The carriage made its way around the lake, leaving long ruts in the soft and waxy earth.

"Stop a little longer." Qin Zhirou stopped the driver again.

The horse's pace slowed as the sound of the harp sounded by the lake.

The sound of the piano came from a young man in plain clothes, sitting on the edge of the lake, plucking the strings randomly and messily against the weeping willows on the lakeside that had not yet borne fruit.

Qin Zhirou is a noble lady who has dabbled in standard piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she is the best at understanding the rhythm, she can hear that this seems to be random, but it is actually a rhythm played under the strong control of the vocal range. And from the sound of the piano, she could tell that the owner of the piano was sad.

Don't be gloomy.

This is an emotion similar to herself, and Qin Zhirou suddenly resonated.

She lifted the curtain and prepared to get out of the car.

"Girl......" the coachman called her, a little worried.

"Huh?" Qin Zhirou turned her head, somehow.

"That, girl, worry, don't be deceived by that little white face." The coachman is an honest man, he only knows that Qin Zhirou is from the north, and the sound of the piano is so intermittent that he can't make up the tune, he only thinks that Qin Zhirou is good-looking, and he is worried that she has not seen the prosperity of the imperial capital, and when she first came to the imperial capital, she was deceived by this little white face who couldn't even play the piano.

"It doesn't matter." Qin Zhirou looked in the direction of the piano sound, and her heart suddenly calmed down, and she laughed, which was even more beautiful.

"I like it." Qin Zhirou said, and then she turned to thank the coachman, with a smile on her face that had not completely dissipated.

This sentence "I like" Qin Zhirou said freely and naturally, no longer with immature shyness and rejection of the beautiful future that has not yet come, but only that natural and generous, appreciation and respect...... Commiseration.

Qin Zhirou could hear many meanings hidden in the sound of the piano, and more importantly, the sense of fragmentation made her think a lot.

The coachman stayed where he was, and then he realized that there was such a beautiful girl.

And by the lake, the young man also heard the conversation between the coachman and the girl not far away, and he looked at the carriage parked not far away with some curiosity, and the beautiful woman who walked down from the carriage.

The boy is delicate, probably because he is sick, and the lack of light for a long time causes his skin to be extremely white. Qin Zhirou got closer and saw that the young man was sitting in a wheelchair and stroking the piano.

Qin Zhirou found a stone to sit down, and it didn't take long for a servant-like person to hand her a cushion made of wool, Qin Zhirou was not polite, she thanked her and put it under the stone she was sitting on.

The disabled boy never saw an audience, and every time he was alone on the lakeside, he would occasionally be ridiculed by passers-by, and suddenly there was an audience, which caught him somewhat off guard.

"You don't have to worry about me." Qin Zhirou said this to him, and then thought about it and added a comment: "Your piano plays very well." ”

Qin Zhirou's words brought great encouragement to the young man, and he no longer plucked the strings messily, but started his performance seriously.

The sound of the piano has three sounds, heaven, earth and man. The strings in the young man's hand played a new note that was cold and immortal, ethereal and beautiful, and lonely and graceful. If the sound of the piano is like snow, it is cold and cold, covering the heavens and the earth, and it will be pale for another life; If it is flowing water, slender and long, gurgling without its end, without a beginning; If you forget the loneliness, you will not ask for the grief.

Qin Zhirou dragged her chin and listened quietly, she liked this unknown tune that she had never heard before.

If she is like a woman walking with fireworks under the night sky, even if the night is better than the day, she is always in the dark.

This song expresses the desolation in her heart, the multi-day escape has lost its effect, her wounds have never healed, and she can only see bloody wounds when she lifts the gauze with the pain. And this time her pain is revealed, and this time her pain is known.

It was as if a lighthouse had appeared in the endless deep sea, and the burning hope could be seen.

The piano was played for a long time, and the young man's attainments were very deep, and his piano was missing the last string, but this did not affect his improvisation. The two-person show was a success, with the performers engaged and the audience hooked.

After playing a song, the boy was very excited, although it was a sad song, but he still couldn't hide his love for his work, which was his highest level of creation recently.

"Very good tune." Qin Zhirou waited quietly on the side for a long time, and after tasting the rhyme, she applauded the young man.

"Thank you, sister!" The young man was very straightforward, he couldn't get up because of his lower body illness, so he could only hold the qin and bow to Qin Zhirou to thank him.

"What's your name?" Qin Zhirou continued to ask.

"Lin ......" The boy became shy.

The old slave who had been waiting on the side reacted immediately, he immediately glanced at the young man, and then quietly approached Qin Zhirou.

The identity of the young man is very important, although Qin Zhirou is just a passerby, but if his identity will be exposed, then even if he kills innocents, he will not hesitate to kill him, this is his mission, to get those sins that cannot be washed away for his young master.

"Huh?" Qin Zhirou didn't hear too clearly, she didn't notice that the old slave of the young man who had been hiding well was leaning in like herself.

"Don't be rude!" The young man could see it, he was familiar with the whereabouts of his guardian, and he could guess what he wanted to do next, he hurriedly stopped him, he knew how strong the old slave's execution was, and he didn't want this beautiful sister to die in the next second.

The old slave stopped, after all, the boy did not say his name.

Qin Zhirou turned her head to look at the old man who was a little embarrassed, she understood the reason, and she let out an "oh".

"I'm asking for the name of the piece." Qin Zhirou explained.

After discovering that this was a misunderstanding, the boy smiled a little awkwardly.

""No Self" ...... "But No Self". The boy added, and finally settled on the name of the piece.

But there is no self, the fireworks in the sky are full of self, and the whole world is happy but there is no self.

"It's a good name." Qin Zhirou nodded, she agreed with this name.

The boy also thinks so, this name is indeed very consistent with the current artistic conception.

Both of them are people who have been excluded by this world, no matter how happy the world is, it has nothing to do with them, and the two of them are now the same kind in this regard.

The two of them didn't have much communication and exchange, but they both had a hint of joy, and it felt good to find their kind in their respective desolate worlds.

"By the way, my name is Lin Sixing, and my sister is convenient to inform ......?" In the end, the boy still said his name.

"Qin Zhirou." Qin Zhirou responded.

She looked at the boy's legs, and suddenly understood the meaning of the name, and she smiled goodbye to the boy.

"I'll be here tomorrow...... This place, it's beautiful. ”

Qin Zhirou left such a sentence, and the young man's heart rippled.

But without me, I suddenly liked the name

The forcibly poetic original title of "Why should the Qiang Di complain about the willows" was withdrawn

(End of chapter)