"Wang Xiangguo, please forgive me for being rude. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIt's not that I don't want to treat your friends slowly, it's just that I really don't want to meet outsiders. Jiang Qiaoqiao said softly.

Wang Yuan smiled: "That's nothing? The girl has the freedom of the girl, and others have no right to force it. ”

Jiang Qiaoqiao nodded slightly and said, "Thank you Wang Xiangguo for your understanding." Wang Xiangguo is indeed an empathetic person. Does Wang Xiangguo know why I want to invite you to Cuifang Building? ”

Wang Yuan smiled: "I want to know too." Could it be as Shen Zifang said, because I guarded Yangzhou, Miss Jiang had a good impression of me, so she ...... Hahaha. ”

Jiang Qiaoqiao frowned and said, "Then what did Shen Zifang say?" I just asked him to send a message for me to invite Xiangguo to come here, what kind of dirty words did he say? ”

Wang Yuan laughed and said, "Well, it's inconvenient for me to relay this." Miss Jiang wants to know, you can ask him yourself in the future. ”

Jiang Qiaoqiao said in a deep voice: "Ask him?" It's not necessary, these people pretend to be Sven, but in fact, they have dirty thoughts, and I don't think it's dirty to say a word to him. ”

Wang Yuan smiled and said, "Miss Jiang is very arrogant, why did the girl invite me to meet?" Do you know that I don't know people with dirty stomachs? ”

Jiang Qiaoqiao looked directly at Wang Yuan and said, "Of course you are different. ”

Wang Yuan smiled: "Then I don't understand, are you and I familiar with it?" ”

Jiang Qiaoqiao thought for a while and said, "I have never met you before, but I think I am very familiar with you." ”

Wang Yuan smacked his lips and shook his head: "I really don't understand this. ”

Jiang Qiaoqiao stood stunned for a moment, then suddenly walked to a wall on the side that was covered by a curtain, stretched out his hand and pulled it hard, and the entire curtain fell to the ground with a thud. But on the exposed white wall, the words written on the wall were revealed.

"It's ...... What the? Wang Yuan said in surprise.

"Please Wang Xiangguo take a look at it himself." Jiang Qiaoqiao said softly.

Wang Yuan walked over, only glanced at it, and was stunned. Written on the wall are the poems I have written. From 'leaving the grass on the plain' to 'a few plums in the corner'. From 'it's hard to say goodbye when we meet' to 'draw the knife and cut off the water, the water flows more'. All of his previous portrayals or pirated works are listed on it one by one, and the ink is a poem.

"This ...... What's going on? Wang Yuan said in surprise. Look at the handwriting on the wall, upright and beautiful, up and down in an orderly manner, the words are like hairpins, and the dots are like orchids, as if they are from the hands of women.

"Wang Xiangguo, these are all your poems. You ask me why I know who you are, poetry is like your humanity, and I have read all your poems, so of course I know what kind of person you are. Therefore, I believe that you are certainly not the kind of person like Shen Zifang. Is this reason enough? Jiang Qiaoqiao said quietly.

Wang Yuan smacked his tongue and said, "You wrote this?" ”

Jiang Qiaoqiao smiled and shook her head: "No, this was written by someone else, but I used to grind ink on the side." It was written by a senior. ”

Wang Yuan was even more confused, frowning and said, "I'm confused, what do you mean by inviting me?" ”

Jiang Qiaoqiao turned around and took out a thin booklet from the bedside, handed it over, and said, "Wang Xiangguo, take a look at this again." ”

Wang Yuanhu took the booklet suspiciously, turned the first page, and wrote a few lines of words in hairpin letters: "The life of the slave, love music and rhythm." The way of music and rhythm is not for the right, not for the strange, not for the glamorous, not for the amazing. The way of music is that words and music are in harmony. Words convey meaning with songs, and songs convey feelings with words, which are consistent and harmonious, and can reach the center. Because of this idiot, every time I encounter a good word, I am moved, and I want to compose music for it, but I am afraid of mistaking his poems, and I hesitate every time. Therefore, it is advised that it must not be sung openly unless the poet agrees, so as not to misunderstand the meaning of the poem. ”

Wang Yuan frowned and thought about it, and understood the meaning. Flipping back, the entire booklet was full of music scores, and the peas and tadpoles were full of strange symbols, but Wang Yuan didn't know any of them. However, the poems attached to the score are all poems written by Wang Yuan, which are the songs composed for the poems that Wang Yuan once wrote.

"This ...... What the hell is going on? Wang Yuan became more and more surprised.

"Wang Xiangguo, do you know who I studied with?" Jiang Qiaoqiao asked quietly.

"Isn't it the first singer of the Tang Dynasty, Xu Hezi's predecessor?" Wang Yuandao.

Jiang Qiaoqiao smiled and said, "Yes, the slave is her closed disciple." Wang Xiangguo actually knew about it. ”

Wang Yuan said: "Of course I know that a few years ago in the capital, I had the privilege of listening to a song by Xu Hezi's predecessors. Immediately shocked, I still can't forget it. The reason why I was invited here today is to know that Miss Jiang studied under Xu everyone. ”

Jiang Qiaoqiao nodded and said: "I see, it turned out to be the face of the teacher, so Wang Xiangguo was willing to deign to come." I thought it was my Jiang Qiaoqiao's name that attracted Wang Xiangguo, but it seems that I think too much of myself. ”

Wang Yuan smiled: "I didn't mean that either, after all, I don't like to go in and out of such occasions, and I don't mean to despise Miss Jiang." The name of Miss Jiang is said to be the best in the southeast, and I have also heard of it. ”

Jiang Qiaoqiao waved his hand and said: "Wang Xiangguo doesn't have to take care of my face, I am naturally far from my teacher." Xiangguo has heard the clear voice of his teacher, and naturally the singing voice of anyone in the world is not attractive. I don't care about that. ”

Wang Yuan said with a smile: "Miss Jiang is an open-minded person. But I don't know what all this is about, can you explain it, I am confused. ”

Jiang Qiaoqiao nodded and said, "Okay, the slave will start from the beginning." It was seven years ago that his mentor came to Yangzhou from the capital. At that time, the old owner of Cuifang Building was still alive, and she and my mentor were close friends, and my mentor settled in Cuifang Building. At that time, the slave was only ten years old, and when my teacher saw that my voice was very good, he accepted me as a closed disciple and instructed me in singing skills. As stated on the title page of this score, the teacher is obsessed with music and singing, and whenever there are good words and poems, he can't help but itch to compose music to harmonize with them. At that time, Wang Xiangguo became famous in the capital, and the poems he wrote were circulated all over the Tang Dynasty, and his teacher was full of praise for Wang Xiangguo's poems and writings, almost obsessed. In order to compose a good song for Wang Xiangguo's poems, she recorded Wang Xiangguo's poems on the wall by herself, so that she could appreciate and ponder the poetry at any time between daily life and compose music for it. That's why you see the poems written on the wall. ”

Wang Yuan nodded abruptly and said: "I see, I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, my poems can enter everyone's eyes, and I am really fortunate to have three lives." ”

Jiang Qiaoqiao smiled and said: "Why should Wang Xiangguo be humble, you know that these poems of yours are the best in the world." It's just that the teacher said that your poems are not in the same style, sometimes unrestrained and heroic, sometimes plain and straightforward, sometimes delicate and timeless, sometimes heavy and obscure. So she couldn't figure out what kind of person you were. If she doesn't know what kind of person you are, she won't be able to fully understand the meaning of the poem, and she won't be able to compose the music exactly what the poem is intended for. It can be said that composing music for your verses has exhausted the energy of my mentor in the last few years. ”

Wang Yuan's face was slightly hot, thinking that these poems were all masterpieces of several famous artists, of course, the styles were different. Xu Hezi delved into his own poems, and naturally had some doubts. I am afraid that everyone who is proficient in poetry will have the same doubts. I am really ashamed to deceive the world and steal my name so indiscriminately. Wang Yuan swore that from now on, he would never again carry other people's poems and texts to himself, because it was too shameless.

"But I don't know where you are now? If I can meet my senior, I can explain it to her in person. Wang Yuan said.

Jiang Qiaoqiao looked at Wang Yuan and sighed deeply, and said: "It's a pity that Wang Xiangguo can't see her, and his mentor drove to Hedong three years ago." ”

Wang Yuan was stunned for a moment, frowned and sighed: "It's a pity, it's a pity, there is no more Xu Hezi in the world." The years are really ruthless. ”

Jiang Qiaoqiao said: "Fortunately, my teacher's last time was still comfortable, and he finally completed the composition of Wang Xiangguo's poems before he died. This score was her last effort. It's just that none of the tunes on this have been sung publicly. ”

Wang Yuan frowned and said, "Why is that?" ”

Jiang Qiaoqiao said: "Didn't Wang Xiangguo read the words on the title page seriously? The reason why the teacher became the first singer of the Tang Dynasty is because she is not only obsessed with music and rhythm, but also has a cautious attitude. But if it doesn't fit the meaning of the lyrics, she will never sing it casually. Although she spent several years composing these pieces, it was not poetic if she could not get the approval of the poet. Therefore, although the music was scored, when the teacher was dying, he instructed Yu Nu that the slave must find an opportunity to meet Wang Xiangguo himself, and sing the music to you in front of Wang Xiangguo, until you feel that you agree, these songs can be sung publicly. As a closed disciple of the teacher, how dare the slave disrespect. So in the past few years, I have never sung a song from this score. Because I must get Wang Xiangguo's approval to fulfill my teacher's last wish. That's the real reason why I asked Wang Xiangguo to come here. ”

Wang Yuan was stunned, this thing sounded a little nonsense, but Wang Yuan could quickly understand the meaning. But like Xu Hezi, he has performed singing to the pinnacle of skills that no one can match. All of them are extremely obsessed with their careers, and they are to the point of nitpicking. In other words, it is precisely because of this attitude that no one else can reach the pinnacle. It is precisely because you can't tolerate blemishes and casualness that you can become a legend. This is also Xu Hezi, and so is Gongsun Lan next to Wang Yuan. Gongsun Lan was originally a master of sword dance, but she was finally able to understand the way of swordsmanship from sword dance, which was also the result of many years of careful study without distraction. If she hadn't pulled her down from the clouds, Gongsun Lan might have become a figure who doesn't eat fireworks in the ethereal clouds, who knows? But even if he has become a child beside him from the cloud fairy, in Gongsun Lan, Wang Yuan can still see the nitpicking and excellence in martial arts, and cannot tolerate any flaws. This is an attitude shared by both calligraphy, painting, music, dance, and martial arts, and even top people from all walks of life.

The reason why Xu Hezi became Xu Hezi is not only her voice that is difficult to find, but also the comprehensive achievement of her bearing, voice, tunes and lyrics. Thinking about it at the beginning, the reason why I never forgot Xu Hezi's amazing song was really because of Xu Hezi's voice? That's not exact, but it is the overall impact on the overall performance of her entire appearance and singing that makes people feel a feeling that goes straight to the heart and will never be forgotten.