A sudden murmur came from the village, and the waves spread out, breaking off a few stubbles of new bamboo outside the village, and a few leaves drifted to the edge of the pond, crookedly.

"Lao Gong!"

An ungraceful shout rang out, with a hint of urgency.

"Finished. The man sighed, and then cried out, "What's the matter, I'm here." ”

When the man entered the courtyard, he saw a few bone fragments scattered on the ground, and a few strings were also messy.

"The string broke?" The man asked softly, brushing the woman's long hair with his hand, brushing away the tears from the corners of her eyes, ignoring the debris on the ground, sitting beside her, giving up his shoulders for her to lean.

The woman put his hand away, smashed her face into his arms, rubbed her cheek against his clothes, and until the tears were completely dry, she tilted her head and neck slightly, and gently leaned on his shoulder, like a lady.

"You have been using this instrument for two years, six months and three days, and according to your fingers, it is not easy. The man comforted him, halfway through his words, waiting for her to answer.

"I have had this instrument for three years, one month and twenty-eight days, and according to his calculations, it is no longer in insurance. The woman was a little remorseful, maybe she was too good for this instrument, which caused it to break a little slowly.

"It's still in the box, he's still in the pavilion, it's not that he can't find it, if you want it, let's take a trip, and we should be able to get what you want." A man's words are like the edge of his sword, always pointing where others want to point but dare not.

"I don't want to. And the woman's answer was like a scabbard, and the sword was unsheathed, and there was only one voice.

The man thought for a long time and still couldn't understand, so he had to quip: "It seems that I have to go south and inquire about the whereabouts of the inseparable, who else can fix it except him?"

The woman stood up, stunned for a moment, maybe she was organizing language, or maybe it was a battle between heaven and man, and then said: "Let's go, it seems that I have to go." "Leaning over to pick up the broken bones.

"Why play the piano, this piano is just sent to you for decoration, where can you support to play, not to mention that you can't. When the man saw the woman picking up the pieces, he couldn't help but read in pieces: "I see that you blow the flute very well, and he also gave you a jade flute, which seems to be not bad, and I should also prepare a gift for you······"

The man is handsome and chic, his martial arts are the top in the world, and his family background is also noble, he is kind and peaceful, and he is good at thinking about others, but his words and music are incomprehensible.

I don't understand words, it refers to the broken thoughts of Fang Cai, I always can't stop talking about it, and I say what I think in my heart, and I call it "the sword heart is straight", ordinary people are afraid that they feel irritable when they hear it, but the woman likes him.

As for the music, it seems to be a family inheritance, and it is clearly a prominent family, and no one has made great achievements in music for thousands of years.

......

What catches your eye is a towering high-rise building, and the sound of waves is beating in your ears. No matter how many times he came, the man would still be impressed by the spectacle.

"It's good that Zhuang Zixiu is here. ”

The two of them traveled lightly, and within two days they rushed from the mainland to the beach, their clothes wet with the sea breeze. The woman's hair was attached to her face, and the man reached out to brush it away, and said, "But it is really troublesome to cultivate here without getting damp." ”

Thinking of this, the man couldn't help asking, "How could you endure this moisture when you lived here for a long time?"

"I don't think there's anything wrong with getting wet. The woman didn't look at him, but urged her true qi to come from within, and steamed the water dry.

The woman raised her feet and walked towards the high pavilion, "Let's go." ”

There weren't many people in the huge pavilion, and when the two of them pushed open the door, no one even came to greet them.

"Little Blue!"

Seeing that no one had come to greet her for a long time, the woman followed her memory and turned out such a name.

After a while, a boy of about five or six years old in a blue shirt appeared out of nowhere, holding a broom in his hand.

"Ah, Aunt Qiu is back?" As if he couldn't believe it, the piano boy threw away his broom, fluttered his clothes, and rushed over to hug the woman in a fit of rage.

The woman looked at the gray-covered piano boy who pounced on her, and raised her hand to punch her head.

"Ahh ”

The piano boy whined and got up from the ground, but still with a smile on his face, and said, "Hehe, Aunt Qiu is really back." ”

"Eh!" Qin Tong hugged his head and shouted, "Aunt Qiu, why are you beating me again." ”

"Aunt Qiu, Aunt Qiu, am I so old, Aunt Lan?"

Qin Tong couldn't speak, so he ran away and shouted, "Aunt Qiu is back, everyone come out." ”

For a time, the whole pavilion seemed to become a huge music box, and the moment it was opened, it played a beautiful music.

"It's not bad. "Even people who don't know the rhythm of music will always praise when they hear such beautiful music.

"I always say that playing the piano to me is like playing the piano to a cow, but in fact, how do you know that the cow doesn't understand. The man was a little happy, and he wanted to quarrel with his partner.

"It's better to raise a calf, I've taught it since I was a child, maybe you are not as good as him. The woman pouted, wondering why he just couldn't understand her piano.

"Xiaolan, where is your master? We are here to find him. The man said.

"Hmph, Shizun is not here, he is out. Qin Tong hated this person very much, just because he separated his favorite Aunt Qiu from Shizun, and then even Uncle Shi basically didn't come.

"Is he by the lake, then?" the man asked again.

"Find it yourself. ”

The music is scattered, and there is no aftermath around the beam.

......

Even at night, with the help of the smooth surface of the lake, the moonlight can be reflected into the bamboo forest, and the light that is blocked and transmitted shows strange colors.

There are countless strings in the bamboo forest, and purple light flashes in them.

The sound of the piano whines through the cavity of the bamboo, and it is very sad.

"What's the matter? Voices came from all directions.

"Come out soon, your sister's piano is broken. The woman said.

The man shrugged his shoulders, and bone fragments rattled.

A man dressed in purple brocade walked out of the forest, with an extraordinary bearing.

Reaching out to take the rotten qin, the man in brocade stared at the woman and said, "Why is it bad like this?"

The voice was not like blame, but like care, which made the man feel displeased, and said, "You should also consider Qiu's finger power when you make the piano." ”

The man in brocade didn't look at him, spread the burden on the ground, and slowly put up the bone pieces, one after another, without using any adhesive. Soon, the last few teeth were embedded in the bone seams as goose pillars, and the seams were tightly closed.

After all this workday, it turned out to be completely dark, but fortunately it was a full moon day.

The man stretched out his hand to the bamboo forest, and seven silk threads were summoned into his hand.

If you look at the woman's eyes at this time, you will notice a flash.

"It's so good, isn't it? The woman was a little happy.

The strings start from the mountain, pass the dragon's gum, and end at the feet of the geese.

"Wow!"

The man in brocade gently plucked the strings, and his voice was extremely pleasant.

"Alright. The man in brocade entrusted the bone qin to her, looked at her fingers and said, "Don't hurt again." ”

"Got it. ”