In the middle of the lake, several boats are close to each other and connected, and then people on each boat can come and go with each other. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Among them, there is a painting boat that is different, and the painting boat is almost all dressed as scholars, and around the painting boat, there are several people who look like guards.

An old man came out of the boat, dressed in ordinary clothes and smiling, as if listening to the music intently.

Shen An looked at it, this old man he knew, it was Meng Qingran and Mrs. Meng.

During the Dragon Boat Festival, Meng Qingran also came to the West Lake.

Shen An doesn't know much about Meng Qingran, but he probably knows that Meng Qingran is a person, indifferent to fame and fortune, and free and easy, but he is a rare and elegant person.

Shen An was still thinking about it, and suddenly he seemed to feel something, and looked in the direction where Meng Qingran was, only to see Meng Qingran also looking over this way.

Meng Qingran smiled at Shen An and pointed to the place where the song came from, the meaning of which was obvious: Young man, yes, wow, you can also compose music.

Shen An hugged his fist from afar and shook his head slightly to show that he was very modest.

Seeing this, Meng Qingran smiled faintly and commanded a few words to one of the guards beside him.

After a while, the guard didn't know where to get a small boat, and slid to the shore, and the guard approached Shen An.

"Shen Gongzi, Taifu invites you to sit on the painting boat." The guard smiled slightly.

Shen An was stunned, and then glanced at Meng Qingran on the painting boat: "Uh, okay, let me explain." ”

After speaking, Shen An said a few words to Li Mingzhu and the others who were watching the acrobatic performance, and then boarded the boat with the guard.

got on the painting boat, and Meng Qingran was in front of him.

"Haha, Zhongping Xiaoyou, don't come unharmed." Meng Qingran touched his beard.

"Hehe, it's rare for Taifu to come to this West Lake once." Shen An said with a smile.

Meng Qingran paused slightly, and then laughed: "Zhongping Xiaoyou is wrong, this West Lake land, the scenery is pleasant, and the old man naturally comes often, but Zhongping Xiaoyou doesn't know." ”

"Oh?" Shen An was slightly surprised, in his opinion, Meng Qingran's resignation at home was nothing more than writing and writing poems at home. The scenery of this West Lake is indeed good, but there are many people with mixed eyes, and Meng Qingran will not come often if he wants to come.

But thinking about it, in fact, it is relieved, if Meng Qingran is not as high-profile as today, it is okay to come often.

"I heard that Zhongping Xiaoyou composed a song a few days ago? Well, I heard someone playing it just now, and the aftermath was lingering, but I didn't expect Zhongping Xiaoyou to compose music, which really surprised the old man. Meng Qingran said.

"This, in fact, is nothing, it's just a tune, Taifu doesn't have to care." Shen An didn't want to talk too much about the tune, otherwise Meng Qingran would have to let him show it.

"Eh, you can't say that, your song is really well composed, and the old man didn't feel anything when he heard it for the first time, but after listening to it for the second and third time, he gradually discovered the charm of the midterm. The old man thought, Zhongping Xiaoyou is a rare talent for my big ginger, the poem he wrote before was wonderful and gorgeous, and now he is composing music. That being the case, the old man thinks that today is also the Dragon Boat Festival, why don't you wait for me to have some surprises? Meng Qingran looked at Shen An, and then looked at the other scholars and talents on the painting boat, most of whom were his protégés.

"Yes, Brother Shen, today you will let me wait to open my eyes."

"It is said that Brother Shen's poetry is the best in Lin'an, and I don't know if I have the ear to hear Brother Shen play tunes again."

……

"Haha, Zhong Ping's little friend is going to resign, Zhong Ping has made a song, and the Dragon Boat Festival is probably going to be a lot more exciting." Meng Qingran smiled, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, he was very optimistic about Shen An.

"This ......" Shen An shook his head helplessly, wanting to refuse, but he inadvertently caught a glimpse of someone eating pastries on the shore. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, and this opportunity might be able to attract some popularity to the restaurant's business.

At that time, the chocolate ...... will be launched again

"In that case, then it will be ugly below." Shen An arched his hand towards Meng Qingran.

Meng Qingran smiled with satisfaction, stretched out his hand, and a guard brought a guqin.

Shen An sat in front of the guqin, frowned and thought for a while, which song to play, at this time, the playing on the painting boat in the center of the lake had just ended, and after the song was played, whether it was on the shore or some people on the painting boat, they all clapped their hands and shouted for another one.

Suddenly, a scholar on the painting boat held a folding fan in his hand, and on the fan was written four words quite domineering: rare and confused. Shen An thought about which song to play.

After stroking the qin for a while, he looked sideways in the direction of Li Mingzhu and the others, Shen An plucked the strings with both hands, and the first sound sounded.

At this time, the West Lake visitors have just finished listening to a song, and then they hear someone preparing to play the piano, and they can't help but look towards the source of the piano sound.

"This person seems to be that Shen Zhongping." A person who seemed to have seen Shen An spoke.

"Shen Zhongping? What tune is he going to play? Hearing that it was Shen An himself, the others couldn't help but wonder what beautiful tunes Shen An would compose, and they also happened to confirm whether the song played by Shui Murong was really composed by Shen An.

Shen An concentrated, had no distractions, and played up, he naturally didn't know how to sing, on the one hand, his voice didn't seem to be very suitable, on the other hand, maintain a sense of mystery and hype it......

He just sang silently in his heart:

Lanting Pro Ti is like a flowing cloud

Under the moon, the door pushes the heart as carefully as your footsteps

Busy and busy, the millennium monument is easy to expand, but it is difficult to expand your beauty

Authentic and sincere, who can I give it to

The shepherd's flute blows rice wine and a few dishes

The afterglow of the sunset is as shy as your drunkenness

The facsimile is easy to write, and the ink fragrance does not fade, leaving the same aftertaste with you

Who did a line of cinnabar circle?

It has nothing to do with Fengyue, and I am waiting for you to reply

The hanging pen is a must, and the waves on the shore are thousands of stacks

It's not right to understand the love word

And I don't have you to know all your life

……

This song is played like this, the sound of the piano is melodious, and the visitors by the West Lake seem to be unable to bear to disturb the sound, just listen quietly, as if intoxicated......

On a painting boat in the middle of the lake, Shui Murong opened the curtain and looked at Shen An.

The years fell and the city disappeared in an instant

Bluestone Street looks back and smiles, you are graceful

I hated it, you shook your head and sighed softly, who made you frown

And the deep boudoir leaves the smell of rouge

The human goose Nanfei turned around and glanced at you with tears

Pick up a handful of moon hands and remember how to sleep

How can you be concerned about sewing and embroidering shoes and needles and resentment

If you complain about butterflies, who will you complain about?

……

Li Mingzhu and Xiaohe also found Shen An playing on their side, Mo Wan'er and Xiaohe, the two little girls, saw Shen An sitting on the painting boat, with a green clothes and scarf, and an indescribable temperament between their hands stroking the piano, they couldn't help but puff up their little faces slightly, and their eyes were full of admiration, after all, they were just two little girls.

Li Mingzhu was calm and composed, but he still couldn't hide the proud look in his eyes.

It has nothing to do with Fengyue, and I am waiting for you to reply

The handwriting is worthy and not afraid of right and wrong in the world

The rain hit the banana leaves for a few more nights

I'm waiting for the spring thunder to remind you who you love

After the song was finished, Shen An played a few more end notes, and the strings stopped.

Visitors are still addicted to it and are fascinated.

After a while, someone reacted, and at this time, when they looked at Shen An again, they seemed to have become convinced.

There was a lot of discussion by the West Lake, as if it had exploded, such a tune, they had never heard of before, and now they heard it, as if they had discovered a new continent.

Meng Qingran touched his beard and savored it for a long time, before he clapped his hands and said, "Good tune, this piece seems to be different from the song that Zhongping Xiaoyou composed before, but I don't know what the name of this piece is?" ”

"Lan Tingxu."