Although Chang'an City is prosperous, for Sima Xianglu, he doesn't care much. Now that I am penniless, it took me half a year to get here, how can I be in the mood to appreciate it, I am not traveling at public expense.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the piano on the upper floor not far away, the sound was faint, and the song was long, so that this homeless child did not know where he was. So Sima Xiang Lu took his bags, didn't think about it, and rushed forward, wanting to know who and He Qu were so sad.

Passing through the blue brick road, walking through the wine shop and smelling the fragrance, the girl in front is graceful, and the man in the back is tall and strong, it is really a crowd like flowing water, only to find the aftermath and find the direction.

I saw that the building was called Defeng Building, which turned out to be a place for students who entered Beijing to take the exam to live and chat.

After the list was released, some people went to the Big Wild Goose Pagoda in high school to write poems to express their nostalgia, and they saw all the Chang'an flowers in one day.

And the rest of everyone called a few singers in this Fenglou, invited a pianist, drank a few glasses of stuffy wine, and sighed a few stingy.

Seeing that the violinist stroked slowly, the sound of the piano was very sad, and the singer also sang:

The wood falls with the autumn night, and the frost is three-foot platform.

Do you want to be sorrowful? It's hard to come back to youth.

When this group of scholars heard this, they thought that they had tried and failed repeatedly, and now some of them had gray temples, and they couldn't help but feel even more sad, and listened to it, and through drunkenness, they said angrily: "Stop singing, you violinist, how do you play the tune, do you want to laugh at us?" ”

The others also supported and shouted, and the luthier saw that it was not good, and hurriedly ran away. The piano is a thing of the Wind Building, so it is not taken away.

The literati stopped for a while, feeling that there was no music to help them, and their hearts were depressed.

"One more luthier, one more."

Seeing this, the boss was anxious, thinking: How many of these masters have scared away, where to find them.

Sima Xiang Lu saw that the boss was like an ant on a hot pot, turning around, so he stepped forward and said, "I'll come, I'll play for you." ”

"You ......" the boss looked at him, although he was beautiful, but his clothes were shabby, what kind of piano could he play, don't make those people even more angry and smash my shop.

"Boss, there is no candidate, why not let me try."

The boss was already helpless, so he had to let Sima Xianglu, the reed flower, fill the scene.

Sima Xianglu did it behind the piano and played it gently, although its voice was sad but mixed with the strength of not admitting defeat, like raindrops falling on the plate, soft but strong. For Sima Xianglu's miserable youth, what is the difference.

Sima Xianglu stopped, and everyone had been intoxicated by the sound of the piano for a long time, and suddenly broke off, waking up unconsciously, and even regretting.

Sima wrote a lyric to Lu Ti and gave it to the singer to sing:

A dream in Chang'an, where does life be.

There is a distant hometown to think of, and there is a beautiful woman.

The sadness of the people present was unconscious, and the sorrow of the fall seemed to disappear, and they all drank bitterly.

Sima Xianglu continued to stroke the qin, and the sound of the qin gradually changed from sadness to lightness.

As soon as the boss saw that there was such a talent, he immediately left Sima Xianglu in Defeng Building, taking care of food and housing, and having a lot of monthly money.

With the literati passing down, the name of Sima Xiang Luqin Master of Defeng Lou suddenly spread in the capital, and even Luoyang, the eastern capital, heard of it slightly.

Sima Xiang Lu was originally a beautiful young man, but now he has changed into gorgeous clothes, which is particularly attention-grabbing. Walking on the street, it attracted many young girls, and even the daughter of the king and grandson to watch.

It is the son who is like jade, extraordinarily unique.

Look at the eldest lady of the Zhuo family again, she went to Sima Xianglu's thatched hut to find him all day long, wanting to teach him another lesson, but she couldn't wait for a long time.

The eldest lady built a chic courtyard in the same place and turned it into her own country villa, thinking: That guy has no place to live when he comes back.

Soon, he was upset and irritable, and he had enough of staying alone, and scolded Sima Xianglu in his heart.

heard that his father was going to Beijing to visit his uncle Zhang Yue, and Zhuo Wenjun also went with him.