Zheng Lang knew that she had some intentions in doing this. But also not angry.

It is rumored outside that he has a romantic surname, although he has passed, he is not chasing the wind and shadows, look at the two little beautiful girls around him, how to solve it without romance?

For this kind of place, it is not very repulsive, and it is right to relax when you come occasionally. It's just that now I'm short on time, I'm young, and it's not time to have fun and relax.

Sent to the door, Liu Yuniang owed her body and said, "Zheng Lang take care, the slave will not be sent." ”

"Thank you for the piano."

"This is the slave's honor, but the next time Zheng Lang comes to the capital, the slave wants to see how you look wearing flowers (referring to the palace test high school parade)."

"The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment," Zheng Lang laughed, took the two little beautiful girls, and got into the ox cart. But after some secret provocations by Liu Yuniang, this night's spring dreams did not stop. The next day, Jiang Xing'er came in to clean up his clothes for him, and said with a red face: "Zheng Lang, if you want, the slave will accompany you tonight......"

"Here we go again," she continued, knocking her little head. After all, I'm still a little younger, so wait......

Today is the same daytime trip, but outside the city.

The ox cart came to the edge of a small village outside the city, and next to the village was a small road. The person I visited was in this temple.

drove over, patted the door of Daozhuang, and a middle-aged Taoist inside opened the door and asked, "Xiao Langjun, who are you looking for?" ”

"Is Wei Zhong here?"

"Something is."

"I've seen the chief of the guard."

"You ......"

Zheng Lang said what he meant in the future.

Wei Zhongzheng asked with some curiosity: "You are the Zheng family in Zhengzhou?" ”

"Yes."

"Please come in," Wei Zhongzheng let them in, at this time they were not famous, and they lived in this Taoist temple, which was very shabby.

"What is despicable is simple, but forgiveness is one."

"The mountain is not high, but the name of the immortal. The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. Si is a burrow, but Wu Dexin. What's the ugly one? ”

"Haha, Zheng Xiaolang is really an elegant person. But I don't understand, the piano held by the little maid behind you is also a good piano, why do you still ask for the piano? ”

"It was a dead thing left by his father, and the boy did not dare to abandon it. This is for another person...... "These people are half-hidden and half-out, their surnames are noble, and Zheng Lang did not hide it, and told what happened.

"Okay." Shi Zhongzheng was in awe.

It's just been teaching piano skills for a few months, which actually makes this young man take it so seriously. And the identity of that woman is so cold. His eyes rolled again, and he said: "I still have a handful of piano in my hand, and I will finish it, but I have one condition, I heard that Xiaolang's calligraphy and painting art is unparalleled in the world, can you send me a calligraphy and painting?" ”

"Oh, the words of the Taoist chief, dare to disobey his fate."

After finishing speaking, he drew a "bosom friend map" for Shi Zhongzheng. The front borrowed the famous work of the great god of Shaanxi Province "Jishan Travel Map" painting meaning, painted three mountains, also occupied two-thirds of the area of the picture, but slightly different, in addition to borrowing his raindrops and mountain stones, slightly added Tang Bohu's long axe split, the mountain is more steep and tall and majestic, the mountain is not the same, that is the mountain seen from Sanmenxia, and deliberately only painted one mountaintop, the other two are only painted to the mountainside part, expressing the height of the mountain, so that the picture can not be accommodated.

Under this oppressive and majestic mountain, small axes and small nail heads are used to outline a more detailed close-up scene with cirrus clouds. A waterfall comes from the mountain and flows down into the big river at the foot of the mountain. There are trees and stones by the river. There was a woodcutter sitting on the stone. There was a boat in the river, and on the bow sat an old man playing the harp, and a boy stood silently on the side.

Strictly speaking, this is the first time Zheng Lang has drawn his own picture.

There is also a suspicion of a hodgepodge, and the traces of patchwork and axe chisel are very obvious. However, he has painted a lot of paintings in the past four years, and in the past two days, he has observed the paintings of three top masterpieces, which has given him some inspiration. Leaving aside the shortcomings, the whole painting can be regarded as a good work in terms of momentum, metaphor, layout, and composition. In particular, the majesty of the three mountains and the softness and simplicity of the close-up view have an impact on the vision.

The painting is very large, nearly one meter high and more than forty centimeters wide. Zheng Lang started painting from the morning when the sun was on the third pole, and continued to paint until the sky was slightly dark, and then he finished it with great difficulty.

It's hard to say whether it's worth it or not, if you want to cut a good piano, the materials are sufficient, it will take a few months, if the materials are not enough, with the current process and conditions, it may take a few years.

Moreover, affection is inherently priceless and cannot be measured simply by money.

"It's good to draw, can you write?"

"Okay," Zheng Lang replied. Picked up the brush and wrote a small poem: In front of the Boya ** Chu Palace, the color boat sails on the Chu River.

The clear water dragged the remnants, and the cold smoke drifted around the mountains.

Stop the boat to look at the maple evening, and gently chant the phoenix tail chord to the moon

At the end of the song, there is a guest reef praise, and the mountains and flowing water will not disperse!

Or tell the story of the bosom friend of the mountains and rivers. Boya, the scholar of the Jin Kingdom, was a Chu person, and the King of Jin sent Boya as an envoy to the Chu State. After completing the errand, he looked at the township, said goodbye to everyone and friends, and boarded the boat allocated by the king of Chu to return home. I parked down on the road and stroked the piano to the moon. Suddenly, he heard movement in the grass, and the soldier went down and captured a woodcutter. When I asked the reason, it turned out that I was late for chopping wood, and I happened to listen to Boya playing the piano, and I thought it was wonderful, so I dived in the grass on the reef.

Boya laughed, and you listened. But underestimate the person, this person's name is Ziqi, and a conversation made Boya feel broken, so he stroked the piano for him and tried his true skills. As soon as he played the strings, he had a high mountain in his heart, and the child said: "It's beautiful, and it means that the mountains are also high." The tone of the piano changed, and he said: "It is beautiful, and its ambition is in the water." "Let Boya be even more heartbroken, pity him, and give him a bonus to persuade him to study hard.

The second time he sent an envoy to the state of Chu, he deliberately went to find the child, who knew that after the child period was persuaded by him, he cut wood during the day and studied hard at night, and his mental strength was exhausted and he died of illness. Boya came to the grave of the child and cried, and after crying, he said, "The child is not here, who can understand my piano sound." Smashed the phoenix tail piano and stopped playing the piano since.

This is a beautiful thing in the history of the piano, but the ending is miserable. So Zheng Lang's poem only picked up the previous story, and it ended without dispersing. It is also taken from the meaning of elegance.

"Good words, good poems." Wei Zhongzheng was overjoyed, and said, "Xiaolang, can you play a song of mountains and rivers for me." ”

This sentence has a metaphorical meaning, I am the sub-period, and you will be the uncle of the scholar doctor of the Jin Kingdom, and the future is immeasurable.

If you are an ordinary person, you will either be able to bounce up, and then it will not be beautiful. Either you will be furious, and you can't touch these elegant things.

Zheng Lang smiled slightly and said, "How about our ensemble?" ”

"Good!"

The two played the piano together for a song "Mountains and Flowing Water". At this time, the small village also alarmed them. Wei Zhongzheng is not famous, but at this time, Zheng Lang is in the limelight, and many onlookers came. But the two of them didn't seem to realize it, and they smiled at each other while playing.

After the song, the two laughed again and didn't say goodbye, it's too vulgar!

While laughing at Zheng Lang, he boarded the ox cart with the piano and returned to the inn.

The violinist is generally very good at the piano, and he can't play it himself, so how to cut a good piano is not the industrialization of later generations. But if you want to improve, you have to find another master.

One of the people I was looking for this time was a real guqin master, a high monk who knew it.

It is also a very famous inheritance in the Northern Song Dynasty, which originated from the piano master Zhu Wenji, and was recognized as the first piano skill in the world. Zhao Kuangyi killed his brother and nephew inexplicably, afraid that the world would not be convinced, so he made many famous halls to correct his name. Including the transformation of the strings, I want to change the seven-stringed piano to a nine-stringed piano, and I want to try to compare with King Wen of Zhou.

This change is very incomprehensible. Originally, the five strings could not be played with a last sound, so the descendants added two strings to make up for the que, which was exactly seven strings, and the sound was wonderful. And the width is just right, otherwise it will become a nine-string, and the hand is not big, and it can't be reached at all. Or a squeeze, the distance between the strings is also a strict standard, squeezed together to tie the nest, what other timbre can there be. Zhu Wenji faced Zhao Kuangyi's pressure and always disagreed.

Guqin did not let Zhao Kuangyi spoil it.

He died early, so he passed on his disciple to Yizhong Master. But Yizhong also died. Yizhong passed on his piano skills to Zhiyue and Yihai, the latter of whom was more skilled than the former, but at this time he went to Fahua Mountain in Yuezhou to practice the piano. It is impossible to go to Yuezhou to observe the piano skills.

It can be known that it is in a temple in the capital.

It was he who visited him.

The temple is not big, but after handing the name card in, the little monk ran out and said, "Zheng family Xiaolang, my master said no." ”

I actually ate the closed door again!

Zheng Lang didn't have a good breath, anyway, he had to wait for Wei Zhongzheng's piano, and there were still more than ten days. So sit at the door of the temple, put the guqin on the stone, and began to play, first play "Autumn River Night Moon", the Song Dynasty must not have it, the first to see in the Ming Dynasty, according to Zhang Ji's famous poem The moon falls and the sky is full of frost, which has a special fingering, called playing round, using it to describe the bell, a very interesting technique.

Great monk, are you excited?

At the end of the song, there was no movement. Again, it is Mingren's "Guqin Yin" adapted from the story of Su Dongpo and a woman falling in love. The song is very resentful.

Then came to "Spring Dawn Yin", a group of harmony! Smile broadly!

and then to Jiang Kui's "Ancient Resentment", which is passionate and heroic, but also bitter and sad.

Then he went to "Double Crane Listening to the Spring", which was transcendent.

The door of the monastery opened again, and a great monk who was less than forty years old walked out and said, "Amitabha, little benefactor, you are too rash. ”

But then he said something that made Jiang Xing'er and Si'er dumbfounded: "These good tunes, let Xiao Shi bury them, do evil, do evil!" ”

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