After dinner, Jenny went to wash the dishes with dishes and chopsticks, and the mayor's wife went to collect the clothes that had been drying outside the house for a day, leaving only the mayor and Dong Wusheng, who had nothing to do, looking at each other.

"Well, it's a bit boring to have a good time. ”

The mayor stretched on the couch, sat up, and looked at the two of them with a smile, "Do you two like to play musical instruments?"

The boy shook his head, "I haven't touched the instrument much. ”

After speaking, he turned to Dong Wusheng, who was waiting for him to translate, and looked at the way she was waiting for him, and the corner of the young man's mouth couldn't help but smile.

"Does Wusheng have any favorite musical instruments?"

Musical instrument?

Dong Wusheng thought about it, and a piece of music came to mind, and a picture of the three of them playing music under the moon.

Is this、Her memories of the past?

Dong Wusheng was stunned and thought about that scene carefully.

She saw her hand pressed on a black guqin, which was slender and white, with distinct joints, and there was no shadow of a silver chain on her right hand. Opposite her, there were two young men with black hair and black eyes, one of whom was sitting on a futon, playing the flute with her, and the other holding his head with his hand and listening intently.

The two young men are somewhat similar in appearance, both are of the highest grade, the one who holds the flute has long hair fluttering, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, wearing a black power suit, and his body is tall and slender, like a black bamboo under the moon;

The one who played the piano...... Is it me? Who are the other two? Are they my former friends?

Thinking of this, Dong Wusheng felt a little depressed in his heart.

Three hundred years have passed, the world has changed, are the people she once knew still there?

Seeing that her face was slightly lonely, the young man couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Dong Wusheng came back to his senses, squeezed out a smile, and shook his head at him, "It's nothing, I suddenly remembered, I used to be able to play the lyre, I don't know if there is such an instrument now, and I don't know if I can still play it." ”

The young man smiled, thinking that she was just disturbed by the changing times, so he rubbed her head and comforted, "Just ask, maybe the mayor has it here." ”

Dong Wusheng nodded obediently, then slapped his hand away, and his slender eyebrows raised, "Why do you keep touching my head?"

"Because it feels so good. ”

The young man looked at Dong Wusheng's supple black hair and curled the corners of his mouth.

The boy described the appearance of the lyre to the mayor, and the mayor tapped his palm, calling out that he had found the right person, and then led the two to the second floor.

Going up to the second floor, the mayor first introduced the two of them to the location of the guest rooms, and then led them straight to the instrument room.

When you open the door to the instrument room, you will find that this is the perfect place for music lovers to meet and confidant.

Pipes, flutes, pianos, stalks, guitars, drums, and all kinds of tubes, saxophones, etc., whether Eastern or Western, everything is available.

The mayor walked over to the couch next to the door, picked up the guitar on the couch and sat down, enthusiastically showing them his little world, his face filled with pride.

"Come in, sit down, and see for yourselves. ”

With that, Mayor Mare's finger clamped a black tuner to the headstock and began to tune the guitar. Dong Wusheng and the others walked in with amazement on their faces, looking around, but they didn't dare to reach out and touch it.

Musical instruments are delicate and need to be cared for with care.

Dong Wusheng walked all the way to the innermost guqin and stopped.

The guqin looks very well maintained and there is not a single bit of dust on it. Dong Wusheng reached out and gently plucked the strings - the sound was slightly astringent, obviously not played in a long time.

The way the lyre was played naturally came to her mind. The nails used to play the piano were placed next to it, but Dong Wusheng hesitated for a moment and put his hands on the strings directly.

What should she play? All she could use now was her left hand, and her right hand could only be slightly assisted, and she would certainly not be able to play the whole piece.

Dong Wusheng thought about it and plucked the strings.

The strings fluttered, and the low, melodious music poured down like moonlight.

At first, it was like a traveler walking alone in a dark bamboo forest, lonely, uneasy, and hesitant, the wind blew the leaves, and the bamboo shadows swayed, as if to disturb the lone traveler, she looked at everything around her in fear, and walked forward cautiously and with difficulty.

Slowly, the sound of the piano softened, as if the morning sun began to shine on the woods, the clear and clear light, illuminating the traveler's world, although the boundless loneliness still enveloped her, she seemed to have become accustomed to such an empty world, and began to learn to enjoy this loneliness.

The two people behind Dong Wusheng listened quietly, and just as they felt that the song was getting better, the music stopped abruptly.

"Why did you stop? You're playing great!"

The mayor sat on the couch and looked at her with a smile, fine wrinkles forming in the corners of his eyes.

The boy conveyed the meaning for the mayor. Dong Wusheng smiled bitterly and withdrew his hand and put it on his knee, "One hand can only play here, and I can't remember the next song." ”

The old thing was like a fine sand between her fingers, and the more she tried to think about it, the more she couldn't hold on to it, and she could only watch it slip away, which was a terrible feeling.

Whatever it is, think of something, even if it's just this song that makes her feel immersive.

"Do you know what should be going on behind this?" Dong Wusheng asked the young man.

The boy shook his head, "I've never seen you play before. ”

"That's it. ”

Dong Wusheng sighed secretly in his heart, is there still no way?

After listening to the boy's translation, Mayor Marew was thoughtful, his fingers flicking around the strings of his guitar. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and lowered his head and began to play seriously.

The tone of the guitar is warmer than that of the guqin. When the mayor plays, his eyes are closed and he has a faint smile on his face.

Once a mature man gets serious, the whole person seems to be glowing.

Music flowed from his fingers.

The grass under the starry sky, the evening breeze blowing in her face, and the shallow river, the traveler saw the lights of thousands of homes on the opposite bank, and she was never alone, she couldn't help but be attracted by such a spark, and couldn't help but want to get closer.

Suddenly, a sound joined the ensemble, and Dong Wusheng and the boy looked at the source of the sound, only to see that the mayor's wife and her daughter Jenny had come here at some point, and at this time, the mayor's wife was playing the saxophone.

The sound of the saxophone is like the water of the Seine, witnessing countless joys and sorrows in the long time, just like a bard wandering the world, who has heard countless stories of the world, but only picks the most romantic and warm ones, writes poems that have been passed down for centuries, and sings them to all beings with a smile in countless nights with warm bonfires.

Most of the men played the saxophone, but at this time, in the hands of the mayor's wife, the music was smooth and full, and it was not inferior.

Immediately after, Jenny's harmonica voice joined the team.

The traveler wandered to the campfire at night in the town, looked at the flames burning in the night, looked at the brave and kind residents by the flames, and only felt that his heart, which had been lonely for half his life, seemed to be warmed at once.

Dong Wusheng was immersed in such music, and only felt that his breath was going to be taken away by this music.

It was as if she heard a voice from the deepest part of her heart, which hit her soul straight and made her soul tremble deeply and resonate deeply.

It's as if someone composed the first half of her life into music, and she couldn't help but burst into tears when she only listened to it.