He went his own way, every day as long as he didn't fight, didn't do any other labor, he carved and listened to the piano, he didn't feel that he was in the way of others, and he didn't pay attention to his own vision.

Gradually, I don't know when it started, who revealed the conflict that night, so, looking at Guan Kuo, who didn't exercise himself every night to increase his killing and life-saving skills, but sat there listening to the piano "without doing his job", people passing by around would whisper a mockery:

"Outfit #!"

"Pretend to be elegant!"

The sound of the piano has always been there, but no one has said that the person who plays the piano has pointed the finger in all directions, and it may be that the only listener in the entire military camp is Guan Kuo.

This is called summer insects, and you can't talk about ice.

The harassing assault of the abrupt people continued, and Guan Kuo's injuries healed and a new one was born, but even if he was seriously injured, as long as he could move, he would be different from all the others who recuperated from their injuries and slept with their heads down, and every night before the piano sounded, he would come to the outside of the tent and start carving words on the ground that others could not understand, as if he was going to an appointment.

Those who play the piano and those who listen to the piano do not see each other, but they resonate in the sound of the piano.

Guan Kuo no longer has any idea of wanting to meet, he now feels that the agreement every night is all, and seeing each other is fate, and not seeing each other is also fate.

It's good to have a common sound.

Until one day.

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The sky outside the gate is clearer most of the time than the bustling Chang'an.

The stars, the moonlight, the black background, that's everything.

The sky is like a dome, enveloping the four wilderness.

Guan Kuo walked out of the camp with difficulty, looked back, abandoned the cold eyes of the people behind him, and walked into the distance with difficulty.

He needed to find a place where he could concentrate on listening to the piano and studying, because the eyes of others were in the way.

I have to say that this is the most seriously injured of him, because of the impact of the sudden cavalry company with men and horses, his arm is broken, and I don't know when it will be healed. However, to his relief: this time, he killed another enemy.

As long as he can move, he will come out to the covenant of the sound of the harp, rain or shine, and he will not be hindered.

Although it was impossible to find a place with no people, he was a little far away from the iron-blooded aura of the barracks.

Autumn outside the gates, there are no bright colors, but it is beautiful, it is a wild beauty, a rugged beauty.

The cool autumn wind blew his hair, and far away, the fire shone through, so that the hair seemed to be plated with a layer of gold.

He looked up at the sky, estimated the hour, and knew that the sound of the piano would soon come tonight.

Then, of course, when he lowered his head, he saw the old man carrying the guqin on his back in the night.

Even though it was the first time he had seen him, he knew at a glance that he was who he was, the person he was waiting for.

In the world, it's really amazing.

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Guan Kuo didn't realize his impoliteness at the first time.

He stared at the old man intensely, as if trying to put every inch of the other into the depths of his memory. After all, he had not met for such a long time, and his curiosity about this player reached an unparalleled level.

In the darkness, he saw that the old man's face was full of wrinkles, and he had also seen similar wrinkles on the face of the hunchbacked old gold, but the feeling that the hunchbacked old gold brought him was mysterious and curious, and this one was almost natural and cordial.

The old man was dressed in a gray coarse cloth shirt, and although it was a little tightly wrapped, the autumn wind still blew it up, like a messy fly.

His back is not hunched at all, it is very straight, he does not walk fast, but he is very steady, every step is not deliberate, but it always gives people a sense of strength.

It's a very vicissitudes of power.

Sensing his gaffe, Guan Kuo let go of his staring gaze.

The old man didn't look at him on purpose, but he didn't deliberately ignore him, just like that, as if it were commonplace, as if it should be, ignoring all the surroundings, he sat next to him, sat on the ground, and began to adjust the strings.

Guan Kuo was a little nervous, no, very nervous.

He had imagined countless times that the man who had been playing the piano in different places would meet him, and then he would tell him how much he admired his skills as if he had seen an old friend who had been separated for many years, and then ......

Then, today, the other party broke through the night and came to him, and he suddenly became at a loss.

What kind of expression should I have? What should I do, do I look like I appreciate it with relish, or continue to carve the mysterious font on the bamboo slips on the ground?

He really didn't know.

At this time, the old man adjusted the strings and began to play the first song of the evening.

The sound of the piano spread within the boundary, which often seemed agitated by the sudden attack, and with the cool autumn breeze, it became farther and farther away, reaching a large part of the camp.

Music is a wonderful thing, it can go to the depths of people's hearts and find a certain harmony. Guan Kuo firmly believes that even if many people here, such as useless, are very unaccustomed to these so-called "elegance", deep down in his heart, he will still appreciate this kind of piano sound.

This song is "Flat Sand and Falling Geese", Guan Kuo heard it after listening to a few sounds, he has heard this piano several times, at home, in the barracks, too.

After many days, when he heard "Flat Sand and Falling Geese" again, it was in his ears, and his feeling was inexplicable.

Play a song of flat sand and falling geese, where there are people, many sorrows turn into speechlessness.

He kept his head down, as if he had forgotten everything, as if he remembered everything.

I forgot about my surroundings and remembered the past.

This northern frontier is very unfamiliar, but when I think back to the good life in the past, it has become faintly cordial.

He listened quietly, the old man's hand bouncing between the strings steadily, with a fixed rhythm, as if opening up a world for him.

That night, he lost a world, and now, in front of him, the old man gave him a world.

The end of the song.

After the geese fall in the flat sand, the hairpin head phoenix, fold the red ying.

Guan Kuo, who lowered his head and listened attentively, raised his head in surprise and looked at the old man sitting next to him on the ground.

He really didn't imagine that such an old man would actually play Zhe Hongying in the barracks.

He didn't have any opinions on his own, and every song of the old man, he felt like a fairy sound, but he was afraid of the reaction of the people in the barracks.

He saw that he walked out of the tent with a gloomy face.

There were also other people in all directions in the barracks one after another.