Xiao Yan, who was ranked among the eight friends of Jingling, was known as the reincarnation of Zhou Lang.

The song is wrong, Zhou Langgu,

Since Xiao Yan can be praised like this, he is naturally extraordinary.

When Wu Jinghui saw Xiao Yan jumping out, he didn't dare to fight anymore.

What's more, she was still concerned about Shi Lingying's injury, so she hurriedly gave away and gave up the musician's seat to Xiao Yan.

The person who held the regular waiter took the pen and ink, and the Mochou girl drew the piano score with a wave.

Xiao Yan saw half of it, and sighed,

"This piece is so complicated that it is difficult for ordinary pianos to express its rhyme.

In the next feeling, I am afraid it is more appropriate to use Jinse. ”

Miss Mochou kept writing, but her face showed joy,

"Mr. Xiao is really an expert.

If you can play it with Jinse, it will naturally complement each other better. ”

Jin Se Wu Wu Fifty Strings, this is a very complex string music that involves far more phonemes than a five-string guqin.

The reason why Mo Chou asked someone to play the piano instead of the drum was mainly because her piece was a new song.

For a senior pianist, if he has a new score, he may be able to get started after trying one or two notes.

But even if you are a top-level ser, if you are familiar with a new song, you are afraid that it will take half a month younger?

Although Xiao Yan saw through this song at a glance, how could he ......

Everyone was still suspicious, Xiao Yan had already picked out a Jinse in those musician classes who were sitting idle.

Bao Chang was very discerning, and hurriedly found two little eunuchs to carefully carry Jin Se up.

Xiao Yan sat beside Mo Chou, looked at the ink that had not yet dried, and had not yet finished writing, and played it in a stream.

Although it doesn't seem to be smooth, it's rare that you haven't hit a single note wrong!

"It's done!" , Xiao Yan smiled and comforted Mo Chou,

"Just practice twice, and you won't smash the girl's platform."

The speaker has no intention, but the hearer has a heart,

When he heard the words smashing the table, he instantly remembered that there was still a bad thing to deal with for himself.

He looked at the big hole in the center of the platform, and he was worried.

Mo Chou had already finished transcribing the score at this time.

She saw the expression on the face of the waiter, and knew what he was worried about, so she was relieved,

"Don't worry, Lord Chang.

But let the planks be removed, and the stage covered with white satin,

Just tie it tightly. ”

Satin on the table?

Isn't this really as light as a swallow, but you can dance in the palm of your hand, and Ling Bo can't do it in a slight step?

Although he muttered in his heart, he still instructed people to prepare according to his words, and personally checked the binding of the silk.

This satin is soft, covered in the huge stage, people will inevitably fall into a big pit when they go up, if they are coming to a few golden roosters independently, jumping and tumbling or something......

The old servant couldn't imagine it.

But Miss Mochou is bold, since she has already said so, then we can only wait and see.

Here, Xiao Yan is also fighting for a moment, and practiced the piano music on both sides.

By the time I played it for the third time, it was already smooth and free, and there was no sense of frustration.

Miss Mochou was not idle, she found a matching pair of neon clothes in the music class and changed them.

Seeing that within the tea time, everything is also available, and there is a smile between the eyebrows of the regular waiter,

Even the voice of the roll call was like announcing the wedding of the emperor and queen, and there was joy in his eyes.

"Taihe's new song, "Mochou"!

Dancer: Li Mochou.

Musician: Xiao Yan. ”

At this time, the melon-eating crowd witnessed that it was not easy for this song to be introduced, and I don't know who (the author deliberately concealed the name of Liu Ying, a classmate with a premeditated plan) began to take the lead in cheering, cheering and thundering for a while, and there was really some atmosphere that the finale was about to appear.

Xiao Yan plucked his ten fingers, and the sound of Jin Se started, and the crowd instantly quieted down.

Only the unsubsided wheezing sound can be heard occasionally.

When Xiao Yan auditioned the first two times, he didn't have any feelings, and the staff was noisy, so he couldn't hear any taste.

At this time, he was engrossed in interpreting the piano music, and what appeared in his heart was the smile he had seen since he met Mo Chou, and the unwillingness that he could only watch from a distance.

And this piece of music is a kind of confession of Mo Chou's boredom in the boudoir, Xiao Yan's inner state and the original intention of the music creation coincide with each other, just like milk.

The poignant resentment of the tune and the eagerness of the fingering are intertwined, like telling the story of a pair of infatuated children and resentful girls.

Who has lived for decades and has not had a few thoughts that he can't ask for?

Those who listen to it are unconsciously driven by this emotion,

The corners of Yin Seke's eyes were faintly filled with tears at some point.

After eight beats, it is the time to dance,

Mo Chou is dressed in a neon dress, with a pink face and jade neck, and a bright ** person.

I saw her gently open her water sleeves, leap on the silk platform like a bird, and glide quickly with a slender jade leg through the smooth thick surface.

Mo Chou leaned forward, forming a graceful arc, and stretched his other leg backwards, which was as flat as the ground.

Her whole body spun rapidly as she slided, and her body and outstretched legs continued to curl upward, bending into a full circle.

Such a degree of body flexibility is not inferior to that of Mrs. Hu Nushi.

Ermochou staggered feet, sleeves waving together, ribbons fluttering,

Sometimes like a crane standing in the shallows, sometimes like a crane bending its neck, sometimes like a white crane with bright wings, sometimes soaring into the sky, its wings spinning, and the movement of the whole person is to maintain balance in the gliding.

The neon clothes are white and thick, and she dances like a pond, caged into layers of mist, woven into a group of dreams.

Mo Chouyu's arm stretched forward and reached out to the edge of the stage, and those spectators seemed to see the goddess of Wushan who wanted to break their dreams, and they reached out to pick it up.

Who knew that she flew back with a sliding step, leaving only Ayara rolling around, a haze.

Xiao Yan's forgetful performance, the sense of bringing in is also very strong,

The sound of the strings is in perfect harmony with the dance, the sound of the strings is gradually smoothing out, and the rotation of Mo Chou is gradually slowing down.

Just when everyone sighed that the dance was coming to an end,

Xiao Yan's arms suddenly began to tremble violently, and he flicked rapidly from the wrist down, only to see that the afterimage could not distinguish the ten fingers, and the big strings were noisy, and the small strings were cut, intertwined in one place, dense as rain.

And Mo Chou on the dance floor also accelerated violently, dancing like a spinning top,

The neon clothes were carried all over the sky, like blooming flowers, like splashing watercolors, like burning youth, like the nirvana of the phoenix, which lifted the hearts of the visitors for a while.

Crackling, crackling, a few drops of blood dripped on Jinse's wooden pedestal,

Xiao Yan's crazy playing has reached its limit.

But he had completely entered the state, unaware of this, shaking his head, looking at the score, the ten fingers were still accelerating, and after a burst of iron hooves, he transported all the strength of his body into the ten fingers, and pulled it hard from top to bottom.

There was a sound of streaming, followed by a muffled sound.

Jin Se gratuitous fifty strings, one dizziness and two broken wailing cold,

Under his pull, fifty strings broke together.

At the same time, Mo Chou is also jumping wildly in the center of the stage, and each jump will sink the silk platform deeper, and the bounce will naturally be higher.

At the moment when the strings broke and the sound of killing started, Mo Chou's body was already more than a foot in the air.

She swirled in circles in the air, spinning like a shuttle, straight to the center of the dance floor.

The string had been broken, and there was no sound at this time, and everyone watched Mo Chou fall straight down.

The edge of the stage cracked, some of the restraints had collapsed, and more places were directly exploded.

The whole stage suddenly bloomed, like a blooming white lotus, and pulled up towards Mochou petals.

Although the stage collapsed again, Mo Chou was obviously prepared,

Besides, the three-foot-high platform was not a threat after the silk cloth slowed down.

Everyone stopped breathing, and the atmosphere was surprisingly quiet.

Once the flowers bloom, until the white flowers fall, the neon clothes are down,

Mo Chou's legs were crossed, Tingting Yuli, as if it was the last glimpse of Yiren when he woke up from a dream.

This picture is so real, so magical,

It makes people's hearts cry out heartily, but they feel that they are still unfinished.

》》》》》 time to knock on the blackboard《《《《《

As I said before, there should always be a chapter dedicated to ancient repertoire. However, there are too many knowledge points that need to be added at the moment, so we will first talk about the history of Chinese distilled spirits based on the principle of first come, first served.

As for when distilled spirits appeared in China, Western scholars and modern Chinese "people of insight" have pointed out that distilled spirits were introduced from Arabia in the Yuan Dynasty of China, and not a local type of liquor, with a limited history. So for a while, all kinds of strange theories were rampant, what Jingyanggang "three bowls are not post" stalk is the author's lack of knowledge, and there was no high alcohol in the Song Dynasty. The scene of Xiao Feng drinking spirits in Tianlong Babu is unreasonable. Are you sure? Who sealed the coffin?

The origin of liquor in the Yuan Dynasty is indeed there, from Li Shizhen. "Compendium of Materia Medica" says: Shochu is not an ancient method, and it was created since the Yuan Dynasty. The method is to use strong wine and dregs, steam to steam, use a vessel to take drip dew, and all sour wine can be steamed and burned.

However, most of the records in the classics of the ancients are limited to the author's knowledge. The terms soju and distilled liquor have appeared as early as the Tang Dynasty. The Tang Dynasty has been brewed in the "Jiannan Burning Spring", which is the predecessor of today's Jiannanchun, Shiyun: Since the Chengdu soju is cooked, I don't think about entering Chang'an.

It's just that some people believe that there was a "fire forcing method" in the Tang Dynasty to scald wine, and soju should refer to hot wine. So what is the explanation for the record in the Song Dynasty's "Yijian Ding Zhi" that "the winemaker fell into the fire because of steaming wine"? Positive and negative, after all, these are speculations, and we need real hammers.

To look at this problem scientifically, we need to explore from the feasibility and empirical evidence of the process.

First of all, judging from the feasibility of the process, China's distillation ware can be traced back to the Han Dynasty at the earliest. After the bronze stills of the Eastern Han Dynasty were unearthed, they are now stored in the Shanghai Museum. More sophisticated distillation vessels were found in the Song, Jin, and Yuan dynasties.

Secondly, as an essential process for distilling spirits, the production of koji is the key to the quality of the liquor. During the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the agricultural work "Qi Min Yaoshu" introduced dozens of methods for making koji and wine. Among them, the Hedong koji mentioned can already be used as a liquor koji, and the non-distilled method of liquor cannot reach this level: those who can drink a good wine first can only be promoted by half. Drink three liters and get drunk. If you don't pour three liters, you will die. Mortals who are drunk, drunk and ignorant, and whose bodies are as hot as fire, make hot soup, which is dissolved with cold water—called "raw and cooked soup." Its koji is also refined, enough to be distilled.

In other words, during the Northern and Southern Dynasties, all the prerequisites for the production of distilled spirits were already in place. The judge wants to ask, where is the real hammer?

The real hammer has always been there, as mentioned in this article, and the white fallen wine that was written into the ancient Tongmeng series of books "Kindergarten Qionglin" is a real hammer.

The documentary literature "Luoyang Jialanji", which we have mentioned many times, once recorded a section of "Liu Bai's Fallen Liquor": There are Yanyu and Zhiqi Erli in the west of the city. The people in the interior drink a lot of alcohol. Liu Bai, a native of Hedong, is good at making wine. In the summer and June, when the heat is hot, the wine is stored in the middle of the day, and after ten years, the wine does not move. The fragrance of drinking is beautiful, drunk and menstrual months do not wake up. The Jingshi Dynasty has more than one county and the domain, and they are fed from afar, and they are thousands of miles away. With its distance, it is called the crane and is also known as riding a donkey wine. In the middle of the Yongxi year, the Southern Qingzhou Thorn Shi Mao Hongbin Zhai Wine Domain, the road was met by thieves, drunk and drunk, and they were all captured, so they were renamed and raped wine. The ranger said: "Don't be afraid of drawing a bow and drawing a knife, but afraid of white fallen spring mash." ”

The white depraved wine brewed by Liu Baizhui in Hedong is obviously used in Hedong Shenji, and the wine is extremely strong, and it is drunk when you drink it. Its practice - the summer and June, the summer and the sun, to store wine, violent in the middle of the day. This is a kind of natural distillation that relies on summer exposure, taking its white fall, fallen, and falling. White fall is the distillate.

In fact, the same method is also recorded in "Qi Min Yaoshu", but the language is unknown. "Hedong Shenji? Liquor Making Law": When brewing, it is advisable to wet out the frozen lings and melt them in the kettle - just take the liquid, and do not let it be hot. The liquid is exhausted, and it is still pouring into the urn.

This is about freezing the wine into wine jelly in the winter and then putting it in a pot to boil. Wait until the liquid has evaporated and poured back into the ongli. The key point is to boil the pot (kettle), the liquid is boiled dry, and the return flows into the urn. This process is obviously distillation.

Based on the above evidence, the white liquor of the Northern and Southern Dynasties period was a high-grade liquor that had undergone distillation. It has the ability to make people who are not used to drinking a cup and pour it. This wine was introduced to Pingcheng by the King of Wei, which was the predecessor of Fenjiu, a major wine system in China.

Foreign "experts" who study wine will not read "Luoyang Jialanji", and I estimate that domestic "experts" may not be able to, interlaced like a mountain. It is not an easy task for real research to be meticulous, but it is definitely a kind of cultural surrender for Chinese historical research to copy the results of foreign research. The distance between those foreigners and ancient Chinese documents is not a little bit and a half, and sometimes it is not that people don't want to believe it...... I really can't understand that.