Chapter 243: Singing

After the beginning of spring, the sun is shining, and the maids and young ladies in the garden have taken off their jackets, and after taking off the original bloated clothes, the whole person seems to be relaxed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"Official, why do you look so strange about your erhu?" Tanchun brought this musical instrument from the carpenter master dedicated to the Lin Mansion, and when he saw Lin Lan take it out and tinker, he asked with some curiosity.

Lin Lan laughed and said, "Fool, although they are all used to pull, this is not an erhu." It's called a violin. This high-pitched violin is the only interest class that Lin Lan should be grateful to his parents for, allowing him to capture the hearts of many girls during his college years.

He leaned the violin on his shoulder, he hadn't played it for a long time, and it seemed a little rusty, but after trying a few tones, after a little bit of a touch, he was much more comfortable, and the tune was closed.

Tanchun, who was combing his hair in front of the bronze mirror, was suddenly stunned and said, "Heh, how can the official's erhu be pulled on his neck?" ā€

"Ouch, I told you, this is a violin, I didn't hear this scream much higher than that erhu." Lin Lan rolled her eyes, "Isn't there a song from the Poetry Society today, which will help the fun, just right, I, an immortal, also show my hand?" ā€

Tanchun teased: "The official can still sing? ā€

Lin Lan smiled, "You don't inquire, who made the water tune song head and bead curtain sung in the Qinhuai River?" If it weren't for me...... Well, don't talk about it, the hero doesn't mention the courage of the year. He suddenly saw that there was something wrong with Tanchun's eyes in the bronze mirror, and he realized that it was a little inappropriate to talk to his wife about his romantic past.

"Say, why didn't the official say it?"

"Hehe, I'll let you see how powerful the officials are today!"

In March, the spring breeze is like a bath.

In the Dicui Pavilion, several members of the Poetry Society are almost there. The "Chaoyang masses" have not yet allocated funds, so Li Kun took some melon seeds and candied fruit for the sisters to eat and make trouble.

"Immortal, why can't this Mrs. Lingzhou come?"

Lin Lan was stunned for a moment, and she had to turn around in her mind before she came back to her senses and said, "Lingzhou is inconvenient, so I won't come to the gathering." You, an old farmer with rice fragrance, are quite carefree, tossing a small gathering for three days and a big gathering for five days, which makes me itchy and unbearable, and come over to join in the fun. ā€

Baochai smiled: "This pipa in Aunt Lin's hand is so weird, there is still a string here, and the erhu doesn't look like this?" ā€

Tanchun said: "Xue ...... Lu Wujun, you are lonely and unheard. This thing is called the violin, which is a musical instrument of the Western Regions, and the officials are proficient in this instrument, and when they heard that there was a gathering today, they came to help the fun. ā€

Daiyu said: "I've heard that my brother's tunes are well composed, and my brother's tunes are sung on the Qinhuai River and Slender West Lake, why haven't I heard that I am proficient in musical instruments?" ā€

Lin Lan deliberately quipped: "You, a stranger, are mostly in a foreign land, how do you know how much ability I have as an immortal?" ā€

Daiyu was choked and immediately speechless. The sisters covered their mouths and chuckled, but Baoyu was a little unhappy, he should have been in the limelight to control the situation, but how could it have become a scene with Lin Lan as the protagonist.

"I heard that those geisha in the workshop, this instrument is all played and practiced diligently, so that it can be a small success, Aunt Lin should not be self-defeating, and when the time comes, he will laugh and be generous."

Lin Lan smiled, didn't say much, put the violin on her shoulder, tilted her head sideways, and played it up facing the lake.

A song of jasmine, melodious and beautiful, instantly amazed all the women in the pavilion, and even Xichun, who has always been cold-faced, has some ups and downs in his eyes.

The last note fell, and the Dicui Pavilion instantly became silent.

Accustomed to listening to the pipa, erhu, guzheng, and long qin, when the strings made of steel wire pull out the sound of thin sound, no noise of pure color, like a spring in March, like a spring breeze.

"This ...... What kind of tune is this? ā€

Lin Lan put down the piano and turned around, before everyone came back to their senses, "Jasmine, what's the matter, can it still be in your ears?" ā€

Tanchun was so shocked that her jaw dropped when she saw these sisters, and she instantly felt incomparably beautiful, more comfortable than being in the limelight, and hurriedly pulled Lin Lan to sit down, and said, "It's so good to hear." I just thought that the officials were joking, but they were really powerful. It seems that the official poems and songs are proficient in everything and are really immortals from the sky. ā€

Lin Lan took a sip of tea and smiled secretly, brother, has the violin been practiced for nothing in the past ten years?

Baoyu was also stunned, Lin Lan's various magical powers simply broke his perception of his peers, didn't he say that he was a country bun fool? is so proficient, can do anything, even the elders and eldest sisters are recognized and wooed, it can be called a perfect existence, but it is actually a soil bun that has not come from a scholarly family?

Li Kun said: "The fairy has filled in the words of this song of jasmine?" If not, a few of us sisters can help get together. It's just that this rhythm is not like five words, and it is not like seven laws, so what kind of word card is it? ā€

Lin Lan said with a smile: "This song is filled in in the plain vernacular, if you want to listen to it, don't think I sing it badly, but you can hum a few words." ā€

Baochai has always liked music and rhythm, and when he entered the palace to select talents, he naturally knew some songs, and said: "Aunt Lin sing it quickly, such a good tune, I really don't know what words to fill in and what charm can be sung." ā€

"I'll sing it, this word is there, which sister has a rhythm, you might as well hum a few words along with it."

Baochai volunteered: "I have learned a little." ā€

Lin Lan handed a piece of paper to Baochai and said, "You take a look first." ā€

Baochai took the score, read it for a while, and sang softly: "What a beautiful jasmine, what a beautiful jasmine, fragrant and beautiful branches, fragrant and white people praise, let me pick you and give it to someone else's house, jasmine, jasmine, jasmine......"

The words are easy to understand, with the tune, but not cheesy, but a sense of freshness that comes to you. Baochai's eyes flashed brightly, and he couldn't help but applaud, and said, "Aunt Lin is really an immortal, this song is really good, I don't know if this violin can teach me?" ā€

"This ......" Hearing that Baochai wanted to learn violin, Lin Lan didn't know how to answer. I came here at random to join in the fun, "We are a poetry club, how can we learn musical instruments, isn't it selling dog meat on the head of a sheep?" ā€

Baoyu got up and said, "Since there is no poetry meeting today, I am too lazy to stay, let's go!" ā€

Daiyu glanced at the angry Baoyu and said mockingly: "It seems that you can bear it?" If you have a poetry club, you are not alone. ā€

When Baoyu heard Daiyu's taunt, her ears turned red with shame, and she threw up her sleeves and left.

Lin Lan smiled and said, "How can my sister say that about Brother Bao?" ā€

"Aunt Lin doesn't know, when she was still in the back compartment of the old ancestor, Sister Lin didn't bury Baoyu." While Baochai joked.

Daiyu said angrily: "If he doesn't bother me, can he use me to bury me?" It's just that he did it himself. ā€

Lin Lan chuckled twice, this is not there, it is flirting, in front of a different surname, ridicule, that is a naked slap in the face...... (To be continued.) )