The sound of the zither flows slowly like a gurgling spring, and the beauty sitting on the wooden table is plucked by her hands, and when it is compact, it is like a torrential rain knocking on the steps, as if it can melt into the sound of the zither, and you can feel the turbulent splash of the rain falling on the white marble steps. It is like the wind blowing bamboo leaves, hail hitting peonies, and the obscure and unclear Qingyue leisurely.

Qin Nu looked at the jade zither, and Liang Chen was enthusiastic and the night breeze was light.

There was a sudden sound of ice strings, but I saw the sound of running stars.

If the sound of the zither is already a natural sound, then what shocked the students in the audience even more was the "movement" of the teenager painting the country and the "quiet" of the girl lowering her eyes and making the guzheng perfectly integrated--- that kind of lingering but indifferent picturesque scene.

The long inky hair was sloppy, and Nan Zuisheng plucked the strings of the zither indifferently, and the lyrics slowly poured out from between her pale red lips.

"The plain embryo outlines the blue and white strokes, and the strokes turn thick and light."

When the first antique lyrics sounded, Dong Mengsheng's hand holding the pen and painting deliberately restrained the strength and lightened the ink color. With the rhythm of the sound of the zheng, the gentle and powerful depiction of the craggy mountains and rocks and the lush ancient pines on the rice paper.

"The peony depicted on the bottle is just like your first makeup."

The gentle and beautiful singing fell into his ears, quietly giving Dong Mengsheng precious inspiration. He curled the corners of his lips and smiled slightly, and sketched the ink that had just dripped ink into a patchwork of rockery and flowing water in a few strokes.

"Ran Ran Sandalwood knows what is going on through the window."

The full nib of the pen full of ink is slightly paused in the air, and when the thick ink color has not dried up, the pen walks around the rockery and flowing water that has just been painted, and adds the exquisite pavilions and pavilions, the lotus pond kingfisher, which clearly changes the original intention of painting the rivers and mountains.

"The pen on the rice paper is half set aside here."

Nan Zuisheng lowered her long eyelashes like butterfly wings, and the gorgeous light of the crystal lamp cast a dense silhouette under her deep ink eyes. The students in the audience couldn't help but close their eyes and listen, as if they were in an antique Jiangnan town, rolling up their sleeves and picking lotus.

"The glaze renders the charm of the lady's picture and is privately hidden."

With the transformation of the artistic conception of the lyrics, the scenery depicted by Dong Mengsheng is beautiful, and it is indeed a vivid, flexible, and lifelike feeling without any living beings.

"And your smile is like a bud waiting to be released."

Dong Mengsheng, who was holding the pen and painting, could not hide his anguish and raised his eyebrows, and his beautiful phoenix eyes flowed with warm light and shadow. Suddenly, Nan's drunken singing voice and smiling face came to mind, and the brush paused on the rice paper for only a moment, and then sketched on the blank space of the rice paper like a dragon.

For a time, the sound of the zither blended with the silent falling painting.

The students in the audience closed their eyes and listened quietly, and even the crazy and enthusiastic senior seniors couldn't help but stop their movements and cheer with Fang Cai's passionate and hearty cheers.

The beputting bouquet of roses was originally held tightly in their hands, but with the ups and downs of the zither and the lingering changes in the song, first the red petals scattered, and then the subtle sound of the bouquet of roses falling on the carpet one after another.

At this moment, if someone is distracted and looks at the end of the seat against the wall, they will find the handsome seniors lined up in the open field, all standing in place like stupid geese. The delicate bouquet of roses that entwined fell to their feet, and the red petals fell to the ground, failing to wake them up from the sound of the zither.

If they are fools, their eyes are clear and clear.

If they are mortals, their expressions are ethereal.

"The white and green koi fish leap to the bottom of the bowl."

When Nan Zuisheng's eyes were leisurely, and the soft singing voice and the clear sound of the zither poured out together, the lotus flowers and koi fish embroidered on the hem of her skirt seemed to come to life, and the tail swinging and playing in the water were lifelike on the soft white background.

"I was thinking about you when I copied the Song style."

The ink splash landscape painting on rice paper has a distant artistic conception, only a few pavilions and pavilions near the mountains and rivers, and the small bridges and flowing water give this painting an extraordinary charm. Dong Mengsheng's pen walks in the dragon room, and the previous mistake part is depicted as the scenery of the beauty drunk and lying, and the beauty of the silk flutters in the wind.

The students closed their eyes and listened quietly, and when the sound of the zither was slow, it was like a drizzle caressing the tongs.

When it is open, it is like the wind blowing snow, and when it is stretched, it is like a breeze blowing willows.

When it is elegant, it looks like a neon dress, and when it is tight, it looks like a thousand beads mixed with jade.

When the last sentence of the song fell, the sound of the clear and distant Zheng slowly disappeared.

The brush carved with Chu Ci fell the last stroke in the young man's hand, and a splashed ink landscape painting was completed. If the scenery of the mountains and waters is refreshing, then the beauty of the drunken pavilion and the hibiscus is the most finishing touch in the whole landscape.

The students in the audience slowly opened their eyes in the lingering sound of the zheng, and what came into view was a beautiful picture of a classical beauty sitting on the side of the zheng, with low eyes and a light smile.

"This song makes the goddess sing better than the original song, love love!" Many girls who like ancient songs can't help but fold their hands together, sticking to their hearts and looking at Nan Zuisheng on the stage with stars in their eyes.

"My God, it's okay to be beautiful and talented, even the songs are so good, and you don't let mediocre people live anymore." There are also many students who are ashamed of themselves and bow their heads in shame, under the bright light of Nan Zuisheng, they are just a pearl shell sinking at the bottom of the lake.

Bei Langsheng leaned on the back of the chair with a rinous and uninhibited look, and the gaze that fell on Nan Zuisheng gradually became deeper with the admiration and envy around him.

What Xi Yusheng said is not wrong, Nan Zuisheng has an innate charm that touches people's hearts, coupled with a face favored by God, and his own ethereal temperament, even he who has always been above the top of his eyes can't hold back his heartbeat, not to mention the other people in this school?

Merely......

He has more precious emotions than he likes Nan Zuisheng.

That's his mother--- Iris.

Xuanyi's eyebrows are impregnated with a gloomy look, Bei Langsheng hangs down his beautiful peach blossom eyes, and the handsome eyebrows and eyebrows that fly obliquely into the sideburns complement each other, revealing the Qinghua temperament carefully cultivated by the son of the family.

Xi Yusheng was immersed in the beautiful sound of the zither for a long time and couldn't come back to her senses, she looked straight at the south drunken sheng on the stage with a blank gaze, the fine small leaf red sandalwood carved and cast the guzheng is worth a lot, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an inch of gold, and the timbre is incomparable, directly vetoing the timbre of the Guzheng of the face and face without doubt.

The former is just an ordinary product made of pear sour branch wood, but the latter is the most important small-leaf rosewood delicately carved treasure.

Which is more important, even outsiders who don't understand the guzheng can distinguish one or two from the appearance and materials.

"The rest of your life? Rest? Chang Xiao stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Xi Yusheng's eyes, and couldn't help but laugh: "Whose goose is this, it's quite stupid." She laughed and joked about the sluggish appearance of the rest of her life, and looked sideways at Feng Yunyang sitting next to her friend.

"I remember you were the president of the July Middle School basketball club, right? I would like to ask if your basketball club recruits girls? Yingli's beautiful eyebrows showed an interested look, and Chang smiled at the young man's sunny and handsome face, and asked with his hands.

The light smile on the young man's handsome face froze for a moment, and then he quickly reacted with a smile and replied: "Recruit girls, basketball is a sport, as long as people who really love this kind of sport are men and women, as long as the technology meets the enrollment standards in the basketball club, you can join the basketball club and become a member." ”

At this point, Feng Yunyang seemed to remember something, and while secretly helplessly watching the smiling and bold style of action, he looked solemn and then explained seriously:

However, the enrollment standards in the basketball club, which is commonly known as the threshold, are not easy to pass casually, in addition to their own skills, the members of the basketball club will also examine your conduct and moral character from all aspects. Of course, this is not to make things difficult for you, but the rules of the basketball club have always been like this over the years, even if I am the president, I can't easily shake it. ”

Chang Xiao looked at him with curiosity when he heard this, and asked persistently: "Investigate the moral character of the world?" ”

Yingli's eyebrows frowned slightly under the light, and she stretched out again: "Are you recruiting basketball club members or staff?" ”

Sensing the girl's slightly displeased tone, Feng Yunyang restrained his solemn and upright look, and his smile was as warm as the warm sun outside the window: "Hehe, don't be angry, our basketball club is different from other clubs, but all the members who participate in the basketball club must not only study hard, but also participate in the annual campus joint competition." ”

The roses blooming in the glass vase are charming and charming, and the rich fragrance lingers on the nose, seducing the west for the rest of his life to be drowsy.

She reluctantly lifted her spirits and looked at Chang Xiao and Feng Yunyang, her smooth and flexible cat eyes flowing with broken stars under the light.

The young man's clear voice lingered with the fragrance of roses and fell into his ears: "After winning the award, there are financial rewards, so it is natural to be carefully selected, so as not to cause conflicts in the team in communication, resulting in deliberate intrigue and laughter in the competition." After all, the most important thing in basketball is teamwork, and if the players don't like each other, it is easy to cause a situation of miscooperation. ”

Feng Yunyang sat on the chair and explained clearly.

"So that's the case, no wonder the threshold of your basketball club is so high, it turns out that you have to participate in the campus joint competition to compete for honor." Chang Xiao nodded lightly after listening to this, raised his hand and casually rubbed the top of Xi Yusheng's warm head.