Luo Zhaoyun stared at Xiao Yiyi's demeanor in front of him, his skin was as white as jade, his two thin willow eyebrows were like distant mountains, and his snow cheeks gradually floated two touches of red, like a peach blossom in the first bloom, and his head was slightly lower, and he seemed to be a little ashamed.

That touch of bowing the head is just like the shyness of the water lotus flower!

At this moment, both of them were silent and did not speak, the attic was quiet, only the two of them faced the table, and silence was better than sound. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xiao Yiyi, who has always been clean and arrogant, has seen many talented people and artists, and has been sought after by the children of princes and nobles, and she is tired of hearing the praise, but as a person who is happy with fireworks, she is immune to sweet words every time she acts.

But for some reason, at the moment just now, she had to admit that she was a little tempted and shy.

At this time, Xiao Yiyi lowered her head and turned her head sideways, her eyes did not look at Luo Zhaoyun, but threw herself at the table and cup, as well as the carved window lattice, the wind on the river surface became thicker and thicker, with water vapor, blowing her hair a little lightly.

Luo Zhaoyun looked at her sincerely, although she was not a daughter, but that kind of coquettishness was precisely feminine, if she changed into a neon skirt, she would definitely be peerless, and she would be captivating to the country.

The picture of time seems to freeze frame, and it is stuck here.

Xiao Yiyi felt that the other party's eyes were staring at her cheeks, and she felt more and more uncomfortable, lacking a little calmness.

"He's younger than me, sister, how could I be blushed by a fledgling teenager?" Xiao Yiyi was still wondering in her heart, trying her best to suppress her emotions, and the blush faded little by little.

"The wind is blowing." Xiao Yiyi said inexplicably, wanting to change the topic and divert Luo Zhaoyun's attention and attention.

Sure enough, after listening to this, Luo Zhaoyun nodded slightly, looked away, and looked at the canal outside the window of the painting boat, where the willow branches on the bank were dancing lightly, and the water lines on the river surface were expanding.

The clouds are low, obscuring the morning light, the fog is misty, and the wind is pouring into the building, which is the prelude to rain.

"The clouds are sinking at the beginning of the day, the mountain rain is coming, the wind is full of buildings, and it is going to rain."

He's reciting poetry again? It's over!

Xiao Yiyi finally restrained her emotions, broke free from the shyness just now, and maintained a pure heart with few desires, but immediately heard two witty words and poems that corresponded to the situation, her body trembled slightly, and she silently read the other party's two sentences, thinking how his talent was like spring water, squirting non-stop!

After getting along for less than an hour, how many touching words have you heard?

This is not what the other party intends to show off at all, but it is at the right time, pinched casually, said so naturally, and the export is generally written, and there is no kind of pretentiousness like Chang'an poets at all.

It's as if every time Luo Zhaoyun says something, he is moved by feelings, and he doesn't realize at all that his own literary talent has shocked others.

Inspired like a spring, Xiao Yiyi now admits that she has this kind of talent.

Originally, she also wanted to take out some of the ancient poems she usually made for him to taste, or a few poems between the two, but now she feels that she should not be ugly.

"Master Luo, why don't you let Yiyi play a song, what do you think?"

Xiao Yiyi thought that what she was best at was piano music and singing, why didn't she regain her confidence from this aspect?

Most of these lyrics and songs are her originals, and there are also some literati talents, such as Yu Shinan and Yan Shigu who wrote lyrics for her, she plans to make her debut to Luo Zhaoyun in the works she has recently created, to see if he is also talented in piano, music, etc., and can he be regarded as a bosom friend?

"Xiuying, bring me the phoenix."

Xiao Yiyi turned her head and called the outer door, and the maid who was waiting at the outer door heard it, and in an instant, she pushed the door into the room with a guqin.

In ancient society, people's cultural accomplishment was expressed by the four talents of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and Fuqin was the first of the four talents.

Cai Yong of the Han Dynasty wrote in his book "Qin Cao": "In the past, Xi made the qin, so to resist evil and prevent fornication, to cultivate rationality, but to be naïve", since ancient times, the qin ceremony has been used as a symbol of morality, used to cultivate temperament, change customs, and then "through the virtue of the gods, the sum of heaven and earth".

The piano is placed on the desk, the color is simple and elegant, but it can better set off its nobility and not vulgarity.

The shape of this piano is exquisite, with a round streamline, strings and emblems, a head and a tail, lips and feet, a belly and a back, a waist and shoulders. The lip name is the dragon lip, the foot name is the phoenix foot, the back name is the immortal, the waist name is beautiful, and every place is very particular.

It is rumored that the founder of the piano is the ancient Fuxi, cutting the tong for the piano, the face is round and the law is heaven, the bottom is like the ground, the dragon pond is eight inches through the eight winds, and the phoenix pond is four inches and four gases; The length of the harp is three feet six inches, like three hundred and sixty days; Wide six inches, like six. The front is wide and the back is narrow, and the elephant is also respected. Below the upper circle, the law is also heaven and earth.

The five strings are like the five elements, the big strings are the king, the small strings are the ministers, and the civil and military add two strings to meet the grace of the monarch and the minister......

At this moment, the maid Xiuying brought another basin of water, Xiao Yiyi got up gracefully, washed her hands, and the maid took the water and retreated, and after a while, she lit an incense burner and put it next to the desk.

Luo Zhaoyun sighed lightly, before stroking the qin, there were still these exquisitenesses, this is no longer a piano art, but a piano way.

"Master Luo, I'm going to play the piano."

"Listen to me!" Luo Zhaoyun put his hands together with long sleeves and asked politely.

Xiao Yiyi nodded his head, his body was graceful, he sat down lightly and gracefully, stretched out his tired ski-white hand, and began to stroke the strings of the piano.

In terms of aesthetics, qin music is summarized into thirteen elephants: male, sudden, urgent, bright, can, strange, wide, cut, clear, light, harmonious, tranquil, and slow, and the musical thought is summarized into seven categories: happy, affectionate, clear, high, sangyi, artistic, sage, and immortal.

And Xiao Yiyi played the song, the tune is tactful and smooth, like the mountains and rivers between the waterfalls, the geese and the flat sand on the desert, and the white snow in the spring, the bitter cold and fragrant plum blossoms, the sound of the piano is not limited by any known ancient music or clichés, but its own original, smart and ethereal, such as fairy music and wonderful rhyme.

Luo Zhaoyun was still paying attention to her face at first, his expression, and the pair of jade hands as beautiful as white butterflies, fluttering on the strings.

At the end, he closed his eyes, opened his mind, and listened closely.

"Ding Ding Ding Dong, Ding Dong Dong......"

The sound of the piano is like flowing water, the rhythm is gradually rapid and complex, fast and slow, but each note is so accurate, and each note still has an unfinished aftertaste, which makes people look forward to and taste it wholeheartedly.

The wind is moving, the boat is moving, and the sound of her piano is also moving, only her person is elegant and quiet, caressing the piano like a fairy, elegant and light.

At this time, it was already raining outside the ship, like thousands of silver threads floating down from nine days.

At first tick-tock, then it grew larger and larger, falling on the surface of the river, on the roof of the ship, making all sorts of 'falling' sounds.

Soon, the raindrops fell from the eaves of the boathouse, like beads with broken threads, and finally joined together to form small columns of water, which rattled and rattled.

The sound of the wind and rain, the sound of the rivers flowing, was pulled by the sound of the piano, and seemed to be integrated into it, which made Luo Zhaoyun marvel at Miss Xiao's piano skills, empty and beautiful, as if communicating with nature, has gone beyond the secular tune, back to the basics, and the artistic conception is more beautiful.

(PS: I hope you can like this kind of truthfulness, artistic conception beauty, although abstract, but can relax your heart.) ）

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