Zhou Meicheng was suddenly full of vitality, and after he praised Master Li's playing and singing skills and infectious ability, he immediately took out his latest proud work and borrowed Master Li to achieve the artistic conception in his words.

The words that Zhou Bangyan took out were "Su Mu Sha Liao Agarwood".

Master Li silently recited this song, and couldn't help but admire Zhou Meicheng's swan song in his heart. The homesickness complex in the words outlines the freshness and nature, and the pain of homesickness is vividly expressed. Writing scenes, people, love, and dreams are all natural, without carving and all kinds of styles, and can't help but remind people of Li Taibai's poem: "Clear water out of hibiscus, natural carving."

After reading it, Master Li got up and said: "Master is singing Mr. Zhou's wonderful words for the first time, and I hope to forgive me for the defects!" ”

After speaking, he adjusted the strings, lightly opened his lips, and the sound of the beam suddenly sounded: "Burn agarwood, kill the heat." Birds and birds call for sunshine, invading the eaves of the eaves. The early sun on the leaves is dry and rainy, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts the load one by one. Hometown is far away, when to go. He lives in Wumen and has been a Chang'an brigade for a long time. May fisherman remembers each other. Xiao Ji light boat, dreaming of Furong Pu. ”

During the singing, Master Li suddenly returned to Shuibo and returned to her brother Gongming. Endless thoughts are like a small boat without cables, in her melancholy heart, wandering through autumn water, hoping that the boatman from afar will control this longing.

After singing, her thoughts are like a derailed meteor, crossing to the vast Liangshanbo, to find the indelible imprint that possesses the soul to the depths of the soul.

Master Li integrates endless thoughts into the lyrics, superimposes the unforgettable love, and then injects a little bit of acacia into the singing, like lingering, like resentment, like a dream, like a confession, and interprets this song "Su Curtain Shade Liaoan Agarwood" to a realm of rebirth.

Out of the gods, others can only look at it.

Zhou Bangyan was stunned.

The lyrics and singers are one and the same, without any traces of axes and chisels, and no one has ever sung the lyrics and songs to such perfection.

His thoughts were ignited, as if every grass and tree in his hometown, and the smiles and smiles of his relatives floated in front of him. In a trance, they flew to the south of the Yangtze River in May, and the fishermen were busy rocking their boats and shuttling between the layers of lotus leaves...... Let him have an urge to roar at the sky:

After a long absence, I, Zhou Bangyan, are back! Fishermen, do you remember me Zhou Meicheng? I'm back!

The resonance condenses infinite feelings and reverie, and Zhou Meicheng enters a fresh and quiet realm of selflessness. His eyes narrowed slightly, he got up and clapped the beat with his hands, humming quietly to the rhythm of his teacher, enjoying the joy of returning home in his dreams.

Zhou Meicheng suddenly smelled something strange, this is an emotion that is different from homesickness, and there is a bit of gloomy longing in it, what is this?

He couldn't help but open his eyes, looking at the tears rolling in Master Li's melancholy eyes, he suddenly understood that it was a haunting love, an unforgettable thought, a kind of love that can make people ignore life and death!

"Who is it? Who is the person she cares about? ”

Accompanied by doubts, Zhou Meicheng stared at Master Li with a dull gaze, as if she wanted to penetrate her heart and find the answer that touched her thoughts.

The agent's keen sense made Master Li feel Zhou Meicheng's movements, she browsed Zhou Meicheng's gaze, and read from it the concern of an elder, a sudden joy of meeting a bosom friend in the mountains and rivers, and an appreciation and praise. There was no trace of obscenity in his eyes, only deep and subtle innocence, a strong and calm feeling.

The end of the song is not gone.

In addition to admiration, Zhou Meicheng arched his hand and asked: "Listening to the lyrics and songs sung by the teacher and the girl, it is like sweetness to moisten the heart and lungs, and the sound of the beam is still in the ears, although I will not know the taste of meat in ten days!" ”

Master Li got up and said: "It's Mr. Skillful, how dare Master be so praised!" ”

Zhou Meicheng said again: "I heard an incomparable love from it, I don't know where the lovely person in the heart of the teacher and the girl is now?" "Moxue Literature Network

Master Li sighed lightly, his facial expression remained unchanged, and he smiled faintly without showing any traces: "Mr. heard the mistake, the teacher lost his mother since he was a child, his father died at the age of four, and he was born in the world like a walking corpse, how can anyone miss it." It's just that when I sing Mr.'s words, I think of my hometown, I think of my parents who are far away in heaven, and I think of my friends who are playing together, and this longing becomes long and deep. The teacher can only express his thoughts and blessings to them through Mr.'s words, and I hope they will be blessed! ”

Zhou Meicheng also sighed, looked up at the roof, and the scene of his hometown hovered in his mind.

Song Jiang, who was far away in Liangshanbo, missed Master Li for a while, but the war was tense, and he couldn't be distracted. Today, Hu Yanzhuo's army was finally defeated, and Hu Yanzhuo fled alone. He picked up the pen to confide his thoughts to his teacher, but he didn't know where to start, and he didn't have a word to write.

Song Jiang turned around and leaned against the door, looked at the ethereal clouds in the sky, sighed, turned around and wrote on the paper: "Blood-stained red beans, the soul is thinner than yellow flowers, take care!" ”

Then he tied the note to the pigeon's leg himself, waved his hands into the sky, and the pigeon flew to the sky with his thoughts.

Looking at the carrier pigeon released, Song Jiang seemed to see Master Li's coquettish smile, and his thoughts slowly stretched with the disappearance of the pigeon, long and vigorous.

Finally seized the opportunity to come to the Great Music Fair again. At this time, Huizong was like a martial arts master who had been in retreat for a long time, sweeping away all the shackles that had been hidden in his heart to prevent his skills from advancing by leaps and bounds, and he was excited to enjoy the realm of epiphany and the joy after leaving the customs.

If you can enter the big music fang, you will point to Master Li's appearance, Cai You and Gao Yanei have made great contributions, and they can accurately and appropriately transmit the time of Huizong's visit to Pang Xueyun.

Of course, Da Le Fang has to find a way to hide Master Li and wait for this Zhao Gongzi with enough spirits.

Ridiculous and lamentable!

Everyone knows that Zhao Zonghui is the current emperor, but Huizong still thinks that he has a high level of makeup, and he is happy to travel in micro-clothes. The rest of the people didn't break it, and they did their best to accompany Huizong to sing double reeds, which made Huizong's heart bloom.

Liangshanbo was originally to fish for the big fish of Huizong, and the longer the line was placed, the better the fishing effect, so he pretended to be stupid and actively cooperated.

Cai You and Gao Yanei are for their own and their family's careers, since the emperor likes to soar in the sea of desire, they cater to Huizong, and warm up this interest, bringing Huizong into the boundless Elysium, so that he can enjoy this endless lingering.

Seeing Master Li again, Huizong not only did not calm down, but added a lot of desires, that is, the kind of male primitive possessiveness, the impulse to kiss Fangze. But the dignity of the emperor restricts his actions, and an emperor can't force a woman to be possessed, right? And she is a woman who makes a living by performing arts, and it is not as simple as being ashamed to spread it.

Huizong tried his best to calm his mind, and after greeting his teacher kindly, he took out the calligraphy banners and flower and bird paintings that he had carefully made in the past few days. This poured almost all his hard work, trying to do his best to please Master Li. The paintings and calligraphy are very delicately framed, and if they are on the market, they are purely priceless treasures.

Zhao Ji smiled and said to the teacher: "Miss Shishi, please take a look, this is Xiaosheng's collection of calligraphy and paintings on today's saints, please identify the authenticity!" ”

Master Li slowly opened the scroll, only to see Sima Xiangru's "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" displayed in thin gold calligraphy.

"There is a beautiful woman who will never forget it. I don't see it for a day, and I think like crazy. The phoenix soars, seeking the phoenix from all over the world. Helpless beauty, not on the east wall. The piano will be used as a substitute for the language, and the conversation will be heartfelt. When I see Xu Xi one day, I am hesitant. I am willing to match virtue and join hands. I shall not fly away, and I shall be destroyed. ”

The meaning of calligraphy is self-evident, and it can't hide Huizong's love for Master Li. The gestures are strong and elegant, the brushwork is sharp, the iron painting silver hook, and the thin and crisp calligraphy make the teacher can't help but respect Zhao Ji's calligraphy and painting skills.

Every word on the banner, horizontal painting with a hook, vertical painting with a point, skimming like a dagger, like a knife, vertical hook slender and restrained, even the pen like flying and crisp, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the best in calligraphy.

After appreciating the calligraphy, Master Li opened the scroll called "Autumn Evening on the Pond".

This painting takes the lotus heron as the main body, and various animals and plants are arranged on the picture in segments. The frontispiece depicts red knotweed and water candles, suggesting the waterfront. Then an egret stands in the water in the wind. The lotus leaves are tilted, and the aquatic plants are in a line, setting off the tense posture of the egret. Some of the lotus leaves are still green, while others are withered and broken, and the black and white contrast between the ink lotus and the egret enhances the changing relationship between the ink and wash tones. After there are mandarin ducks, fly and swim, red knotweed, water candles and dry lotus decorate the bleak autumn. The eyes of the egret and the movement of the mandarin duck still have the tendency to extend backwards, making the viewer feel unfinished.