The sound of the piano flutters, like a butterfly dance, lingers in this snow-covered street.

The sound of the piano penetrates into the hearts of the people, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow, sometimes high and sometimes low, noisy and intricate.

It was like the stream in the village singing, and it was like the wind blowing through the old tree, and the leaves rustled, and it was like a mother's call. The sound of the piano whispers, a thousand words, the way is endless, the piano is difficult, and the love is difficult.

Zhang Yu listened to the sound of the piano and looked for prestige, only to see an old man in green clothes in a pavilion not far away, with slightly white sideburns showing traces of time, and his eyes were slightly closed, but it did not affect his fingers on the guqin at all.

Zhang Yu was deeply attracted by the sound of the piano, approached the pavilion, and stopped to listen.

Occasionally, passers-by pass by, but they do not stop or listen, and for them, the sound of the piano seems to be non-existent.

The picture seems to freeze frame, a child, an old man, a guqin, only the hurried passers-by and the excited notes are moving.

This is much more shocking, much better and more emotional than the concerts I have listened to before.

This song should only exist in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world.

"Hey, Xiao Yuzi, what are you doing there?" Xiao Ling'er saw Zhang Yu leave alone and asked, but this question was a bit loud, breaking the unique tranquility.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the old man put his hands on the strings, opened his eyes, and looked around.

It's over, it seems to have disturbed others, why is this girl's voice so loud, and she is causing me trouble again.

"Old man, I'm sorry to disturb you." Zhang Yu apologized, pulled Xiao Ling'er's sleeve, and quickly apologized to others.

Xiao Ling'er pouted, looking reluctant.

Before Xiao Ling'er could speak, the old man opened his mouth first, "Don't get in the way, don't get in the way, the streets and alleys are already noisy places, but the old man's piano skills are not good, so he will be affected, don't blame you." With that, he moved slightly, and he didn't know how long he had been sitting here.

"The old gentleman laughed, the gentleman is superb on the piano, and this piece is the best song I have ever heard since I was born."

"How old are you, child, how many songs have you heard, and I'm afraid that you haven't even learned words, how can you know what a piano is, what music is, and what a song is? Could it be that you are self-paced? ”

Hey, I've been living for 30 years, and I've listened to a lot of tunes and read a lot of words.

"The boy didn't know the rhythm, but everybody knew music."

"Ridiculous, how can you understand the piano if you don't know the rhythm, do you want to walk before you learn to climb, boy, the piano is as deep as the sea, music, it's not that easy!"

"Otherwise, everyone has an understanding of music in their hearts." Zhang Yu did not show weakness, and got into a relationship with this old man.

"Then what do you have to explain the unfinished pleasure I just had?"

"This joy is like flowing water, if the breeze is blowing, the light and heavy are staggered, the slow and slow are connected, if the water jingles, if the breeze blows the trees, the wind blows through the water, and the water holds up the breeze. . . ."

The old man looked incredulous, this song is called Breeze and Water!

"However, Mr. is just playing the wind and water, but he is not in love, so he will be affected." Hmph, underestimate me, I just want to hit your confidence, Zhang Yu played Xiao Jiujiu.

"Oh? What do you mean by that? The old man is still in shock, is Le really so easy to understand? Suddenly, when I heard Zhang Yu's words, I was also interested.

"When I hear this song, what I hear is the stream of my hometown village, the customs of my hometown...

"How can the feng shui of the poor countryside be compared with the majestic wind of the Han River!"

"But I also heard the words of my mother in the village, this is love, this is the piano."

Those who play the piano are ruthless, and those who have feelings hear the piano.

The old man froze, but now he was taught by this little friend.

Yes, I've been playing the piano for a long time, but I've even forgotten my love, no wonder I always feel that the piano music is no worse than when I was young.

Xiao Ling'er on the side looked at the old and the young, you come and go, you say one sentence to another, as if she doesn't exist.

"What kind of wind and water, what are you talking about?!"

Suddenly, the old man seemed to think of something, and his hands jumped on the strings again, playing a clear tune. Qu Ba looked up at Xiao Ling'er, ignoring Zhang Yu's puzzled eyes.

"Girl doll, did you hear the song just now, do you feel anything?"

"The song just now? Oh, it sounds like different flavors of sugar gourds floating, colliding with each other and making different sounds, but I've eaten too much and don't feel anything. ”

The old man laughed when he heard this, this song was written when he was young, called the piano, talk about the piano, love the piano, move the piano, emotional, my favorite piano, in this female doll, but it became a sugar gourd, but interesting, not everyone understands the piano, but everyone has his love, everyone has the music in his heart, the old man has been taught!

"Thank you!" The old man solemnly thanked Zhang Yu.

This solemn thank you also confused Zhang Yu, but he still politely replied, "You're welcome!" ”

"Little doll, I don't like an ordinary child when I hear you talk and speak, I don't know what your name is? I don't know where the teacher came from, and who he learned? ”

Zhang Yu snickered in his heart, I graduated from a prestigious university, and there are too many teachers to count!

"Mr. Hui, the boy's surname is Zhang, his name is Yu, I don't have a teacher, I'm just an ordinary child!"

"Hmph, how can any child call himself an ordinary child! Just say it! But if you have some free time, you can go to this pavilion, and I can reluctantly accept you as an apprentice and teach you the way of music and rhythm! ”

Yes, it turned out that I was going to accept apprentices! If Zhang Yu usually has nothing to do, it is not bad to come here to learn the piano and accept the influence of music, but at this time, the capital of Luoyang is almost gone...

"Mr. Xie is kind, but the kid is dull and has mediocre qualifications, so I'm afraid I will lose Mr.'s face."

Oh?! There are still people in this world who want to refuse me to be his teacher, which is rare.

"Little doll, have you ever heard of the name Cai Yong?"

Cai Yong?

Zhang Yu felt that the name was a little familiar, and tried hard to think about something, Cai Yong, Cai Yong.

Ah, that Eastern Han Dynasty writer, musician, father of Cai Yan, Cai Yong, known as Cai Zhonglang, Cai Bo!

Zhang Yu's heart was like a nuclear bomb exploding, and he had just questioned Cai Yong's piano, oh my God! Unbelievable, stunned.

Cai Yong thought that the child was stupid when he heard his name, and he was very satisfied with the effect.

Xiao Ling'er looked at Zhang Yu who opened her mouth wide but didn't say a word, and wondered, doesn't this Xiao Yuzi usually talk back and talk back one by one, why is she speechless now. Who is this Cai Yong, why haven't I heard of it, go back and ask my mother, she must know.

Zhang Yu was embarrassed, what should I do, or I should answer him, the opportunity is rare. But I still have to make some preparations for the upcoming war.

"Huh? Why don't you speak? ”

"Sir... I... ”

"Xiao Ling'er, Xiao Yu'er, come here, go home!" A female voice came from not far away, it was Yan, I saw a bag in her left hand and a bag in her right hand, and the people behind her also exaggerated bags of things.

Ah, thank you, Mrs. Yan, it's really time for you to come, I hate to make decisions the most. Zhang Yu pulled Xiao Ling'er's sleeve and said goodbye to Cai Yong, "Mr. Xie is kind, but I should go home, if I have free time in the future, I will come here more to listen to Mr. stroked the piano!" ”

Before Cai Yong could answer, the two of them ran away.

For the first time, Cai Yong was suspicious of his own fame, so much so that when he returned home, he grabbed his subordinates and asked, "Am I not famous?" Am I not famous? "It made a lot of trouble.

On the way home, the more Zhang Yu thought about it, the more he regretted it, why didn't he agree, maybe he could see Cai Yan if he agreed, she was one of the best beauties in the Eastern Han Dynasty, but now she seems to be two or three years older than me, and I don't know what she looks like.

Looking at Zhang Yu with a look of remorse, Xiao Ling'er was also very strange, what happened to this Xiao Yuzi today, it is very different from the past, is it because I didn't give him a sugar gourd to eat, but he didn't eat it himself, don't blame me!