86_86624 Chapter 89 The piano is the voice of the heart

After the New Year, everything is back to normal, the work that should go to work, the rush to work.

On the one hand, people miss the joy and longevity of the Spring Festival in the past, and on the other hand, they have to join the ranks of busyness, after all, survival is the last word. Over time, complaints and nostalgia have been thrown to the state of Java, replaced by rushing and toiling.

At noon on the 21st day of the first lunar month, Tianfu Square was crowded.

In the open space in the southeast corner of the square, there is a girl dancing with a sword.

The girl was wearing a white practice uniform, seventeen or eighteen years old, with a goose-shaped face, slender eyebrows, and dark eyes, looking delicate and cute. She had a long braid at the back of her head, which hung down slightly to her waist.

A red bow was tied around her braid, jumping with her movements.

She danced earnestly, with every move and style clearly, the silver sword light flashed, and the fiery red sword spike jumped smartly around her, as if echoing the bow dancing on her big braid.

Although the weather was slightly cold, a thin bead of sweat appeared on her nose.

On the side of the flower bed, there was an old man sitting cross-legged, and in front of the old man was a zither. The old man was dressed in old gray clothes, his hair was gray and messy, his face was furrowed, he wore a pair of cheap sunglasses, his thin fingers plucked on the zither, and melodious music came from under his hands.

His eyes were sunken - he was blind.

In front of him lay an iron box, rusty, with a few coins lying alone.

Obviously, these are two entertainers, looking at the age gap, they should be grandchildren.

However, although the two have been busy all morning, their income seems to be very limited. It is no wonder that in this era, people are accustomed to watching martial arts dramas in movies and TV where people fly in the sky, and few people are interested in this kind of unprocessed live-action performance.

What's more, this girl's performance is too serious, one move and one style, like teaching, not like acting, and it is indeed difficult to attract the audience.

A middle-aged man wearing a sweater on his upper body and camouflage pants on his lower body walked up to the old man and sat down. The man is of medium stature, a little emaciated, but very energetic; His hair was a little messy, his eyes were bloodshot, and he had obviously stayed up late last night; The sweater on his body was old, as if he had been worn for more than ten years, and his camouflage pants were dirty and covered with mud.

It seems that he should be a migrant worker on the construction site.

"Old man, I also practiced guzheng for two days in my childhood, I am not good at learning, I see you playing the piano, my hands are a little itchy, I would like to play for you for a while, you take a break, how about it?" The middle-aged man spoke politely.

The old man hesitated for a moment, pushed the guzheng in front of the middle-aged man, and began to move his wrists and fingers himself.

When the sword-dancing girl heard the music stop, she turned her head and asked, "Grandpa, why did you stop?" ”

"Xiaoya, you rest, drink saliva!" The old man said.

The girl named Xiaoya walked over, the middle-aged man smiled friendlyly, the girl didn't appreciate it, threw the sword on the ground with a "dang" sound, picked up the water cup and took a sip, and looked at the middle-aged man vigilantly.

"Your sword dance is very good, and the movements are standard. However, you don't close the beat of the music and dance later, you pay attention to the rhythm of the movements, and in addition, the strength of the movements and the music should be coordinated, the music is soothing and the movements are gentle, and the music is strong and strong. How about you experience the music with your heart, and then think about how to design your movements, and don't stick to the inherent moves? ”

The middle-aged man said to the girl as he plucked the strings a few times, and the sound of ding-dong music immediately sounded, it seemed that he was really not a layman.

The girl snorted, not knowing whether to say yes or not.

The girl rested for a while, picked up the sword again, and stood in the clearing, a golden rooster with the tip of the sword pointing to the blue sky.

The girl is dressed in white and has white shoes, and the long sword in her hand points straight to the blue sky, like a beautiful sculpture, only the red sword spike and the red bow on the long braid, which flutters gently in the wind.

The piano sounded.

The sound of the piano is so light that it can hardly be heard, and when you listen intently, it has stopped, and when you are about to leave, it sounds again, like the sound of dew on the grass leaves on a moonlit night, gently caressed by the breeze, quietly rolling and falling to the ground, sent by the breeze far away, as if there is still nothing.

The girl danced slowly, her movements gentle and light, like fireflies on a summer night, flying lightly over the vast grassland, for fear of alarming the whispering lovers under the grape trellises.

The sound of the piano gradually increased, and the tempo became faster.

It was as if the wind was blowing low, from far to near, like undulating waters, surging towards the shore in waves, and then bypassing the girl dancing the sword and passing farther away.

The girl's sword dance also gradually increased its intensity, and the light flashed when the sword blade swept, slashing, stabbing, and slashing, and the sword carried the wind.

The rhythm of the piano has slowed down, but it has also become majestic and high-pitched.

The moonlight was gone, the sky was cloudy, and the thunder came from the horizon, getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, the moon showed a corner, and people were surprised to find that two groups of cavalry were approaching! There was no thunder, it was just the sound of the horse's hooves, and there were no dark clouds, it was just the dust from the horses' hooves that obscured the moonlight. The drums of the attack sounded like thunder, and the light of the snow sword illuminated the iron armor of the men and horses. The cavalry was like a black wave, pressing down on the opponent with overwhelming force.

The Iron Rider stands out with swords and guns!

The girl's sword became swift and powerful, containing almost all of her strength, and every time she swung the sword, it brought a gust of wind, as if it contained overwhelming power.

I don't know how long it took, but the sound became soothing and desolate.

The dust raised was blown away by the wind, and the moonlight shone on the grassland again. The battle was over, and the steppe was littered with fallen soldiers and horses, and the swords left behind in the grass glittered with blood.

The sun rises and sets, autumn goes to spring. The bloody grassland grows lush grass and trees, colorful flowers are dotted like stars in the sky, and the grassland is peaceful and peaceful.

The girl's movements are light, she doesn't seem to have any moves, just dancing casually, and I don't know whether the person drives the sword, or the sword drives the person, like a butterfly flying on the grassland in the rising sun, free and casual.

The sound of the piano faded away.

The girl slowly retracted her sword and resumed the golden rooster style, and the tip of the sword stabbed vertically upward. Her head was tilted back, fine beads of sweat oozed from her white cheeks, long braids at the back of her head swayed in the wind, and fiery red bows and bright red sword spikes jumped in the wind.

Applause rang out like a tidal wave.

The girl's mind was on the sound of the sword and the piano, and she didn't know when the audience around her had been densely surrounded.

The girl named Xiaoya held a sword in both hands, thanked the audience, and then picked up the iron box containing the money and walked in front of the audience in turn. Everyone donated one after another, and the iron box was quickly filled with coins, and there were also generous spectators who actually threw a hundred yuan bills into the box.

The middle-aged man pushed the guzheng in front of the old blind man, and said "It's ugly" and prepared to leave.

"Please stay!" The old man said, "Since I lost my sight, this granddaughter has dropped out of school, fortunately when she was a child, I passed on these flower fists and embroidered legs to her, and now our grandchildren are struggling to make a living. ”

"Old man, you are serious, the younger generation is passing by, and my hands are itchy for a while, and I can't help but be ugly, it's not worth it," the middle-aged man got up and said, "I'm just an ordinary laborer, I meet in Pingshui today, it's also fate, fate meets, fate is goodbye, the old man doesn't have to mind too much!" ”

The middle-aged man got up and walked out of the crowd.

"This person's piano sound has the atmosphere of a golden iron horse, perhaps... He has a million soldiers in his chest? ”

The old man muttered.

The middle-aged man walked to a supermarket in Tianfu Square and bought a box of cigarettes, and after walking out of the door, he impatiently lit one and put it in his mouth, looking delicious.

When he returned along the same path, he saw that the grandfather and grandson were surrounded by people, and from time to time the girl's shrill cry could be heard.

He threw away the cigarette he had just lit and rushed over in three steps and two steps