"Master, the head of the sect has come over with Secretary Zhang from the province, have you written for him?"

Zhou Nan lazily turned his head from the front of the computer and took off his reading glasses. "It's written, you go to the study and bring the pair of words to them, and I won't go."

The top of the computer screen is a very popular entertainment program in China in recent years. The older he gets, the more Zhou Nan likes some noisy programs, and across the screen, watching those young people funny on TV, Zhou Nan likes to watch them very much. In order to watch these shows without being harassed by ads, he even became a VIP user of several video sites.

He has a lot of money on hand, he doesn't have to spend a penny on food and drink, and he has a brand-new Audi A6 for him to use, and he is willing to spend a little money online.

The apprentice walked out of the small courtyard with the written words, and Zhou Nan sat in front of the computer and continued to watch the video. However, there was soon a commotion outside, and the sound of a loud horn sounded.

"The people of the whole country are united...... oppose the ...... of cultivation, righteousness, Lord, and righteousness"

"Down with the capitalists, down with the traitors...... Down with the right, faction ......"

Zhou Nan was still wondering, and a large group of people in green military uniforms rushed in outside the door. The deputy secretary of the province, who was usually amiable in front of him, held a pistol in his hand, pointed at Zhou Nan and shouted: "Arrest this spy leader and let him know how powerful the people are!" ”

Zhou Nan wanted to resist, but he couldn't move, he wanted to shout, but found that his mouth had been blocked.

In a panic, Zhou Nan struggled desperately, and then suddenly woke up from his dream......

Wiping a handful of cold sweat from his face, Zhou Nan realized that the right half of his body was numb because of the long sleep. Ever since the injury, I have been worried about sleeping at night, for fear of lying flat and pressing on the wound on the back of my head.

It's only now that I'm slowly getting used to it.

Sitting up straight, Zhou Nan found that the sky outside had gradually brightened, but the sun had not yet come out, it should be six or seven o'clock.

He hadn't dreamed for decades in his dream life, so now, he had a somewhat scary dream, but it only made him feel a little fresh.

The situation in this dream will not happen until twenty or thirty years ago, but Zhou Nan believes that this situation will not happen to him again.

After being stunned by the bed for a while, Zhou Nan came back to his senses and put on his clothes. He is still not sure if the earth is real in his dreams, or if he is real now.

Whether it's in a dream or now, it's real and indistinguishable. If it is only true now, then where did the extra knowledge and experience in his head come from? If it's illusory now, but pinching him will hurt and it will hurt when he's hungry, and these can't be faked.

Zhou Nan took down a Taoist scripture from the bookshelf and looked at the cover, this is a copy of Peng Zufang's Chinese law. Without opening the cover, Zhou Nan can clearly remember the contents of the book.

This is not Zhou Nan's current memory, but his memory in his dream, because before returning to China from Europe, Zhou Nan had no interest in other Taoist scriptures except for the guidance method to strengthen his body.

Putting down the book, Zhou Nan took out another copy of the Zhonghuang Sutra, and also recalled it, and Zhou Nan remembered the contents of it.

Zhou Nan no longer doubted that this was not an illusory life, or that his two lives had been fused together, or that he had come to the beginning of his life again, but with the memories of later generations.

The cloth bag was removed from the bookshelf, which contained a dozen flutes and bamboo flutes. In that memory, he had never played the flute since he lost his left hand in 48, but with the wrist of his left hand, he was barely able to play the bamboo flute.

With the cloth bag, he came to the small river far away from the villa, and it was also the place where he met Audrey a few days ago, and Zhou Nan sat on the big rock.

Although John was lame, he was extraordinarily lively, carrying one leg and catching butterflies in the grass. The morning dew soon wet its hair.

Zhou Nan didn't care about it, anyway, with Kelly's diligence, he would bathe it every once in a while.

After opening the cloth bag, Zhou Nan looked at a few bamboo flutes of different specifications, but did not move. In the dream, he did not touch the flute for seventy years, because he lost his left hand in 48.

In fact, even for the bamboo flute, he was able to barely use the wrist of his right hand and left hand to meet the needs of playing the six holes after a long period of practice.

In his dream, he had never learned dizi music, so the dizi music he knew now was only a few folk tunes and operas. But Zhu Xiao, he learned at least hundreds of tunes in that life, many of which are classic songs of later generations.

Before the injury, Zhou Nan preferred the flute, because the timbre of the flute was crisp, bright and expressive.

However, after a lifetime in a dream, Zhou Nan now prefers bamboo flutes. This is not only because Zhou Nanhui has more flute songs, in fact, many flute songs can be adapted into flute songs.

Although the volume of the flute is smaller, the timbre is also lower. The low volume of the blowing is due to the structure of the flute itself. The blowing hole of the flute is very small, and it is inclined inward according to the thickness of the pipe wall, so that when the air flow is large, it will not be able to blow.

However, the flute is suitable for playing low and euphemistic tunes, expressing quiet and distant reverie and expressing delicate and rich emotions. Compared with the brightness of the flute, the bamboo flute is more quiet and elegant, and with the rich life experience in his dreams, he also likes the expressiveness of the bamboo flute more.

took out a hole flute, and Zhou Nan pulled out the protective inner tank. This is just an ordinary six-empty bamboo flute, and it is also a bamboo flute commonly used by Zhou Nan in that life.

Because the holes are not far apart, and his fingers are slender piano hands, he can play smoothly with only a slight support from his left arm.

Sitting upright on top of the big rock, facing the slowly flowing river, Zhou Nan played the moonlit night of the Spring River that he often played.

This piece originated from the sunset drum in the Ming and Qing dynasties, and was originally a pipa song, because the melody was moving, and later generations crowned the name of Chunjiang Flower Moon Night on the head of this song.

In 1925, this piece was adapted into a national orchestral piece in Shanghai, and it immediately became popular all over the country. Whether it is now or in another life, Zhou Nan likes this piece very much, and he does not feel strange at all when he plays it.

When the melodious sound of the flute was remembered, Zhou Nan was quickly immersed in the music.

However, Zhou Nan still found that the influence of his life in the dream was still there, because he had become accustomed to not using his left hand. However, although this caused a few incoherent bars, Zhou Nan found that his performance has now changed from a proficient level to a master level.

Originally, Zhou Nan only knew how to play, or he liked to show off some skills, but now, he can easily let the feelings of playing be sustenance and release, making the performance more infectious.

After the song was played, Zhou Nan put the bamboo flute horizontally in his arms, opened his left hand, contracted it again, and then opened his fingers again.

He was increasingly uncertain whether he had been reborn or had lived through life in a dream. It seems that nothing has changed, but his manipulation of his body has also become a habit of another life.

Now, he has sound limbs and slender fingers that are still flexible, which can make countless pianists envious, but he himself has no habit of using his left hand.

The life in his dreams directly affected his present.

There was a sparse burst of applause behind him, and Zhou Nan turned around and saw two soldiers clapping. Seeing Zhou Nan turn his head, a soldier named Hammer shouted, "Jonas, the bamboo flute you play is getting more and more beautiful, I bet, you are now enough to hold a solo concert." ”

Zhou Nan smiled back and said, "When the war is over, I will definitely hold my own concert." ”

"I'm definitely going to pay for the tickets because it's worth it."

"No, I'll send you tickets then."

He laughed happily, and another soldier named Wren was still sweating after a long morning exercise. He wiped his bare chest with a towel and said, "Jonas, let's do it again, hearing music like this in the morning always makes people feel the beauty of life." ”

"Of course, as you wish." Zhou Nan turned around, thought about it with the bamboo flute, and played the British folk song "Scarborough Market", which is very famous in Europe.

The history of this song is very long, almost a thousand years from now, and the complete score of this song can be found in the tomb of the thirteenth century. And according to the history of English folk songs, the history of this song is even older.

After entering the 20th century, this ancient song has been revitalized after modern interpretation, and Sarah Brightman has become a world-class singer in China because of this song.

Many famous artists in China have also arranged this song, whether it is a guzheng, pipa, or a flute, or a dong flute, there are arrangements for it.

When the music sounded slowly, the two soldiers with musical literacy immediately listened quietly and indulged in the charming music.

The music, the river, the birds chirping in the forest in the morning. Even John, who seemed to be attracted by the music, stopped in a patch of green grass, stopped to look at his master, and no longer cared about the butterflies around him.

Although this piece is not necessarily comparable to the Spring River Flower Moon Night, because this is a European folk song, almost everyone has heard this song, so this time, after Zhou Nan finished playing, he found that more people were standing quietly by the river.

This time the applause was even more enthusiastic, and Hammer clapped vigorously and said, "Jonas, is this your adaptation?" It's just wonderful. I am sure that you will be able to become a world-renowned musician. ”

This time, Zhou Nan used his left hand more effectively and was more satisfied with his performance. He stood up and bowed slightly. "Maybe I'll become a virtuoso in the future, but who knows for sure what the future holds?"