Qiantang Fengyue West Lake willows, near the embankment pavilion spring. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

On the lakeside before the March flowers, the Su Causeway is already a willow and a breeze blowing, and the spring swallows are murmuring. In spring, the peach and willow are green, and the tourists are weaving. The winter scene of the broken bridge and the snow falling like white practice has long faded, ushering in the beautiful scenery of the grass growing and the warbler flying and the flowers luxuriant. The spring dawn at the Su Causeway, the autumn moon on the Pinghu Lake, the lotus wind in the Quyuan, and the remnants of the snow on the broken bridge constitute Chen Zhongqing's first impression of Qinghu Lake, which Wang literati and ink writers have sangned for thousands of years.

It's a poetic season for a hike.

Wang Sun Gongzi fresh clothes angry horse, there is a joke passing by him, the West Lake in March attracted a lot of ladies to travel in the company of the maid, the West Lake above the talented people take the painting boat cruise, chant poems against each other, sheng song thousands of miles. If a young scholar accidentally flirts with her eyebrows, it is another good story.

Chen Zhongqing sat in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, clinging to the railing, looking at the turquoise Pinghu in a daze.

There was a fortune teller sitting on the shore of the lake not far away, with broken tables and chairs, and a sign erected next to him, Guigu was a teacher and a friend. When he caught someone, he said with a mysterious expression and said to him, this son, I see that you are blackened today...... During this period, the fortune teller also wanted to move to the Huxin Pavilion, but when he saw Chen Zhongqing's face that wanted to kill, he still gave up this thought.

Bustling with tourists.

A young lady walking with her head bowed and a cane attracted Chen Zhongqing's attention, she was wearing a light white narrow-sleeved skirt, and walked a little gently. There was also a large light blue cloth bag on her back, perhaps because the things she was carrying were a little heavy, and the rope that straddled her chest pulled a strangulation mark on the skirt she was wearing.

She walked in the direction of the Pavilion in the middle of the lake, her steps slow, each step like a temptation. Halfway down the aisle, Chen Zhongqing finally saw the face clearly, which was not amazing but rare to see fresh and refined, and at the same time, the small jasper of the Jiangnan woman was also revealed. The slender and slender ten fingers swayed with the arms.

It wasn't until she looked at him and those lifeless eyes were revealed in front of him that Chen Zhongqing's face showed a look of surprise, and he instantly understood what was going on.

Blindness.

Fences were set up on both sides of the winding path leading to the Lake Center Pavilion, so she dared to walk slowly towards here with a cane.

The woman heard the sound of Chen Zhongqing moving his position, paused at the entrance of the pavilion, and asked softly, "Excuse me, can I sit down here?" ”

"Yes."

Chen Zhongqing gave her a place.

"Thank you, Childe."

The gentle woman smiled, put down the cane with her right hand, bent down to take off the cotton bag, twisted the tightly tied knot with her two fingers, and gently pulled it, and the wrapped cotton cloth slid down, revealing a simple and unpretentious lute.

She sat down slowly, tugged at her side skirt, and fumbled for her finger tips to put them on. Holding the pipa in his arms, he plucked the light strings with his two fingers, making a crisp sound. The chord groove half-covered the delicate face, looming.

The hinge plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before the tune.

Chen Zhongqing learned musical instruments when he was a child and has a certain understanding of pipa instruments. After the woman made a move, the whole momentum became very different. According to the previous teacher of the Guangling faction, it is the style of a famous person.

In March, there are a lot of performing women in the West Lake Pavilion, waiting for the poetry full of ink writers or vassal and elegant laymen to come to listen to the music, a small song three or four to more than a dozen money, there are also a lot of money Wang Sun Gongzi, happy to listen to the willing to spend a lot of money. But the most lucrative is the geisha on the West Lake painting boat, where the rich children of fresh clothes and angry horses spend their money.

The blind woman may have difficulty moving, so she chooses the sparsely populated Lake Center Pavilion.

"Ahem......" Chen Zhongqing wanted to open her mouth to tell her that it was sparsely populated and not suitable for playing the piano, but the blind pianist seemed to have misunderstood something, she turned her head sideways and asked, "Childe wants to listen to music?" ”

“……”

The piano girl was glad to be gentle, and she spoke softly, "A song only costs twelve yuan." ”

Chen Zhongqing touched his nose, since he had misunderstood, it was not easy to refuse the other party's kindness, so he asked, "Girl's name?" ”

The female luthier replied succinctly and clearly, "Song Wanwan." ”

Song Wanwan.

Chen Zhongqing repeated her name twice, and then asked with a smile, "What do you play?" ”

"What does Childe want to hear, "Ni Dress"? "Six"? Or "Yang Chun"? "White Snow"? ”

She reported several common song titles, all of which were elegant pipa tunes that literati liked.

Chen Zhongqing was not embarrassed by the other party, and said casually, "Just a song "Ni Dress". ”

"Okay."

The female pianist didn't say much, the tail note was still lingering in her ears, Song Wanwan beat her finger strings, and the sound of silk and bamboo suddenly broke like a golden stone, sonorous into her ears. She lowered her eyebrows and kept her fingertips on the strings, sometimes gently and sometimes slowly, one by one. The beginning is like mountains and flowing water, the rhythm is gentle, and the slightest is in the thread.

After four or five beats, it takes a sharp turn and the tone becomes anxious and restless. Qingming is approaching, the West Lake, which was originally clear and clear, does not know when the dark clouds are closed, and the March sun is pulled into a line of sky in the dark clouds that roll like thick ink. With the sound of the piano, it became more and more urgent, as if thousands of troops were galloping.

Chen Zhongqing was stunned, he only remembered that in his previous life, in the hands of some pipa masters in the Central Opera Theater, he had heard such an astonishing plucked string playing.

At this time, the pipa tune is rushing down, pouring thousands of miles, the huge waves of Qiantang are thundering, the woman is concentrating on her eyebrows, noisy and cutting, the iron horse gun roars, and finally the four strings sound, and the brocade cracks.

At the end of the song, the rain poured down.

With the abrupt end of the string sound, the West Lake is shrouded in smoke and rain.

Song Wanwan exhaled lightly, and slowly put the pipa on her thigh, her expression flat.

Chen Zhongqing, who came back to his senses, said with emotion, "The mountains are up, the wind of a great country, the girl's piano skills are hard to buy!" ”

In the past, in Bianliang, Chen Zhongqing may have directly sprinkled a lot of silver outside, but now he is taking refuge, and a penny is difficult for a hero, and he will touch some broken silver all over his body and hand it to her.

Song Wanwan chuckled, folded her sleeves sideways and gave a blessing, and then took the broken silver, "Thank you, son." ”

Between the words, the pavilion has been hazy and rainy, the whole West Lake is like shrouded in rain and fog, Chen Zhongqing did not bring an umbrella to go out, can only sit here and wait for the clouds to disappear and the rain to stop, the raindrops are sprinkled on the bluestone street, dripping and clicking.

Song Wanwan listened to the sound of wind and rain, as if she knew the problem of the son in front of her, and said softly, "Is the son in a hurry?" If you don't dislike it, I also have an oil-paper umbrella in my cloth bag, which you can use first. ”

"What about you?"

"I'll wait until the rain stops before I leave."

Chen Zhongqing raised his head, glanced at this piece of smoke and rain in Jiangnan, looked back at the little girl's slender body, and was afraid that she would be caught in the rain and catch the cold, so he had to shake his head and say, "Forget it, you still use the umbrella." I waited for the rain to stop before leaving. ”

It was raining heavily, and the fortune teller who was originally sheltering from the rain under the willow trees by the lake also carried his own eating guy and hurriedly ran to the lake pavilion. After entering the pavilion, he hurriedly slapped his soaked clothes, and secretly cursed that it was not the right time for the rain. turned around and smiled at Chen Zhongqing.

The pavilion in the center of the lake has become the only shelter from the rain within a radius of several miles, and the rainwater flies down the eaves cliffs, forming a rain curtain that envelops the pavilion.

Song Wanwan held the guqin in her arms, stunned.

A few more shadows appeared at the entrance of the pavilion, and a group of traveling scholars forgot to bring umbrellas and ran in the direction of the Huxin Pavilion, still scolding in their mouths, basically saying that the rain had damaged the Yaxing Yunyun they were traveling.

After walking into the pavilion, he kept throwing his sleeves and squeezing the water, and suddenly one of the scholars saw an oil-paper umbrella placed next to Song Wanwan, and saw that the other party was a blind female geisha, and suddenly had a crooked thought.

He crept over to the oil-paper umbrella. I thought I didn't know it, even if the fortune teller and the man hiding from the rain around me saw it, I didn't dare to say anything.

However, he obviously guessed wrong, as soon as he held the umbrella handle, he was grabbed by Chen Zhongqing's wrist, and the scholar was in pain, and with a sigh, the parachute fell to the ground in an instant.

The movement attracted everyone, and even the blind luthier heard the voice, slightly sideways to the delicate side of her face.

The scholar who was holding the sheep raised his head and saw a grim-looking face, Chen Zhongqing opened his mouth and said, "If you do such a immoral thing, aren't you afraid of being seen by God, and the sky will be thundered?" ”