“…… If you come to my side, you will immediately be the big shopkeeper of the Su Mansion, all the resources of the Su family's three rooms are at your disposal, how many requirements do you want, as long as we can do it, we will naturally promise you, if you can manage these resources well, the second sister is just a woman after all, and she will not succeed in taking over the big house in the future, if you want to get her, there are naturally many ways...... My father said that you are a smart person, everyone knows that you are a smart person, we have sincerity here, there is no need to say superfluous words, you think about it yourself, it is ......"

In the wind and snow, Su Wenji's voice sounded, and in fact, he had already prepared to say it to him. Among the several shopkeepers of the Su family's big house, Xi Junyu is shrewd and capable, and has always been the most dazzling one among them, although he is not as good as a few old people in terms of qualifications, but there are not many people who doubt the fact that he can support half of the Su family in the future, and even most people say that this Xi Junyu was originally the material for the top prize in the study exam, and the Wu family spent a lot of money to invite him over, and he never agreed, he would stay in the Su family, in fact, it was just for the second young lady Su Tan'er.

It is also for this reason that since Su Tan'er got married, Su Yunfang and Su Wenji have been trying to get close to each other and release their good intentions. Su Wenji knows that he can't do anything, but he has always boasted of being Su Wuji, a corporal of Lixian, and treats capable people extremely well, and what he pays attention to is "I may not have much ability, I just need to let things be done by capable people", such an attitude has also been praised by the outside world.

However, at this time, after listening to him, Xi Junyu looked at him like that for a while, and after a while, his palm slapped down on his shoulder, and in Su Wenji's doubts, he still shook his head and sneered: "Qishao, don't be naïve......"

"This is your best chance...... You know if what I'm saying is true. ”

Couldn't figure out the other party's thoughts, Su Wenji was also confused by the other party's attitude, Xi Junyu's palm on his shoulder was quite heavy, and he had to repeat these words, a moment later, but seeing Xi Junyu sighed.

"Heh, seven young men, corporal Lixian, it is a good thing to be lenient in employing people. I know that this is what the third master taught you, there is no way to manage, there is no need to point fingers, this is also a tricky method, but you don't understand, people who can really use people, must also be able to suppress talents, if one day your two people disagree, but you don't even have the ability and prestige to make decisions, how do you use people! ”

Looking at the man in front of him, Xi Junyu felt funny. Su Wenji thought for a while: "At least...... Wouldn't that be a good thing for you? ”

Xi Junyu shook his head: "I, Xi Junyu, will not stand with people who are doomed to failure." ”

After he said this, he turned to leave, and seeing the figure striding away, Su Wenji hesitated for a while, and finally realized something: "You are angry!" You're angry! ”

"That's a bit of an improvement." Xi Junyu said indifferently, and then waved his hand without looking back, and the snowflakes seemed to explode suddenly in the air, "Wake up, Qi Shao, you can't fight Su Tan'er, she didn't take you in her eyes from the beginning!" ”

The wind and snow swept away, Su Wenji was stunned and watched the figure in the black shirt stride away, and after a while, Fang frowned violently, pressing his anger, although he thought in his heart that so many contacts seemed to be the first time that Xi Junyu became out of control and angry, it should have taken a turn for the better, but because of Xi Junyu's words, the unhappy mood still couldn't be suppressed, and then, he punched the trunk next to him.

He doesn't have much strength himself, and if he punches like this on weekdays, it just hurts, but at this time he was ready for pain, gritted his teeth and shook his hands in the air a few times, and when he exhaled, his whole neck was cold and cold, and his shoulders were covered with snow. Looking up angrily, his eyes immediately became stunned, his mouth opened, and his look of horror was about to turn up......

From a distance, the figure under the tree punched the tree, and the tree shook a few times, and then ...... Boom - Boom - Boom -

The white and green colors drowned out the figure, two hands and one foot swaying and struggling on the snowdrift.

A moment later, the maid's voice came from there: "Come on—come on—the Seventh Young Master is buried in the snow—"

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“…… Listening to youth, ushering in laughter, envying many people,

The annals of history are gentle and unwilling, and the pen is too ruthless.

Fireworks are easy to cold, personnel are easy to divide,

And you're asking, am I still serious......

Thousands of years later, the love of the world is deep, who else is waiting,

And Qingshi, how can it not be true, Wei Shu Luoyang City.

If you are following, you have passed through the door in your previous life, dyed with red dust, follow me, and wander all your life......"

The strings sounded softly, one by one like the flow of water, the woman's voice was shallow, in the singing, there were groping, contemplation, and doubts, she combined some monophonic singing methods when singing plain lyrics and songs, and preserved the twists when Ning Yi taught her, the tune was not high, soft and long like alcohol.

In this song, the man peeled off the eggshell of the duck egg in pieces, and the amber-like color gradually appeared in the air as the eggshell fell, in this era similar to that of the Song Dynasty, the pine flower egg appeared in front of people's eyes for the first time in the music, and then was placed in the porcelain bowl in front of it, and the amber egg white was patterned. Ning Yi listened to Nie Yunzhu's singing of "Jialan Rain", which was quite different from the original version, and could vaguely feel a trace of ancient rhyme.

Even in this era, many times what I see and hear is still a simple life, simple and boring, walking by the Qinhuai River on weekdays, those buildings and boats are not as good as they are filmed on TV, and the roads are all kinds of dirty. Gu Yun is a kind of thing, since it is a specific state of mind, just like he looks at the lights in the courtyard of the Su family every night, like when the bright moon is there that day to teach Xiaochan to sing, just like the comfort inside and outside the small building in the heavy rain, it can make him think of many years later, Gu Yun will come out of his heart. After all, he is a modern person, and this state of mind is the most precipitated breath of time, like poetry and wine.

After listening to this song quietly, Nie Yunzhu also wanted to speak a little. She had never heard such folk slang before, but there was no such strange way of singing in those elegant songs. Thousands of years later, the music is all on the road of monophonic music, even after a thousand years, the singing method pursued by each local opera is actually from the momentum and rhyme, to say that the change, far less complicated than the combination of various styles of modern music, after this song is sung, with Nie Yunzhu's skills, you can clearly feel the complex changes pursued in the song, in a sense, this kind of simple and superficial on the other hand, but the pursuit of technical changes to the extreme complexity of the music is almost evil, but for her, Indeed, there are many shocks and inspirations.

On the other hand, the lyrics are a little too plain, and some places seem to be patchwork...... She looked at Ning Yi. Maybe it's casual, but it's like saying something casually, casually pursuing an interesting way of singing, and finally spelling out such a song. It's just that even so, it's really amazing, and the scattered and plain words actually have some vague artistic conceptions, like a cynical game at your fingertips. Before this, Nie Yunzhu never thought that one day he would be a little overwhelmed by such a piece of music and messed up.

"Childe's singing, but is it put together at random on weekdays?" It's unbelievable, but it can only be like this, if you are really familiar with the rhythm, even if you make up a folk song in a minor key, it will never become like this.

"Can you hear me?"

"Strange, but interesting." Nie Yunzhu thought about it, chose his words carefully, and then said with a smile, "It's just ...... I'm afraid I can only have fun on weekdays, or sing at will when two or three friends get together, uh...... I'm afraid it's ......."

She was a little embarrassed to say, and Ning Yi laughed: "I can't wait for the elegant hall, hehe." After a pause, "But I just like it, and I think it's interesting to listen to it myself." ”

Ning Yi has always acted casually, Nie Yunzhu has long been used to it, at this time, seeing his attitude, the doubts and chaos in his heart have gone, it is just a strange song, as long as it can be sung and listened to, it is probably just a pleasant mood. She has studied the art of music and rhythm very deeply, and she also has some rules and bottom lines that need to be defended. But at this time, I don't feel strange about what is in front of me, I just feel that the other party should be like this.

"Actually, it's good." She smiled and nodded, "It's just...... I've never heard such lyrics and music before, so if you want to use a new score, you have to study it for a few days......"

Ning Yi smiled and nodded: "Heh, of course, I'm not in a hurry, in fact, I think it's very good to listen to it once, and it was very good just now." ”

"Childe has won the award, in fact, there are many places where he can't sing skills......" Nie Yunzhu said, and then looked at the duck eggs in the bowl, "Why did this salted duck egg become like this?" ”

"This is called Songhua Egg, you can name it Jade Egg, Agate Egg, Rich Egg or something...... This altar will be given to you to taste, I will take this altar, it will be more expensive in the future, there should be business, there should be only one in the whole world, there should be no other branch to ......", Ning Yi smiled and introduced the Songhua egg, he originally asked Nie Yunzhu to marinate two jars for a total of fifty, but at this time he only planned to take one altar away. Anyway, he just wants to eat this, and it's the same for anyone to sell, Nie Yunzhu understands music, and he has to ask her to compose music in the future, which should be an investment.

Slightly refused, and then Nie Yunzhu had to accept it, and chatted for a while, Nie Yunzhu found a few straw ropes from the kitchen to tie the small jar, Ning Yi lifted the tile altar and said goodbye and left, Nie Yunzhu sent him to the door, and then turned back to the room soon after.

"It's raining, and the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep ......"

Pondering and humming the music softly, Nie Yunzhu walked to the table, looked at the paper manuscript with the lyrics, and then picked up the Songhua egg in the bowl, opened his teeth lightly, took a bite, chewed carefully, and hummed the lyrics word by word in his mouth.

I've never heard weird lyrics and songs, I've never eaten the taste of duck eggs, these things poured into my heart. When Fang Cai Ning Yi was there, his heart was quiet, but at this time, he became a little chaotic for some reason.

"The mottled gates, entrenched in the roots of old trees, echoed on the stone slabs are waiting for ......"

"It's raining, and the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep ......"

"The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village, and fate took root ......"

"I've heard that you're always alone ......"

"Stained with red dust, follow me, wander for a lifetime......"

The soft voice just hummed faintly, but many things were remembered in her mind, remembering the scene when the two of them came back with the cart, she put down the pine flower egg in her hand, walked to the door, opened the door gently, the wind and snow came in from the outside, she stood there and looked at the road in the distance, the figure in the green robe held an oil-paper umbrella, gradually drifting away in the wind and snow, there was only a blurred image left.

"...... Stained with Red Dust"

My heart was pounding, I felt like I was standing at the door of Hongchen, my chest was slightly undulating, my thoughts were like a tide, sometimes I felt that the artistic conception in the lyrics was indescribable, and sometimes I felt that there was something else, knock knock, knock knock, beat desperately in my heart, and then I felt that I was thinking too much.

"Ning Gongzi is a righteous man and a gentleman, so he should just write words and sentences at random...... Nie Yunzhu ......"

"Nie Yunzhu Nie Yunzhu Nie Yunzhu ......"

The figure in the distance had long since disappeared into the wind and snow, she closed the door, pursed her lips, and walked back to the round table and sat down, indeed thinking too much about herself. She put her hands on her face, looked sideways at the lyrics, sang a few words softly, and then lay down again, resting her chin on her folded hands, and looked over, the pine egg that had been bitten was placed not far away, and a faint light from outside the door shone brightly, and it was rippling with a crystal glow on the amber color.

She just lay there like that, staring at the crystal color for a long time, and in the dimly lit room, the little girl was like ......

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PS: It seems that some people always think that the ancients were full of antiquity, and they seem to be full of classical Chinese in their gestures, so modern songs are not treated well and will be regarded as heresy under any circumstances. Here I will say that the ancients, in the pre-Qin period, they talked in the format of classical Chinese on weekdays, but since the Tang Dynasty, it has basically become vernacular, and classical Chinese is just a form of writing. These vernacular are actually similar to our current ones, and vernacular books such as Water Margin can represent some, but whether it is a vernacular book or not, since it has become a book, the way these vernacular books speak is actually more than what was real at that time. Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, especially in the Ming Dynasty, the notices of the government required the use of vernacular.

So don't really think that the ancient text must be much different from us, of course, modern songs can't wait for the hall of elegance in ancient times, you have to say that I am elegant, impossible, but private entertainment between two or three people, that's really not a big deal. And the lyrics and singing methods of modern songs are different from those of ancient times, if you compare the various repertoire of Peking Opera and Yue Opera, you will find the difference, the ancient singing methods go in different directions, so the more complex and weird singing methods, maybe they are not suitable, but in private they feel interesting and innovative, this should not be difficult to understand. Not to mention...... People have a good impression of MM......

I don't pursue any pure antiquity, for example, since you write ancient texts, you must follow the ancient methods to give people a sense of antiquity, and even some people say don't invent this, don't invent that, you want to keep the original antiquity - I don't pursue these. The stories I want to write are not routine "ancient officialdom texts", "ancient hegemony texts", "ancient farming texts", "ancient martial arts texts", I don't pursue routine things. If you were to define this article, it would be simple: a modern man goes back to a series of things that happened in ancient times...... As long as it is possible and interesting, I will not shy away from it, if you go back to ancient times, don't you miss the TV? You don't miss songs? You don't miss MSG? He must first be a modern person, I will never make the protagonist an ancient text for any ancient rhyme, then it is unreasonable, my ancient rhyme, from other aspects to show, a "modern person" back to "ancient", this is the dramatic conflict, modern people and ancient times are equally important.

I just pursue the rationality of human nature, give him an environment, and I let it happen only when it happens, as I said above, I let the song appear, it is based on such a series of considerations, I have thought about this, I know that the ancient people spoke in the vernacular, so this is enough.

Of course, as for not wanting to believe this at all, I don't know what Ludao is called limerick poetry and I don't know what Ludao is called folk songs, thinking about ancient people as aliens, then I can't help it.

Well, I believe that by now, in terms of ancient rhyme, I have been shaped.

This is the Wu Dynasty.

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