Lu Lingqi couldn't wait to go up and punch this perfect face, laughing! Laugh at you big-headed ghost!

Lu Lingqi was annoyed and embarrassed, and snorted:

"Hmph, what's the big deal, the husband is just talking on paper!"

It turned out that Zhang Fan had never played the piano in front of Lu Lingqi, so Lu Lingqi thought that Zhang Fan couldn't play the piano, and he was just a trick with a strong outside. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After all, everything is easier said than done. Zhang Fan is already well-read and has a wide range of knowledge, it is not surprising that he knows this knowledge, but there is such a thing as piano art! Seeing is believing.

Zhang Fan smiled faintly and did not refute, but began to tell the story:

"During the Warring States Period, Song Yu, a native of Yan of Chu, met with King Xiang of Chu. King Chu Xiang asked: Sir may have misbehaved, right? Why do all the men and the people not praise you so much? Then Song Yu told King Xiang about one of his experiences: there was a person who sang in the capital, at first he sang "Xiali" and "Ba Ren", and there were thousands of people in the capital who sang with him; Later, he sang "Yang'a" and "Pickled Dew", and there were hundreds of people in the capital who sang with him; When he sang "Yang Chun" and "White Snow", there were only a few dozen people in the capital who sang with him; In the end, the voice of the voice is the sound of business, and the sound of the feather is the sound of the feather, and when the sound of the flow is used, there are only a few people in the capital who follow him. ”

Zhang Fan's peach eyes squinted lightly, his nose bridge was straight and his thin lips were slightly hooked as if he was smiling, and there was a hint of playful smile at the corner of his mouth.

Lu Lingqi heard the fog cover of the clouds and mountains, and said suspiciously:

"Don't drag the text for me, it's stinky and sour, what the hell do you want to say?"

Cai Yan smiled and explained for Zhang Fan:

"The meaning of the prince is probably to say: his piano skills are very high, and the reason why he didn't play it before is just because the music is high and low, and no high-level audience can appreciate the essence of his piano music, so it is not often shown in front of people."

She continued: "Legend has it that the pre-Qin luthier Boya once played the piano in the barren mountains, and the woodcutter Zhong Ziqi was able to comprehend the meaning of the mountains and flowing water in the song. Boya exclaimed: "Good, the heart of the son is the same as my heart. After the death of the child, Bo lost his voice due to toothache, broke the piano, and did not for the rest of his life, which is probably what it means. ”

Lu Lingqi's smiling flower branches trembled, leaned forward and leaned back, glanced at Zhang Fan and said:

"Hahaha, it's okay for you to fool others, but you can't fool me. Spring and white snow, high and low? How dare you say it! ”

Zhang Fan looked up at the sky at forty-five angles, looked at the moon and chanted:

"Birds have phoenixes and fish have kun. Phoenix, striking nine thousand miles, the clouds, the sky, soaring above the underworld; How can the eagle of the fence be as high as the heavens and the earth? Kun, the ruins of Kunlun in the morning, exposed to the Jieshi, and stayed in Mengzhu at dusk; How can the salamander of Fu Qize measure the size of the river and the sea? ”

Lu Lingqi understood this sentence, and it was clear that Zhang Fan claimed to be a phoenix and a kunyu, and compared her to "a little eagle jumping under the fence" and "a little salamander in a deep pond with a foot in the water".

Ah! How can this be true? Lu Lingqi's hands itched angrily, suppressed her anger and said:

"Okay, since my husband is so confident. Sister Yan is also a master of the piano, so it is better for her husband to offer her ugliness today! ”

Hum! It seems that this little girl is still angry about being taught a lesson by Zhang Fan in bed during the day, and has been thinking about revenge, but this time you may have miscalculated.

Zhang Fan said to Cai Yan: "Please also borrow the piano." ”

Cai Yan smiled and said, "Prince, please take care of yourself-"

Zhang Fan sat down in front of the small coffee table, and gently tried to play a few times, the timbre was mellow and mellow, and there were indeed scorch marks at the end of the piano. Zhang Fan praised:

"Good piano. Could this piano be Jiaowei? ”

Cai Yan was surprised: "It's Jiaowei." Do you know the name of this piano? ”

Zhang Fan said with a smile: "I once heard an anecdote: when Cai Zhonglang was in Wuhui from afar, he rescued a section of plane wood that had not been burned and had an abnormal sound in the fire. According to the length and shape of the wood, he made a lyre, and sure enough, the sound was extraordinary. Because there are still scorch marks left at the end of the piano, it is named - scorched tail. ”

Cai Yan nodded: "What the prince said is right. This piano is my father's favorite thing. When the capital was moved to Chang'an, my father gave up a lot of belongings, but refused to leave the piano. ”

There is also an interesting fact about the origin of the "Jiaowei Qin":

In the first year of Guanghe (178), Wuyuan Taishou Wang Zhi secretly accused Cai Yong of resentment and slandered the imperial court. So Cai Yong had to flee for his life and live in seclusion in the land of Wuhui.

It is said that one day when he was sitting in his room and playing the piano, he suddenly heard a crisp popping sound from next door, and he couldn't help but be shocked, raised his head and pricked up his ears to listen carefully for a few seconds, shouted "not good", jumped up and ran to the neighbor's stove.

Walking to the fire, Cai Yong didn't care about the fire, and reached out to pull out the piece of paulownia wood that had just been stuffed into the stove as firewood, and shouted loudly:

"Don't burn it, don't burn it, this is a rare piece of good material for making pianos!"

Cai Yong's hand was burned, but he didn't feel pain, and was pleasantly surprised to blow and touch on the paulownia wood. Fortunately, the rescue was timely, and the paulownia wood was still very intact, so Cai Yong bought it. Then carved meticulously, meticulously, and painstakingly, this piece of paulownia wood was finally made into a piano.

When this piano is played, the timbre is wonderful and unparalleled. Because there are still scorch marks left at the end of the piano, it is named "scorched tail". "Jiaowei" is famous all over the world for its pleasant timbre and unique manufacturing method, and is one of the four famous pianos in ancient China.

……

Zhang Fan gathered his mind, sat upright and stroked the piano, lowered his eyes and face, gently twisted slowly, calm and steady, leisurely, slender and graceful fingers danced with the strings like flowing water, and people moved with the sound.

The wisps of piano sounded slowly, and gradually dispersed leisurely like a tide, subduing and frustrating, euphemistic and tortuous, drifting into the distance little by little.

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.

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Lu Lingqi was instantly dumbfounded, and Cai Yan also calmed down and listened carefully. The sound of the piano is like a clear spring, better than the green smoke. Qingyue is tactful, sad but not sad, reaching a supreme and wonderful realm.

In the sky, the crescent moon is hazy; On the ground, the sound of the piano is ethereal; Between heaven and earth, the sound of this piano echoed for a long time......

The sound of the piano echoes in the small courtyard in the moonlight, but it is like a clear spring to wash away the dirt of the soul and the tired dust for every passerby, like a clear spring gargle stone, and the wind and morning dew——

Cai Yan let go of his thoughts, and gradually merged with the smart and beautiful sound of the piano, fluttering like a fairy; There is a sense of detachment from the red dust, out of the dust and the wind, "the heart is condensed and released, and the ten thousand transformations are combined".

The moonlight was like mercury, slightly cool sprinkled on her face, Lu Lingqi closed her eyes, and shook her hands in the scene. The sound of the piano is elegant and crystalline, tranquil and beautiful, as if you are in the water, and your heart is happy. In the melodious sound of the piano, I seemed to smell the fragrance of flowers and heard ...... The sound of flowers blooming.

……

At the end of the song, the two girls were still immersed in the fantasy township created by Zhang Fan with the sound of the piano and refused to wake up. Lu Lingqi's face was already flushed, and she bowed her head silently without saying a word, not daring to look at Zhang Fan.

Cai Yan realized it for a long time before he spoke: "Dare to ask what kind of song this is?" ”

Zhang Fan said word by word: "Plum blossoms, clear the wind; plum blossom two lanes, make snow; Plum blossom three lanes, make light and shadow; The dark fragrance floats, the water is clear and clear, ......" (to be continued.) )