Chapter Eighty-Five: Old Compositions and New Songs
"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. Ma Xiuying immediately smiled, pointed and said: "I don't see it, your face is really big enough, the girl in the Qinglou can order it casually, and it doesn't cost ......money" Under the heavy mood, Su Lian could feel helpless.
He thought of the Pink Moon Tower, and thought of the Holy Maiden Sect, if this power could really be used for himself, why not?
Thinking of this, Su Lian's heart gradually became clear, and he secretly made a decision: all the power and resources that can be used must be managed to be in his hands.
Suddenly, the pipa is soft, the sound of the piano becomes tactful, and there is a sound of drums, or heavy knocking, or crackling and crisp, or light or heavy to join between the two sounds, which makes the piano harmonious, and the tense picture suddenly turns into warm and intimate, which makes people feel warm and full of joy, as if the two people chased each other before, and turned into mutual play.
Thick feelings, deep in it. And Yanran, I don't know if at this moment, she is like me, looking at the moon in the sky and thinking about the person in her heart?
I wonder if she is plump or reduced at the moment? Thinking of her docile and shy appearance, Su Lian unconsciously touched the white jade pendant engraved with a small fish on his chest.
Under the heavy mood, Su Lian could feel the helplessness of his weak strength. He thought of the Pink Moon Tower, and thought of the Holy Maiden Sect, if this power could really be used for himself, why not?
Thinking of this, Su Lian's heart gradually became clear, and he secretly made a decision: all the power and resources that can be used must be managed to be in his hands.
The sound of the pipa changed from sharp to slow, and the sound of the piano began again, and it was also as rapid as the previous sound of the pipa.
At this time, the two voices echoed each other. After a while, the sound of the pipa was urgent, and the sound of the piano was also urgent, as if the two were chasing each other, one in front of the other, not leaving an inch.
This tension came out of the music, so that the listener couldn't help but hold his breath and hold his chest, for fear that if he took a breath, the two of them would chase after him in the music.
Everyone is immersed in this dream-like fumigation, as if thirsty for a sweet spring, frozen to see the sun, and their hearts are hearty and sweet.
At this time, in the slow sound of the piano, a sense of grief and sadness slowly poured out, and even the sound of the drums suddenly became leisurely and sad.
The picture is dim, it seems that under the sunset, the sunset is over, two figures, slender and lonely, the road ahead is long, and I don't know when to return.
"Wow......" Ma Xiuying actually had tears in her eyes, and said in surprise: "Su Lian, this is so much better than your dry singing that day, I can't help but cry......" Zheng Shou looked forward to it, and said: "That day, Brother Su said that you can try a multi-instrument ensemble, and Miss Yue San said that this idea is wonderful." I can't imagine that someone will do it so quickly, and do it so perfectly, I don't know who this master is? ”
"My face is not so big, this should be Brother Su's face, hahaha......" After Zheng Shou finished speaking, he picked up the wine glass and pretended to drink, and did not look at Su Lian's wry smile.
And Yanran, I don't know if at this moment, she is like me, looking at the moon in the sky and thinking about the person in her heart?
I wonder if she is plump or reduced at the moment? Thinking of her docile and shy appearance, Su Lian unconsciously touched the white jade pendant engraved with a small fish on his chest.