"Bo Fu wants to learn the rhythm of music?"

Zhou Yu raised his head in surprise, and at a glance he met Sun Ce's determined gaze.

Sun Ce nodded solemnly: "I also want to deal with music like you." I can play any instrument, whether it's a piano or a flute, otherwise I will always seem out of place. ”

Zhou Yu didn't say anything more, just stared at him for a long time. In the past, Sun Ce didn't like music, and he just listened to the piano. He couldn't perceive the majestic mountains and gurgling water flowing in the music, the vastness of wandering in his fingertips and wandering in the stars, and in Sun Ce's ears, they were just a few monotonous notes. His heartstrings have never resonated with the strings, so naturally he can't listen to the piano like Zhou Yu, and his eyes are moist and hot.

Now Sun Ce offered to learn the rhythm of music, and it was like the sun coming out of the north.

Zhou Yu was only afraid that he would be hot for three minutes, and he would have to give up after only two days of study, so he wanted to see something from Sun Ce's gaze. But Sun Ce was still so firm and calm to look at him, as if he was fighting a war with him without gunpowder. The two of them confronted each other calmly with their eyes, and there was no lightning and rock grinding where their eyes met, but only quietly and without any superfluous emotions for a long time.

Zhou Yu's expression was as flat as water, and there was no fluctuation between his eyebrows, this was not the result of forced restraint, but he didn't think that there was any room for development in this matter. Sun Ce seemed to have made up his mind, a pair of eyes as bright as Lang Xing opened wide, and he looked at the other party fixedly, as if he would not give in to this matter no matter what.

They confronted each other like this for a long time, until Sun Ce's eyes were a little sore. Zhou Yu lowered his head, and continued to look at Sima Xian writing beside him as if nothing had happened.

"What's your reaction!" Sun Ce slammed the table angrily, rubbing his sour eyes. The movement of his fist slamming on the table was so loud that the pen and ink on the paper flew sideways, and the sheep hanging from the pen stand collided with each other and made a sound like the tapping of bamboo knots.

Sima Xian wrote the word "Jin" neatly and beautifully, but he was stunned that there was a mistake in the last horizontal. The pen that should have been closed lost its proportion, and it flew out diagonally with trembling, like a sinister scar on the face of a beauty.

"Look at you! After all, what are you excited about? Sima Xian hurriedly put down the pen in his hand, and reached out to touch the badly written word with great distress, as if touching a new wound: "Gongjin is not against you learning music rhythm. It's just that the personality of Senior Brother Yice is really difficult to teach. ”

"Why? You can learn this thing, but I can't? Sun Ce puffed out his cheeks unconvinced, "Senior Sister Xian, if you look down on me, let's go out alone and compare kung fu." Last time, I was too careless and let you take advantage, but I haven't counted this account. ”

"Look at what my senior brother said, how dare I." Sima Xian glanced up at him with a smile, only to look down on him as if he was joking, and wrote her words on the paper smoothly: "If you compete seriously, I can't beat you, I know this in my own heart, not to mention what I can't afford to look down on." It's just that this rhythm is different from martial arts, in addition to diligent practice every day, you have to pay attention to talent, right? - Hey, Brother Yu, help me see how this character is written. ”

Zhou Yu took the paper written by Sima Xian and nodded with satisfaction: "The penmanship is unique, free to retract and release, and quite everyone's style." I think it's better than what I wrote, so it's better to leave the Spring Festival couplets for the New Year to you to write. ”

Sima Xian was very happy. As long as Zhou Yu praised her, she was as happy as a child who had just won wheat candy. As if a commendation, he gently stroked Sima Xian's happily raised cheeks. Zhou Yu's fingers slid down the smooth and ruddy skin naturally, just like the gentleness of a peach blossom caressing a stream, and the moment when the fingertips rubbed against the sideburns, he couldn't help but have a thought of bullying from the bottom of his heart, so he pinched her face, and then immediately turned his face to Sun Ce as if he hadn't done anything:

Ah Xian said yes. If Bo Fu really wants to learn, I'm afraid he will have to work harder than others. ”

“………… I said could you please not use me as an opportunity to change the subject. Sun Ce looked helplessly at Sima Xian, who was rubbing his cheeks and poking Zhou Yu with his finger angrily, and learned from his father as a young man, lowered his head and pinched his frowning brows: "Talent is such a thing, how can you know if you haven't tried it?" What if I'm a once-in-a-century music wizard and can learn something in less than two days. You two are so good at playing the piano and reading music, can you teach me? ”

Zhou Yu thought about it, lowered his head and exchanged glances with Sima Xian. They knew in their hearts that Sun Ce's desire to learn music and rhythm so seriously was probably out of consideration for himself and his family. Lujiang is different from Shouchun, although he is quite famous near Shouchun, but moving to Shu County can be regarded as a departure from home. Sun Ce was born in a martial arts family, and although he is also quite literate, he will inevitably fall into the mouth. Some Diao people, who were not accustomed to his friendship with the local families, secretly said that he and their Sun family were "hillbillies" under the fence. These slanderous words were too much, and they naturally reached Sun Ce's ears. Don't look at him as cheerful and open-minded as he is on weekdays, but he really hears these words in his heart. If it doesn't matter if he is alone, Sun Ce just tells his friends as a joke after dinner. But now that my father is thousands of miles away, he is alone and bears the face of the whole family, and he really doesn't want to be bullied like this, and he must learn some elegant things to smash the vicious rumors.

Sima Xian hooked his fingers and motioned for Zhou Yu to come over. Zhou Yu bent down and listened carefully to what she whispered in her ear. Sun Ce saw that Zhou Yu's originally relaxed demeanor gradually became serious, as if he was thinking about something very important. When Sima Xian's lips moved away from his ear, Zhou Yu looked at her as if he was about to make a final confirmation, and nodded slightly hesitantly.

"In that case, do as you say."

Sima Xian looked out at the blue sky through the intricately carved lattice window. It's still early. There are silent fallen leaves sweeping across the clear sky, carving a bit of loneliness between the blue bricks and tiles, which is the late autumn color that belongs to Yixing Langshan. The young beauty retracted her gaze, and the corners of her mouth mysteriously rose slightly. The slanting sun shone in through the window lattice, enveloping half of the delicate face in the shadows that had been cut into fine pieces.

"Then, please come with me."

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Between the teahouse and the restaurant, there was only a thin wall.

It's all the same thriving business, and the crowd of people is constantly coming in and out of the door like a dragon. The air is filled with the aroma of tea and wine. The combination of elegance and simplicity and rich aroma stimulates the nasal passages of the guests from time to time. Confucian scholars and wise men sat in teahouses to talk about poetry and satirize current affairs, while business partners and friends gathered in the restaurant to push cups and change lamps, drink and sing. The voices and colors on both sides blend, as if the white snow and the lower riba people, the two who were originally far apart are penetrating each other at this moment, making it difficult for people to distinguish where they are, what they are called, and who they will be.

Outside the poem, inside the poem, separated by a wall.

However, even with such a blended view, the restaurant still has some differences from the teahouse.

In addition to the lively and noisy people's voices, the strong smell of alcohol that smoked passers-by was slightly drunk. In this well-known restaurant, the sound of plucking strings flows slowly behind the guests.

Qin Niang's slender ten fingers are hidden behind the screen of ink-dyed lotus. The music volatilized from the fingertips, and rippled between the cups and the cups. There is a bleak autumn wind blowing up the sleeves, and the dazzling sound of the wrists hitting each other makes a clear sound, echoing the sound of the piano like a knot.

This is where Sima Xian brought Sun Ce here.

At this moment, the three of them were sitting in front of the screen, with only a jar of wine and a few side dishes on the table, and each of them poured a full glass, but no one touched the wine glass and chopsticks.

Sima Xian reclined against the railing behind him. Her eyes were slightly closed, the fine strands of hair scattered behind her head fluttered in the wind, and a piece of her wrist leaking from the bottom of her sleeve was like frost and snow condensation. Her index finger tapped the table to the beat of the piano, and she gently hummed the lyrics that had been handed down from the distant past.

"Senior Brother Ce, what might you hear from this song?"

The quality is ethereal and long-lasting. The piano girl's hand played the well-known "Pu Jia". It is expected that Sun Ce no longer understands music theory and rhythm, and it is impossible not to hear what this song is, and the 300 poems of "Poems" have already memorized them well when he was a child.

"That's nature. If I can't even hear "Pu Jia", I don't dare to say anything about learning music and rhythm. Sun Ce puffed out his chest proudly.

Zhou Yu on the side shook his head: "Ah Xian is asking you what you heard from this song "Pu Jia" - or rather, what you saw. ”

Sun Ce was speechless for a while. He could only hear what the song was called, but he really didn't know that there was something else in the string of notes, and even that it could be "seen". For him, it was just an ordinary piece of music, with no unnecessary fluctuations between tones.

"The music book is the same as the text, and you can see the scenery that matches it from the sound of the piano played, and you can also get a glimpse of the musician's state of mind." Sima Xian looked at the screen, "The latter is naturally a realm that can only be reached by those who are proficient in music and rhythm, while the former is only about talent. ”

Sun Ce followed her gaze, except for a screen painted with ink lotus flowers, he could only vaguely see the dark figure hidden on it. It is impossible to know what kind of feelings the amateur hand who plays the piano behind this screen, and what kind of painting the notes are made by the flow of the fingers. Sun Ce quietly glanced at Zhou Yu beside him, only to see that his expression was calm and relaxed, and the corners of his lips seemed to have a smile.

Zhou Yu saw it. The sound of the piano fluttered from behind the screen, like a thick fog, spreading out an unrealistic picture in front of my eyes. In the center of the scroll, the canopy grows like a dream.

"Senior Brother Ce's talent is insufficient, if you want to be truly proficient in music and rhythm, I am afraid that it will be difficult to guarantee it in your lifetime."

Sun Ce was a little disappointed. Is talent really that important for learning music? Although he had been aware of it before, it was only at this moment that he really felt the gap between himself and Zhou Yu and Sima Xian. Those two people only need a piano to come together, he doesn't want to look like an unelegant hairy little ghost, and he doesn't want the entire Sun family to be ashamed because of himself. Is it really that difficult for me to just want to know some tunes like them?

"However, if you just want to get started, you just need to practice diligently." Sima Xian saw the loss on his face, glanced at Zhou Yu, turned his head and said to Sun Ce with a smile.

Sun Ce was overjoyed, as if the previous haze had been swept away, and he stood up almost involuntarily. He propped up the table with his hands, and his bright eyes shone with stars, completely looking like a teenager's heart.

"Really...... Are you sure? Can I deal with this thing like you do? ”

Sima Xian nodded, and before he could answer, he suddenly heard the original smooth sound of the piano as if he had missed a beat, as if his fingers had accidentally relaxed, and suddenly a very incompatible falling note suddenly popped out. Fortunately, the harp girl seemed to be a veteran of playing in the tavern, and the mistake was only brief for a faint moment, and she picked up the original tone and continued to play. But at the same time as the descending sound was pushed away from the fingers, and at that moment of blinking, Zhou Yu couldn't help but glance back at the screen.

The nature he saw was still the freehand ink-stained lotus.

However, compared to the scene behind the screen, Zhou Yu seemed to instinctively turn his head. He couldn't tell what this inexplicable move was for, but it was like walking in the Shangyuan Bazaar, but suddenly he heard someone behind him calling his name loudly - even though he knew in his heart that it would be difficult to find a figure even if he turned back, he still reflexively turned his head away - such a mysterious feeling.

"The sound of the drop just now, she played it wrong."

Zhou Yu turned around, saw Sun Ce's confused expression, and explained indifferently.

Sun Ce looked at him in amazement, his face full of surprise, "You can hear this". He had heard this song countless times, but he had never heard a misplayed flat note for a moment.

Zhou Yu was about to elaborate on the timing of the descending note, but he heard a short rising tone in his ears, which was smaller than just now, almost just an inaudible earthquake at the end of the singer's chanting. If the previous flat was an incompatible mistake, then the tone of the voice at this moment is harmless.

Instinctively, however, he turned his head in the direction of the screen.

"The rising tone just now turned out to be the wrong one played by the piano girl again." Sima Xian stroked the rim of the wine glass as if bored, without even lifting his eyelids.

"Ah Xian also heard the rising tone." Zhou Yu smiled, "But I don't know what's going on, I made a mistake twice in a short period of time." ”

Sima Xian looked at him with a smile, but he didn't say anything, only reached out and pointed to the corner next to the screen.

Zhou Yu and Sun Ce followed her fingers. That corner was originally connected to the pavilion of the piano girl, and there were layers of gauze tents in it. The lyre girl usually only has one who sits behind the screen, that is, the one who plays solo for the tavern, and the rest of the lyre girls live in the pavilion and do not come out to meet people on weekdays. But now in that corner, there are three or five piano girls lifting the gauze tent, clustering behind the curtain and poking their heads out, and the full head of pearls and jade Luo Cui looks particularly bright and brilliant in the swaying.

The moment they met the eyes of the person they had been spying on for a long time, they all hung their heads like shy maidens and whispered to their sisters, as if they were competing to guess who the person was looking at. One of the more daring ones, at the instigation of his sisters, walked out from among the brocade flowers, stepped on the light sound of the piano to Zhou Yu's table, and saluted the three of them.

"Excuse me, guest officers. The little girl's name is Yilan, and she is the qin lady here. I don't know if the young man looked back twice, but he wasn't very happy with the piano music this time? ”

"Not really. It's just that the girl played it wrong twice, and she couldn't help but look back. Zhou Yu raised the wine glass to his lips indifferently and took a sip slightly.

Who knew that before the words fell, the piano girls who were originally hiding behind the gauze tent all hugged and surrounded them.

"It's true, he only looked back when he heard it." "I can't imagine that I have such attainments at such a young age." "This son is so handsome, he is really talented and beautiful, I don't know if there is a marriage match? I have a sister who is quite fluent and beautiful......"

The piano girls were laughing and laughing around Zhou Yu, and some even went close to make jokes about him. Sima Xian didn't care, but when the piano girl asked about the marriage, her brows still sank suddenly, and an invisible cold glow flashed in her eyes.

Zhou Yu caught the light that was not too sharp, but it was by no means friendly. Naturally, he didn't take Qin Niang's jokes seriously, and he didn't listen to that kind of thing at all. But looking at the gentle sister of the string who is usually elegant, she is jealous, but she thinks it is particularly interesting.

Although she is in good harmony with each other, he especially likes to bully her in small things. Sima Xian seems to be a beautiful girl, but in her bones she is an untamable wild horse, and Zhou Yu, who has a young heart, naturally wants to see her different side from the past. Whether it was rebellious or not, perhaps it was only out of some petty selfishness, he wanted to get to the bottom of every lovable or obnoxious corner of her personality.

Those recklessness that no one likes in the eyes of outsiders, after falling into Zhou Yu's eyes, naturally turned into a rare tenderness.

Zhou Yu forcibly held back a smile that could barely be suppressed, and glanced at Sun Ce, and Sun Ce understood quite a little. What's more, such a situation always has to be cleaned up by him.

Sun Ce stood up to interrupt the noisy noise of the piano girls, casually picked up a pot of wine and opened it on the empty table next to him: "Sisters, they are really eccentric. Even though you were both guests, you only cared about talking to that kid, and you didn't take me seriously at all. punish you for drinking with me, teach me to play the harp, and I will not care about you. ”

The piano girls hugged Sun Ce and left, and there were only two people left in front of the originally lively table at the moment. Zhou Yu looked at Sima Xian with interest, waiting for her to say something. But she looked back calmly, as if she was waiting for him to speak first.

"Ah Xian is jealous." Zhou Yu smiled beautifully. The smile that has nothing to do with etiquette and communication is also unique to the spirit of a teenager, and there is a little cunning between the crooked eyebrows.

"I didn't." Sima Xian snorted lightly, with a stubborn fledgling on the corner of his lips, "Why did Senior Brother Ce send them away so early, I still want to hear how beautiful that Qin Niang's sister is." ”

“…… But I haven't told you what kind of vinegar you eat. ”

"You...... Zhou Gongjin! ”

Only then did Sima Xian realize that he had slipped his mouth, and he slammed the table lightly in anger, and the clear liquid in the wine glass shook dangerously. Zhou Yu, who was sitting opposite, laughed heartily. If in the past, Sima Xian would not be a woman who would betray her heart so honestly. Her mind was so deep and delicate, as if there were thousands of cobwebs twisted in her dealings, just waiting for her prey to fall in. But now, she can easily express her feelings and thoughts. Zhou Yu naturally knew the reason, but she was still surprised by the consumption of her city mansion, and on the other hand, she couldn't help but stand up and touch her hair.

"Sister Xian, it's really cute."

Sima Xian was angry, but he was helpless, so he had to let his warm fingers caress the hair on the top of his head one by one. She loves to be stroked by his hair. The gentle touch was sometimes comforting, sometimes rewarding, but more often it was the joy and love that came from his fingers. Sima Xian raised his head, looking at each other as if the spring breeze was blowing at the first sight. As soon as she opened the door that day, she firmly grabbed Zhou Yu's gaze, and the fragrance of orchids stretched the time for a long time.

But this time, it was Sima Xian who crashed into his eyes like an unsuspecting prey, and caught him off guard.

It's so clear and moist, and it's as enthusiastic as a flame.

This is the look in Zhou Yu's eyes when he only looks at her alone. This handsome and free-flowing young man with picturesque eyebrows only shows such a look when he looks at her.

"Ah Xian," he called Sima Xian's name softly with a smile and brought the wine glass in front of him to her lips, "The piano in this tavern is not good at playing, but the osmanthus brew is good, let's try it." ”