"Good! Good! Mr. Shui Jing slapped his hands and said, "At your age, you can have such a heart, and I can't do it yet!" ”

"Sir is polite, you are indifferent and ambitious, and your name will be admired by future generations." Wang Baoyu said.

Mr. Shui Jing sighed: "There is nowhere to show your talent, and you are silent all your life, and it is a luxury to leave a name for future generations." ”

"Definitely!" Wang Baoyu impassionedly complimented: "Mr. is indifferent and has little desire, which is a hundred times better than inviting people to be famous and profitable, and Mr. has the wisdom to know people, and it will definitely be a good story in future generations!" ”

Mr. Shui Jing didn't know the meaning of Wang Baoyu's words, or wanted to recommend Zhuge Liang, the two drank a few glasses of wine, and Mr. Shui Jing was a little drunk: "Baoyu, how about listening to my song of playing the qin?" ”

"It is a great blessing in life to be able to hear the sound of Mr. Piano, what's wrong." Wang Baoyu was interested, and hurriedly got up and said.

It was almost late at night, the moon was in the sky, the clouds were sparse and the stars were bright, Mr. Shui Jing slowly walked out of the hall and sat down in front of the guqin, while Wang Baoyu sat on the side, a respectful gesture of listening attentively.

Mr. Shuijing first looked up at the night sky, then closed his eyes slightly for a moment, and then attached his thin fingers to the strings, and with the rhythm of the old man's fingers, the sound of the piano came out leisurely.

The sound of the piano is very beautiful, some of the style of modern zither music, Wang Baoyu was stunned when he heard it, a look of obsession, until Mr. Shui Jing finished playing the song, he came to his senses.

"Baoyu, can you hear the meaning of the song?" Mr. Shuijing saw that Wang Baoyu was fascinated by what he heard, and couldn't help asking.

"Towering mountains, gurgling water, wind through the jungle, birds singing in the valley." Wang Baoyu said.

"Unexpectedly, Baoyu is also proficient in music, and this song is "Mountains and Flowing Water" in the Boyazi period." Mr. Shui Jing looked stunned and extremely shocked, and added: "This song is something I have asked for with a lot of money, and it is extremely rare. ”

"Mountains and rivers, bosom friends are hard to find, can Mr. have a drum? I want to make a song with my husband. Wang Baoyu was full of interest and boldly mentioned yì.

"Good! Bosom friends are hard to find, Baoyu is really my bosom friend! Mr. Shuijing praised, and then called the servant and brought over a drum.

Mr. Shui Jing plucked the strings again, or this song "Mountains and Flowing Water", and Wang Baoyu followed the beating rhythm learned from the score book sent by You Hengxiang, and the drums cooperated, and the sound of the piano and drums blended together, which had a different taste.

Interested, Mr. Shuijing sang: "I want to fly in the wind, I hate to have no wings!" ”

"I want to drink and talk merrily, and I hate my confidant!" Wang Baoyu and Dao.

"I want to dominate the world, and I hate no sword!" Mr. Shui Jing sang passionately.

"I want to get drunk, and I hate to have no red face!" Wang Baoyu and Dao couldn't help but think of his wife and lover in the distant future, his eyes were sour, and two lines of tears flowed.

Hate no red face! History is far from what I imagined, when is the time to return home? After the song, Wang Baoyu came from it sadly, fell on the drum and cried.

Mr. Shui Jing sighed a lot, and he also hid his face and wiped away tears.

After a long time, Wang Baoyu raised his head and said apologetically: "I made Mr. sad, Baoyu apologizes here." ”

After half a ring, Mr. Shui Jing sighed: "At this twilight year, I have to meet Baoyu, and this life is not in vain!" ”

Wang Baoyu, who was still in her thoughts, wiped her tears and asked, "Sir, do you have a song of lovesickness?" ”

"I think when I was young, Qingqing Zijin, my heart, the little girl next door is beautiful, but I didn't have the chance to get married, and I regret it!" Mr. Shui Jing's face was sad, and he turned out to be an amorous person, so he continued: "I composed a song "Memories of Looks" for this girl, and I am only to understand lovesickness on weekdays, and I am willing to appreciate it with my bosom friend." ”

"Memories of Appearance", what a Lang man's song title, Wang Baoyu took a deep breath, calmed his mind, Mr. Shuijing's eyes were moist, and he played the strings again.

The mournful music floated out from the guqin, sometimes like a whisper, sometimes like sitting alone by the window, expressing a crying lovesickness to the extreme, deep into the heart.

Wang Baoyu is almost stupid, there are such songs in the world, Mr. Shui Jing can be called a musical genius, this tune and melody simply surpasses Beethoven's "To Alice".

After the song, Mr. Shui Jing was already in tears, and Wang Baoyu was also crying, he choked up and said: "Sir, I really like this song so much, can you teach it to me!" ”

"You are still young, why do you need this song of sorrow?" Mr. Shui Jing sighed slightly.

Young? It's just now, in modern times, I am in my thirties, Wang Baoyu said faintly: "Although this song sounds sad, it sways out the grievances in people's hearts, and it is also a blessing for frustrated people." ”

"Those who know me, Baoyu also. If you're interested, don't miss it. Mr. Shui Jing reminded him in the posture of a passer-by, and said: "I don't have much time, this piano and this song can be given to you together." ”

"This is not good, the value of this guqin is too high." Wang Baoyu hurriedly excused himself and said, people like Liu Bei can look down on this guqin, and this qin can almost be described as a rare treasure.

"The value is geometry in the hearts of the people, and it is difficult to find bosom friends, so don't use excuses." Mr. Shui Jing insisted.

Wang Baoyu's heart blossomed, pretending to excuse herself a few times, and finally nodded and accepted it, carefully holding it in her arms, and a vague fragrance immediately came from under her nose.

Speaking of which, Wang Baoyu only knows how to beat the rhythm, and he doesn't know how to play the piano at all, and this "Memories of Appearance" has no music score, so Mr. Shui Jing had to let Wang Baoyu put the piano down again, and showed great patience to teach him to play it hand in hand.

It wasn't until the second half of the night that Wang Baoyu roughly learned this piece, and he also memorized some hints that he could only understand with a brush, which is to be said because he learned You Heng's music score and had some music theory foundation, otherwise it would be impossible.

Mr. Shui Jing took Wang Baoyu's "lecture notes", flipped left and right and read it several times, and he could vaguely recognize a few words, but he couldn't understand the rest.

"This word seems to be high, but it is not high." Mr. Shui Jing muttered to himself, Wang Baoyu wrote in simplified Chinese, where could the ancients determine what to read?

"Sir, this is a secret word, in case I accidentally lose it in the future, the song will not be stolen by others." Wang Baoyu didn't blush and explained for his dog.

Mr. Shui Jing nodded again and again, and did not invite Wang Baoyu to sleep with him, but still let him live in the best guest room, and slept until almost noon, when Wang Baoyu rubbed his eyes and got up to see Mr. Shui Jing.

Mr. Shuijing prepared good wine and food, and after eating and drinking, he asked Wang Baoyu to carry the guqin on his back, and sent all the scores.