On the side of the painting boat facing the Qinhuai River, the windows were opened, and no matter how cold the weather was, they couldn't resist their inner curiosity.

The windows of the Flower Room and along the banks of the river open in unison. A few invectives were quickly silenced. Curiosity can kill cats, and it can cause people to catch colds.

There were two boats floating on the river, parked next to the painting boat, a man on the bow of the boat was independent, the breeze blew the hem of his clothes, and between his necks was a pipa that seemed to be shrunken and deformed, and in his hand something similar to an erhu bow, he was playing the "pipa" qin. But the sound was so penetrating, so elegant, that it blended in with his gesture.

The night was too dark, and the lantern on the bow of the ship could not illuminate the faces of the people, only the shadows of the two ships seemed to be more than a dozen people standing.

The melodious music paused, and the crisp and melodious children's voices sounded a novel and ethereal solo singing, piercing through the darkness and the unknown:

"Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain. ”

Children's voices are the most sincere, the most innocent, the most easy to touch people's hearts, and cleanse the soul. A song floated by, a sound as pure as a spring, ethereal and tightly enveloping the hearts of those around him. A song stopped, and the melodious music then sounded from weak to strong, repeating the tune euphemistically.

The solo voice sounded again with the music: "The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered." A pot of turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream cold tonight. ”

When the night was warmed by the children's voices, the children's voices on the two ships sang together at the same time: "The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered." A pot of turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream cold tonight. The elegant and ethereal spirit turned into a tear-jerking farewell mood, and everyone who heard it was heartbroken.

The lyrics reach a climax, and the music dominates the night sky, as if the bow is not pulling the instrument but their inner voice. The chorus sounded leisurely again: "Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain. The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered. A pot of turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream cold tonight. The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered. A pot of turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream of the cold tonight......"

This round of repetition is not only a chorus, but also the harmony of different voices, and a song sings different feelings.

The chorus of "A pot of turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream of cold ...... tonight" gradually dissipated in the repeated words, and was frozen in the cold turbid wine parting night.

Although the meaning of the words is concise, it makes people involuntarily follow the music and children's voices.

The melody is slow and deep, long and profound, as if people can see the ten-mile long pavilion, the ancient road and grass, see the sunset and the half-drunk residual wine, and see the confidante of the world......

Fresh and elegant, poignant and soft, clean and flawless, the repetition of the loop makes people's feelings drift away, even if the song ends, it still echoes in the ears for a long time.

The two boats had disappeared far into the night, and the boat remained silent for a long time, until someone sneezed and one realized the chill in the boat.

This cleanliness has diluted the darkness of intrigue in everyone's hearts, the lustful yellow se, and the boiling red.

Everyone asked: "Who played the song just now, who sang the lyrics, and who was bidding farewell to Brother Renzhao?" ”

"It seems that no one on the banks of the Qinhuai River can make such a unique and novel song, no one can fill in such a concise and unique word, and the music is unheard of, it seems that it is not composed by someone here."

"When the world's literary masters and instrumental music masters have never heard of anyone who has ever published such a work."

"Could it be Qin Wanlan, a generation of songwriters? Since Shu Yan's death, she has not been found. "Uncle Yan is Han Xizai's expression.

After Xu You, Chen Qiao, and Xu Kai looked at each other, Xu You pondered for a moment and said, "You don't have to guess, if something is expected, it was Wangjianglou who came to see him off just now." ”

Chen Qiao and Xu Kai nodded yes. Everyone was puzzled, especially Lin Renzhao, who frowned and asked: "Duke Xu, I asked myself if I didn't know anything about Wangjiang Tower, why did they suddenly come to say goodbye, this affection is really ......."

Chen Qiao explained: "You don't know. You have a dispute with the Huangfu family, and you are also related to Zhen Feng, the shopkeeper of Wangjiang Tower. At that time, your subordinate Ma Chengxin helped Zhen Feng and had a grudge with Huangfu Gao Ming. Maybe for this reason, Zhen Feng didn't want to go. ”

"No wonder General Ma was left behind, I see."

Xu You secretly sighed, the Zhennan Army made such a big move to guard the salt farm, in the final analysis, it was Zhen Feng's handiwork, and Lin Renzhao's relocation and depreciation were indeed closely related to Zhen Feng. It's hard for this person to be affectionate and righteous.

Even Xu Yanhua lost all her patience with hypocrisy and grievances, and her focus was on the spoiler Zhen Feng and the lyrics and musical instruments, and the banquet to bid farewell to Lin Renzhao and Ren Nandu ended hastily.

At the end of the song, people are scattered. Xu Yanhua returned to the room, depressed and uneasy, so she sat down behind the guqin, played it on the guqin according to the tune she had just heard, and sang the lyrics just now, either fresh and delicate, or indifferent and arrogant, or charming and amorous, but no matter how she sang, she couldn't sing the ethereal and melodious taste of the other party, so she couldn't help but give up.

The two boats docked, the rowers were Jiang Linxian and Martin, Zhen Feng stood at the bow of the boat, and the little lady with purple butterfly stood beside him, at this time, her eyes could not accommodate other people and things except Zhen Feng, and her eyes flashed with admiration, worship, love and other warm looks. In addition to the song instruments, even the form of performance and the attention it has gained are too good to be expected.

"Don't be obsessed with brother, brother is just a legend." Before Zhen Feng got off the boat, he left this sentence, a graceful and suave model of a beautiful man in the wind, which provoked the little lady of Purple Butterfly to clench her hands and her eyes were blurred.

The other boat came down first was the little lady of Lanzhou, she dragged the lost girl who lost herself, and teased: "What's wrong with our gentle and graceful little lady Purple Butterfly, it must be that she has fallen into evil, it is better to find someone to ask someone to take a look, but don't be serious." ”

"Go, go, go, it's a young girl, it's so unorthodox, it's not a joke to spread it."

"Okay, just a few days after leaving, I learned to unload the mill and kill the donkey, I knew that I wouldn't come, in case I fell in love with a certain suave and talented Lang Jun, how could I be good?"

Zi Die's face was full of shame, and she retorted: "I'm not afraid that Lord Zheng will hear it." ”

"Don't worry, someone is covering it now, and it has just been given by the official family, and when it comes to operation, whether Jitai is here, I don't know if I remember the slave family."

"How dare he? If he dares, I will let Marquis Deng remove the cover and let him fight back to his original form. ”

"How dare you ......"

The two laughed at each other and returned to the Wangjiang Tower. Behind them were the group of children who had been trained by "Mr. Xixi" Purple Butterfly for nearly two months.

Zhen Feng just arrived yesterday, and his whole person has changed, becoming taciturn, as if he has matured a lot overnight, and there are many inconsistencies with his age. When he heard about the Lin Renzhao incident, he sighed, "It's still late, it's still late", everyone couldn't understand it, so he carried out a singing assault training according to his requirements, practiced this farewell, and prepared a flash mob performance to cut off the beard of Huajian Building.

Even his strange musical instrument was made with the help of Zhen Feng's craftsman before he left, and he has been collecting it. They were almost all intoxicated by the sound. According to Zhen Feng, that instrument is called the violin, and the song they sing is called "Farewell".

Zhen Feng looked at the cold bright moon in the sky, smiled wildly, and said, "Wei Ruan, next you are an appetizer." ”