Zhu Daolin stood up and went to the inner room to get the zither, and soon saw Xiaoying and the two little girls standing next to their zither with a curious expression.

Xiaoying heard the footsteps and hurriedly retreated and bent down to salute, the two little girls were a step late, and just about to retreat and salute, Zhu Daolin had already walked to his side.

Zhu Daolin grabbed the handle of the suitcase and turned around, hesitated, and asked in a low voice, "How many of you like music?" ”

The two shy little girls shook their heads and nodded again, but the charming little shadow looked at the amiable Zhu Daolin and nodded vigorously, and immediately lowered his head again, and the two little hands crossed in front of him, and ten white and slender fingers were nervously intertwined.

Zhu Daolin smiled and stopped asking, turned around and returned to the tea room, and instructed Xiaohu to bring two square stools, open the exquisitely made leather piano case and take out the guzheng, and carefully put it on top of the two heavy solid wood square stools.

"How can it be so long? The style seems to be more like Lu Zheng...... Husband, you see, there are more than fifteen strings, and it seems that there are no less than twenty! ”

"That's right, I'm afraid it's not just twenty strings, but also that Houyue Mountain, it's strange that it doesn't know how straight it is, but it bends......"

Zhao Xunting also joined in the fun: "The workmanship is very exquisite, it should be carefully carved from the whole Burmese sour branch wood, which is really rare!" At least I have never seen such a beautiful and atmospheric zheng, most of the common sights are made of paulownia wood or white pine in the Lanyi area of Henan, compared with this zheng, the difference is thousands of miles! ”

Over the past few months, Zhu Daolin has a lot of understanding of the musical instruments of the Ming Dynasty, and knows that the popular guzheng is mostly sixteen strings due to the limitations of all aspects, the vocal range is four octaves less than his own zither, and the longest body of the zither is only about one meter two, so after listening to the discussion of several people, he patiently explained the difference, and wrapped the tortoiseshell nails on his fingers with adhesive tape while talking.

Ying Changpei's concubine was surprised again: "Is the uncle wrapped around his fingertips playing the pick?" Why not use a more convenient leather finger cover? ”

"This ...... I'm afraid it's because of the differences in their preferences and playing skills, and I don't really understand. ”

Zhu Daolin really doesn't know how to answer, he has been doing this since he was a child, although he has also seen people use a variety of advanced materials to make active finger covers, but after all, it is a very few, all professional performers use adhesive nails, the difference is only the material, Zhu Daolin's set of tortoiseshell nails in his hand is more expensive because the tortoiseshell turtle catches less and less, but it is definitely easy to use.

Everything was ready, Zhu Daolin instructed Xiaohu to pour tea for everyone, casually played a small melody, used a delicate small wrench to adjust a few strings that were deviated due to moving, and played a short piece of the song to move the knuckles, and raised his head with satisfaction in less than half a minute, ready to say a few kind words before the formal playing, but found that Ying Changpei and his wife and Zhao Xunting all opened their eyes wide.

Mrs. Sister-in-law was surprised and delighted, and asked first without caring about the subtle nature that a woman should have: "Uncle, does this piece you played just now have a title?" ”

Zhu Daolin stammered again, how did he answer the two short polka-style tunes he had just played casually for the purpose of moving the knuckles, which were derived from the Finnish folk song "Song of Throwing Onions"?

You can't explain to Mr. and Mrs. Ying Changpei and Mr. and Mrs. Zhao Xunting what Finland is, right? If it weren't for his mother's strict requirements, his favorite warm-up section was still the soundtrack of the computer game "Contra", so after thinking about it, Zhu Daolin had to say that he played it randomly.

It was precisely because of his sister-in-law's question that Zhu Daolin had to be cautious, gave up the idea of playing a song casually, and chose the beautiful guzheng song "Liang Zhu".

Considering the thinking habits of everyone present, Zhu Daolin still changed the title of the song and explained slightly: "The song that the younger brother is about to play is called "Turning into a Butterfly", which comes from a poignant folk tale, please ask my sister-in-law and two brothers for more advice. ”

After Zhu Daolin finished speaking, he straightened his posture, closed his eyes slightly, and began to play.

After two soft plucking sounds, the beautiful and comfortable introductory melody sounded leisurely, and gradually entered the artistic conception of spring bright and colorful butterflies, which made people feel refreshed and intoxicated.

With Zhu Daolin's flexible fingertips skillfully plucking and shaking, the sound of the piano like a clear spring flowing out, and the soft and lyrical rhyme swirls gracefully in the space of the fragrance of tea.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano accelerated, the rhyme turned into a sorrowful outpouring like a song and crying, the agitated struggle and desperate sorrow rose with Zhu Daolin's smart fingertips, and everyone was worried when they heard it, and the little shadow who quietly leaned on the inner door frame to listen soon burst into tears in the sad and sad sound of the piano like the sister-in-law opposite Zhu Daolin.

After a short pause, the sound of the piano sounded again, and the soothing rhythm brought everyone back to the wonderful fantasy of the wind and the sun and the colorful butterflies flying, until the last sound of the piano went around the beam, which still made people fall into it for a long time, and their hearts were fascinated.

At the end of the song, Zhu Daolin, who was quite engaged, raised his head, and saw Xiaoying who quietly wiped his tears and silently turned in, and when he turned his head again, he was surprised to see that in addition to Ying Changpei and Zhao Xunting, who were sighing in front of him, the walls on both sides of the tearoom were full of maids and servants, looking at their masters with admiration.

Zhu Daolin smiled slightly, motioned to Xiaohu, who was full of pride, to pour himself a cup of tea, and then silently untied the tape on his fingers.

"Virtuous brother and slow!"

Ying Changpei, who came back to his senses, stopped Zhu Daolin and asked convincingly: "May I ask Brother Xian, who is the master of this song?" What's the story? ”

Zhu Daolin thought that you two in-laws were still endless, but in the face of the expectant eyes of Ying Changpei and his wife and Zhao Xunting, he could only answer in a different way:

"This song is a masterpiece composed by the two senior masters of Tianshu Pavilion, respectively, Master He Zhanhao and Master Chen Gang, from the folklore of Suzhou, Hangzhou, Ningshao, and Shao, it is estimated that everyone has heard of it, and there was a beautiful woman named Zhu Yingtai in the Jin Dynasty, who disguised herself as a man and went to the academy to study, and met a classmate named Liang Shanbo and became friends......"

After the tragic love story of an eternal swan song was finished, everyone including the onlookers and servants was sad, several maids who were in the age of spring actually cried bitterly and hugged their heads and left, even Ying Changpei and Zhao Xunting also had red eyes and sighed, recalling Zhu Daolin's piano performance just now, and they were even more emotional, as if Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, who had turned into butterflies, were in front of their eyes.

Only Zhu Daolin's nerves were big, and he smiled and began to untie the fingertip tape, who knew that Ying Changpei's voice sounded again:

"Wait! Wait...... Let's play another song! In the past, where would I believe that people's piano skills are so high, and I always think that the praise of the piano sound and piano skills throughout the ages is purely a beautiful imagination, an impossible wish, and now it seems that I am indeed lonely and unheard, and the sound of the piano is really like this famous saying since ancient times: this song should only exist in heaven, and the world can get a few times to hear it! ”

"Yes, uncle, let's play another song! How lucky it is to be able to appreciate such a superb skill of my uncle, if my uncle stops, I am afraid that we will not be able to eat and sleep when we go back! Mrs. Sister-in-law also made a request repeatedly.

In the end, Zhao Xunting was not far behind: "Brother Xian, let's play another song, the joy of today's housewarming should make everyone happy." ”

Zhu Daolin He once received such lofty praise, and he said that he didn't dare to be right, but in fact, he was extremely useful in his heart:

"Okay, since Mrs. Sister-in-law and the two brothers are so wrong in love, the younger brother is better to obey his fate, and play a more cheerful song, this song is called "Horse Racing", and the master who composed this famous song is called Duobao Daoren, haha......"