her brother.

The eldest young master's vinegar is really strong, hey! The crowd next to him laughed and teased Mo Zizhou, Mo Zizhou was thick-skinned and accepted everyone's ridicule with peace of mind.

This is not bad, at least in the eyes of everyone, gentleness is his Mo Zizhou's woman.

Wen Ting also smiled, he was afraid of the eldest young master, put down the piano, and decided to say something else to them. Everyone knows that Wen Ershao is gentle and polite, and rarely does things that disappoint.

Only gentleness, those bright and bright eyes dimmed in a blink of an eye, looking at Mo Zizhou, his eyes were complicated.

Shen Bingyi turned the wine glass lightly, his eyes were deep, and no one knew what he was thinking.

As soon as Wen Yuan heard Wen Ting say that she wanted to talk about something else, her momentum came again. The eldest sister only knows how to talk about the piano, and she doesn't have a chance for them to interject at all. According to her, the eldest sister did this on purpose, and she wanted to show off in front of Brother Shen and Brother Zizhou, so as to show that she was very knowledgeable, Wen Yuan thought with a small snort.

"Second brother, Brother Zizhou, Brother Shen, and Yuping, it's the Lotus Picking Festival in a few days, let's set off earlier this year, let's go to pick lotus together and then go to put lanterns together, okay?" The lotus lantern, as the name suggests, is a lantern placed in the river on the day of the lotus picking festival. Legend has it that on this day, young men and women inscribe a lantern riddle or a poem on the lantern, and if someone happens to pick up the lantern, solve the lantern riddle or make another poem to reconcile, they can get the blessing of the flower god from each other.

Young men and women love romance, whether this rumor is true or not, every year in the lotus picking festival there are many men and women carrying lanterns, carefully inscribed their own lantern riddles and poems, looking forward to meeting their own destined people.

Not only that, because the word "lotus" is pronounced "pity", there are also many women who have a heart on this day to put the lotus seeds they pick into an embroidered purse and give them to the man they like to express their lovesickness.

No matter what kind of affection is given, whether there is a sweetheart or not, the day of the Lotus Picking Festival has become the happiest and most anticipated festival for countless boys and girls.

Wen Yuan's girl is fragrant, and she has not yet left the cabinet, and she has been looking forward to the lotus picking festival for a long time.

Yuping hurriedly agreed, and peeked at Wen Ting again, as if he was going to make some serious decision on this day.

Although Mo Zizhou is a young grandfather, he is very arrogant, and for the sake of his sweetheart, he doesn't mind having a "commoner's festival." ”

Whether gentleness can be or not, the table has to be a little lacking in interest. This matter was originally discussed, but in the face of Mo Zizhou's unnatural face, he wanted to retreat.

Wen Yuan saw that everyone had expressed their position, and even Shen Bingyi nodded under Yuping's begging, only her eldest sister, did she want to show how reserved she was?

"Sister, why don't you go together, it's fun for so many people to be together." As she spoke, Wen Yuan rolled her eyes and smiled happily: "The one who listened to Mei Xuan should also go together." If you don't follow, what if Zizhou's brother is snatched away by her? ”