Around the stage, lanterns covered with red veil. With the gentle shaking of the hull. Red light, shining through the red veil. The entire cabin was dyed in the festive colors of a new house.

Strips of soft red tulle hung down from above the stage, enveloping the stage.

Occasionally, the wind blew in, and the thin strips of red veil hanging around the stage danced gently. Through the light veil, you can faintly see the stage covered with fragrant flowers.

A woman in a long white gauze skirt with a light veil covering her face sat quietly behind a table. On the table in front of her was a guqin.

She pressed the guzheng with both hands, and her expression was calm and indifferent. Like Roselle in the river, it appeared on the stage like a dream.

She didn't go on stage to canvass for votes like the previous actors, nor did she smile at the countless talents who held their breath in the audience. During the whole process, she lowered her eyebrows, sat lightly on a sandalwood chair, held the pipa, and looked at the pipa in her arms with misty eyes.

It's like an epiphany that blooms quietly in the night. Beautiful, yet quiet.

Everyone's eyes were attracted at this time.

They held their breath and looked at the snow white behind the swaying red veil without blinking. Looking forward to it, the breeze blows the red veil and glimpses the true face of this woman.

Outside the ship, the night was quiet and the breeze was blowing. The waves on the Qinhuai River that were blown by the wind gently slapped against the hull of the boat, making a gentle noise.

The voice of a lover's whisper reached the cabin. It came to everyone's ears.

In this sudden silence of the cabin, after a long wait, finally, a sound of a zither suddenly came out of the curtain. It came clearly into everyone's ears.

On the faintly visible stage, the woman in white stretched out her white fingers and gently stroked the strings. The white and slender fingers gently plucked the strings.

On the incense burner, green smoke fills the air. A faint fragrance wafted through the cabin. In the intoxicating incense, the woman finally raised her head, walked through the curtain in front of her, and glanced at the various beings under the stage.

Finally saw it!

At the moment when the woman raised her head, all the students who were holding their breath invariably let out a sigh of admiration in their hearts: What beautiful eyes!

It was a pair of eyes full of aura, misty, like the Qinhuai River shrouded in light fog in early spring. When you look at it, you will be deeply immersed in it, and you will not forget it.

In the misty eyes of the woman, there was not a trace of fluctuation. She lowered her head slightly, plucking the strings gently.

The music finally began with a low sound, which gradually intensified. The people in the audience also fluctuated with the sound of the piano.

The sound of the piano is sometimes soothing, sometimes rapid. When soothing, it makes people feel comfortable, as if they are in the beautiful scenery of fairy mountains. Nothing to worry about. When it is in a hurry, it makes people feel entangled and overwhelmed.

The wind blowing into the cabin is also like having a spiritual surname. With the ups and downs of the music, the breeze blew the silk around the stage sometimes gently swaying, sometimes violently shaking.

In the violently shaking silk curtain, the woman's gaze was still as calm as water. She just lowered her head and concentrated on rubbing her mind into the guzheng in front of her.

The slender white fingers were quick and skillful, plucking the strings. The whole person seems to be one with this classical tune.

"It's Guanglingsan!" Zhang Wenshan was well-versed in the past, closed his eyes, shook his head and listened for a while, then nodded with a smile and praised: "What a good skill!" ”

Ning Wangye also closed his eyes, and his fingers gently knocked on the table with the ups and downs of the piano. A look of intoxication.

After hearing Zhang Wenshan on the side say the name of the song with a smile, he also nodded in agreement: "To be able to play Guangling so moving, this woman is really in a good mood!" What does Yongzheng think? ”

He turned his head and asked with a smile, Lu Hengdao, who was sitting next to him.

Lu Heng nodded and said with a smile: "It is indeed a good skill, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as superb!" As Ning Yuangong said, to be able to play this Guangling song so moving, this woman is also in a good mood! Hehe! ”

Before, he had also heard of Guanglingsan. However, it was heard in a previous life, with the accompaniment of electronic music, or when multiple pieces of music were played together.

Maybe there are more highlights, but there is less charm.

And the charm is the most precious part of a famous song. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as the place of the soul. It's just that, in his time, everything was impetuous. Impetuous people, impetuous society, impetuous life. And that overwhelming, entertaining propaganda. It makes the whole person become impetuous.

With such an elegant and charming performance in front of him, even Lu Heng, who used to be at the peak, did not have a chance to appreciate it.

Now, he can be regarded as truly appreciating the pure famous song Guanglingsan, and this woman's performance level is indeed perfect, coupled with that calm as watery look, and Zhuo Ran's temperament, it is the charm of Guanglingsan, which is a little complicated, to the extreme.

It's just that Lu Heng heard something different from the sound of this woman's piano.

It was a kind of cold emotion, and there was a hint of a different atmosphere that was inadvertently revealed. It looks sad, but it's not quite like it.

It must be a kind of hate!

The color that flashed in the music was like a deep scar on the flawless skin of white jade. Although it has already scarred, it looks even more dazzling.

What is she hating?

Lu Heng sat on the chair with an indifferent expression, his eyes passed through the black crowd below, through the silk flying around the stage, and locked on the woman on the stage who was like a lotus blooming in the mud.

Looking at her indifferent and elegant temperament, I was very puzzled.

It's just that none of the people in the field seem to feel it. Even Zhang Wenshan and Wu Ningyuan did not react. It's just that Lu Heng sensitively heard the slightest emotional fluctuation just now.

He turned his head to look at Zhang Wenshan and Wu Ningyuan, who were leaning back in his chair and enjoying the music with his eyes closed. Seeing that they were still so devoted, Lu Heng was a little suspicious in his heart, could it be that I was hallucinating?

However, he then shook his head with a smile, and scolded himself for being troublesome in his heart.

Maybe it's just that the woman has a feeling in her heart for a while, and she has done such a thorough question, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a critic who can't do anything in the later generations, and only knows how to criticize others.

Immediately, he let go of what he was thinking, and enjoyed this famous song for the ages in a relaxed mood.

And the woman in white on the stage inadvertently glanced at the audience. Seeing that almost everyone listened to her own performance, she smiled faintly, and did not look flattered. It's still so indifferent, playing the piano music alone.

However, just as the woman withdrew her gaze, a blind scholar on the second floor who seemed to have not heard her play the piano at all and was looking left and right attracted her attention.

Oh, another nerd who doesn't know what elegance is!

The woman was a little disdainful of the scholar in her heart, and she withdrew her gaze without any hesitation. And then......

Then, the woman suddenly sounded those times, the disciple who had been staring at her by the Qinhuai River. There is also a painting that is sketched with a few brushstrokes, but it is very expressive.

The woman looked back at the second floor, and after looking at the guy for a long time, she withdrew her gaze. The corners of his eyebrows curled up, and he smiled lightly: It's really him!