Han Jian was holding a harmonica that he made himself, with a wooden shell and metal reeds, and the sound quality was already very good. At this time, he put it to his mouth and played two notes casually, which were very accurate, and he himself was very satisfied.

The people present all came to listen to the Pan Fuzi Qin Society, and there were many people who played the piano and music, and they had a wide range of knowledge of musical instruments, but no one knew what it was. By the Wei Dynasty, there had been a transverse flute, but few people could play it, and those who had heard the sound of the flute also knew that the melodious sound of the transverse flute was essentially different from the sound of the piano that was similar to the thick tone of the instrument produced by the person holding the object in his hand.

Han Jian just blew casually twice, as if warming up, and soon he stopped, disappointing many people present who wanted to teach him the "stringless piano".

Han Jian turned his head to look at Wen'er, who was holding the damaged guitar with a sad face, and said, "Wen'er, this old puppet said that you are a worm, tell me, are you a worm yourself?" ”

Wen'er blinked blankly, not knowing what Han Jian meant.

"Young master, don't be angry. The old horseman...... The old gentleman said that the slave maid is a worm, and the slave and maid think it's nothing, but in fact, there is nothing bad about being an insect......

Everyone present smiled, and said in their hearts that this little girl was too sincere and ignorant. At a glance, a discerning person knew that it was Han Jian who wanted to find a place for his little maid and establish her confidence, but unfortunately the little maid didn't cause trouble for her master in order to settle things, and even admitted that she was a "worm".

The worm is clearly a curse.

"The light of the worm, can An compete with the bright moon?"

Although in this sentence, "worm" refers to fireflies, fireflies also have a name, shit bugs.

Han Jian glared at Wen'er and shouted, "You are not a worm, no one is a worm!" All men are created equal. Whoever looks down on others actually looks down on himself! ”

Han Jian's words seemed to be sobering, echoing between the four walls of Cuiyang Tower. With the enlightened culture of the Wei Dynasty, it is still impossible to reach the realm of equality for all. Han Jian just let Wen'er regain her confidence.

"Wen'er, do you remember the lyrics I taught you?" Han Jian asked again.

"Uh-huh." Wen'er nodded immediately.

Han Jian glanced at Pan Fuzi and sneered: "Then let that old man see who is the light of the worm and who is the light of the sun and the moon!" ”

Han Jian put the harmonica to his mouth again.

The people present began to get agitated, and they didn't understand what Han Jian was going to do. obviously has the legendary stringless piano in his hand, but he said that he would let Pan Fuzi see the little girl's skills. Could it be that it wasn't this person who played the stringless piano, but the little maid?

"Woo......"

A very melodious tone similar to the piano sounded, followed by a few bright syllables, and several syllables were connected into a very clear music. The voice sounded and said that it was not sudden, because the young man upstairs had already announced it in advance, but when the voice sounded, many people were still startled. The stringless piano still sounded after all, not playing, but blowing.

The tone is very melodious, several sounds are strung together into a bar, and just when the listener appreciates the charm of this melody, the piano suddenly stops. It's as if the beginning is over, and you want to move on to the next paragraph.

Then, Wen'er spoke, drawing everyone's attention to the sound of the piano. What Han Jian played was just a prelude to a song, and he lowered his identity just to accompany Wen'er's cappella.

Wen'er stood there, her feet clasped up, her hands clasped together in front of her, like a little maid standing waiting for her master's orders, but when she opened her mouth to sing along with the tune, her originally lowered head was also raised, and the person suddenly seemed to be a different person, and became very confident.

"Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green, and the sky is ......"

Wen'er sang along with the tune, which was completely taught to her by Han Jian before, and she had also sung with Han Jian's harmonica many times before. It's just that there was only one audience in the past, but this time there were so many people watching, she sang a sentence, and suddenly became a little unconfident again, and after a sentence, there was no back note.

And the melodious sound of the piano is still continuing.

Han Jian didn't sing a sentence when he heard Wen'er sing, he didn't stop playing the harmonica, but nodded to Wen'er encouragement while playing, Wen'er plucked up her courage and still didn't sing.

At this time, no one in the Cuiyang Building was still sitting there watching the excitement, and everyone stood up and stared at the strange master and servant upstairs. Although Wen'er just sang a sentence, it already made everyone feel a kind of shock in their hearts, in the Wei Dynasty, the accompaniment of the original music never existed, and the melodiousness of the melody emitted by the legendary "stringless qin" also made them feel a kind of suffocating intoxication.

What Han Jian played was just the tune that the harmonica beginner had to learn, "Farewell", this piece was very simple, and it was just a few passages repeatedly. When he finished blowing it again, he listened to it a little, and glared at Wen'er with angry eyes, Wen'er was stunned by Han Jian's glare, she was afraid of being scolded by Han Jian, and when the tune sound started again, she finally mustered up the courage to sing the whole song along with the tune.

"Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered. A pot of turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream of the cold tonight......"

It's like a long and distant story, all blended into this tune of endless sorrow and longing, for relatives and old friends. Everyone listened and listened, and they immersed themselves in this tune, imagining the scene of farewell in the long pavilion at dusk, "the end of the sky, the corner of the sea, and the acquaintances are half scattered", when thinking of relatives and friends or far away in the world, or yin and yang are forever separated, the listener's eyes can't help but have two more lines of tears, just like the tune sung, as if there is only a pot of wine, a dream can fade the heart of this longing, but I am afraid that the dream is cold tonight, and I still miss it when I wake up.

Wen'er has a good voice, which can develop the story line of the song coherently in the bass, and sublimate the essence of the song when it comes to the high notes. Coupled with the accompaniment of the gentle tune of the "harmonica" that no one in the world has ever heard, the charm of the music is fully revealed.

There has never been a song that evokes so much reverie. There has never been a tune that can make people hear the sadness and the sadness. When Wen'er finished singing the last sentence "Life is rare to get together, but there are many separations", Han Jian's harmonica sound also stopped. There was silence inside and outside Cuiyang Building, no one applauded, no one coaxed, some were just people full of feelings in their hearts, secretly wiping their tears with the corners of their clothes.

After Han Jian finished playing, he was very satisfied with the effect. Wen'er raised her head, like a singer, and regained all her confidence, and the audience also appreciated the difference between "worm" and "sun and moon".

After a moment of silence, someone finally broke the silence. Pan Fuzi looked angry, and the people had already rushed upstairs.

"The sound of the glamour, the sound of the glamour! You! It's just a glamour! ”

After a few "glamorous sounds", Pan Fuzi seems to want to use his authority to define the tune and maintain the orthodox status of traditional qin music.