"A-Li?"

Yang Jian also felt very happy when she saw Ah Li.

Today's Ah Li is wearing a blue and purple dress, with black hair, tied into two high pigtails, and when she walks, the pigtails flash and flash, Rao is interesting.

"Brother Yang Jian, come in, Ah Wen told Brother Ah Li to enter the house quickly!"

Ah Li walked to Yang Jian's side, took the initiative to grab his little hand that he already knew how to be cold, and walked towards the house.

Ah Li's little hands are soft and warm, and holding them is like holding a piece of warm jade.

"Thank you."

Yang Jian let his little hand be grabbed by Ah Li and entered the Li Mansion together.

When passing by Jiading's side, Yang Jian deliberately glanced back at him, and then smiled at him.

The family's face turned red, and his expression was sincerely frightened.

"Miss?"

Jia Ding suddenly spoke up and called Ah Li, who had already crossed half of his body.

"In the future, if you are kind to people, if you see Ah Weng's handwriting and don't invite guests in quickly, it will be your dereliction of duty, and next time you make a mistake, I will ask Ah Wen to drive you away!"

Ah Li is young, but she speaks with a sound on the ground, a picture of the majesty of a little master.

"Yes, yes, miss, the little one is wrong!"

The housekeeper's face was pale.

Yang Jian turned around and glanced at Jia Ding again, his face was a gloating expression.

Ah Li didn't pay any attention to the housekeeper, and took Yang Jian's little hand and walked quickly all the way to the yard.

Li Guinian's mansion is really not wide.

After the two of them walked for about ten minutes, Ah Li finally Ting.

Yang Jian took a look, but found that this place was only the middle of the house.

Because there are still layers of eaves in front.

And under the towering eaves in the nearest place, there is an empty stage.

The stage area is very large, at least 100 square meters.

In the center of the stage, at this moment, three men are standing or sitting.

Three men are alike.

From the face to the figure to the clothes to the temperament and demeanor.

Especially their temperament, they are suave and elegant.

An artistic style.

made Yang Jian's heart cry out in amazement.

"That's the second uncle and the third uncle, today is the day when Grandpa and the second uncle and the third uncle rehearse a new song together, it's really time for you to come, and you will have ear sticks later."

Ah Li pulled Yang Jian and sat down on a stone in front of the stage.

The stage is located in a wide and secluded and beautiful courtyard, the yard is very large, paved with green bricks, and countless flower beds.

On the stage, Li Guinian stood at the very edge of the stage, and his lips were a turquoise green flute.

On the ground diagonally opposite him, sat a man with a drum in his arms.

Drums.

This drum Yang Jian once saw it in a TV series, and the performer at that time was Tang Xuanzong Li Longji.

And in the middle of the two, a man dressed in white, with a white face and a green beard, bright eyes and bright teeth.

Only he didn't have a musical instrument at hand.

"It's the uncle who plays the drum, and the one standing in the middle is my second uncle, listen to it, the second uncle is about to sing. The song that the second uncle is going to sing today is a song that Grandpa and the second uncle have prepared together for a long time, and it is a brand new track. ”

Ah Li's eyes were always looking at the stage, and her face was also full of expectation.

Yang Jian couldn't remember why these interesting stories weren't recorded in the history books?

It's all those fight-kill-kill-kill-war battles.

It's boring.

He prefers these vivid historical figures to those years and historical facts in textbooks.

Like Li Bai.

Wang wei.

Meng Haoran.

Li Xiang, Zhang Zheng, and Zhang Jiuling walked in front of them one by one from the history books, but they were all so cute.

Just when Yang Jian was distracted, a flute suddenly burst into the air.

The flute sound is clear.

It is like the wind blowing through the boundless desert.

The yellow sand is fine.

It seems to be stirred by the sound of the flute.

Layers of fine sand seem to start floating in front of you.

Yang Jian's heart was shocked, how could there be such a soul-stirring flute sound in this world?

How could such a thrilling melody be?

His eyes were quickly pulled back to reality by the people on the stage.

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He saw that the flute was really Li's grandfather, Li Guinian.

Yang Jian felt that his lips must have been touched by the hand of God, otherwise, how could he caressed such a heavenly sound with a breath and a piece of bamboo?

And just when Yang Jian was stunned, the flute had just ended, and another sound of clapping the drum surface sounded.

The drums beat loudly.

But the aftermath is endless.

One, two, three, the rhythm sounds simple, but the coherence of each rhythm is amazing.

The drum beat seemed to have a horse coming from afar, stepping on the yellow sand, crossing the barren grass, and facing the rising sun at the desert border. And the morning sun is like blood, the wind is like tight, and before long, the flute enters again.

The clear Yue of the flute and the vast distance of the drum stir each other and are full of each other.

The scene of the side plug is like a picture scroll gradually spreading out in front of you.

And Ah Li's second uncle's lips opened lightly, and a sound stream was like a cold current over the desert frontier:

"The north wind swept the white grass and folded, and the snow flew in August.

Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom.

Scattered into the bead curtain wet curtain, the fox fur is not warm and thin.

The general's horns and bows are uncontrollable, and they are all cold in iron clothes.

The sea is dry and icy, and the gloomy clouds are bleak and condensed.

The Chinese army returned with wine and drinks, Huqin pipa and Qiang flute.

The snow is falling in the twilight, and the wind and red flags are not overturned.

Luntai East Gate sent Jun to go, and when he went, the snow was full of Tianshan Road.

The mountain loop turns around, and the snow leaves a place for horses. ”

The singing voice is clear, the timbre is rich, and the emotions are full, in this era when the microphone amplifier has not yet been invented, even if it is still dozens of meters away from the stage, it still sounds like it is right in the ear, the wide range of voice, the high pitch, is jaw-dropping.

Thinking of the mighty national voice draft he participated in that year, even if he was the champion that year, compared to the second uncle of Ah Li in front of him, he was just a yellow-mouthed child.

And this song turned out to be the poem "Bai Xue Ge Sends the Military Judge to Return to Beijing∏" that Yang Jian told Li Guinian that day, and Li Guinian said that he wanted to compose music for this poem on the same day, but he didn't expect that in just a few days, he had already done what he said.

What's even more shocking is that although the time is short, the completion of this song is still unbelievable!

"Brother Yang Jian, what do you think of the song Grandpa and Uncle Second Uncle?"

Ah Li waited until the singing was completely finished, and then turned her head to ask Yang Jian, who had been silent beside her.

"It's so good, I think it's the best song I've ever heard, really."

Yang Jian's eyes were already full of tears.

How many times can we hear such a natural sound?

If it weren't for the chance of crossing over, he would never have imagined that in our ancient times, our ancestors already had such superb musical expression.

"Well, my second uncle, like my father, is also the best singing person in the world."

Ali is also very proud.

A look of adoration on the little face.

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