Du Yuanyuan was also drunk and hazy, his eyes narrowed and smiled at Xue Qiantu, and he waved his hand, "Don't go, my wife and I won't go anywhere, right, concubine." ”

"Get out." Mo Qingye held his cheeks with one hand and hooked up a dreamy smile, and said angrily.

"That's not right, eldest nephew, aren't you what you are now, Si Zhan Shenjun, you are a great official, you are a person from heaven, how can you stay in the demon world and mix with us." Xue Qiantu shook his head, his expression was a little sad, "Come, have another drink, for the sake of my eldest nephew's future." ”

"Expedient." Du Yuanyuan also began to blow his beard while he was a little drunk, "What kind of god do you want to be when Lao Tzu wants to be, I'm not rare, yes, not at all, how to say it, disdain." But I shouldn't come down, I can't do it, I'm going to lose my head, besides, I'm not alone, and, there is. As he spoke, he burped and put his arms around Qingye's neck, "What about my wife, hehe." ”

"You're going to die, aren't you?" Qingye pushed him away in disgust, and he was dizzy, and slapped the table and said, "Come on!" ”

"What? Hehehe. Xue Qiantu laughed so much that he almost didn't come out, and pointed to Qingye and looked at Bai Wei and said, "Oh, did you hear it just now, his disaster-inducing python still has to play the piano, pretend, pretend to be elegant." ”

Du Yuanyuan raised his hand and poked it Xue Qiantu's head, "What is it to pretend to be elegant, my wife is already very elegant, madam, play me a spring tune." ”

"Poof......" Bai Wei, who was still sober, almost didn't squirt out a sip of wine, "That's called Yangchun Sanhe." ”

"It's all the same, it's all the same, the focus is on the word spring." Du stood up remotely and swayed, "Spring is infinite, spring is a thousand gold, spring, wow." ”

The maid hurriedly presented the guzheng, but Mo Qingye flicked his wide sleeves and said, "It's not this." ”

The little maid saw that the master was drinking crookedly, and she was very worried, and she knelt down in a hurry, "The slave is stupid, I don't know what the lord said, it is ......"

"Bring me my son's water organ." The green night is sprinkled, "Today, Benjun is quite interested, let you open your eyes." ”

"Yes, the slave will go and get it." The little maid hurriedly retreated.

Du Yuanyuan was confused, he really hadn't seen Qingye play this, and asked, "Madam, what is the water piano." ”

"Stupid, stupid." Xue Qiantu on the side pursed his lips and swore solemnly, "Waterfowl refers to ducks, geese, and a series of poultry living in the water." ”

"I'll go to your sister's, you can just lie on the table." Du Yuanyuan laughed, and even Mo Qingye couldn't help laughing.

Suddenly, there were two maids on the left and on the right to carry up a half-moon-shaped harp, this thing Xiao Du had seen in his previous life, it was a harp, a Western thing, I really don't know where Mo Qingye got it.

However, in order to give face to Xiao Mojun, he had to pretend to be very novel, and he saw an unseen stupidity, staggered over, and gently brushed the crescent-shaped piano bone, "It's so decent!" This is the legendary water organ? It's the first time I've seen Lao Tzu. What's going on with this thing, ma'am, play a song and let me feast on it. ”

Looking at the appearance of Xue Qiantu and Bai Wei, they are no strangers to this instrument, they seem to have seen it before, but they are just waiting for the green night to show their skills.

The harp is exquisite, the bones seem to be carved from jade, and if not, they are as clear as ice crystals, as if they melt when exposed to sunlight. The strings are a kind of material that is difficult to distinguish from Du Yuan, most of the strings are made of silk, metal, sheep intestines or filament plastic fibers, and the strings of this water organ are obviously not ordinary things, they look seven points transparent, as thin as a hair, and when the night breeze blows, the silk ice strings will ripple lightly with the wind, as if the invisible substance is as light and soft.

Du Yuanzai carefully looked at the piano for a moment, thinking that it would not be surprising that there were any treasures in this world, so he didn't ask any more questions, slowly sat down, and waited quietly.

I saw the green night curling up to the water piano, the water piano was very high, he stood there, the head of the piano was about the position of his chest, so he didn't need to sit down to play. The moon-bent bones are facing away from him, the strings are outward, he concentrates for a moment, his slender and slender hands gently fall on the strings, his fingertips are lightly plucked, and a special, indescribably beautiful piano sound flows out, this kind of piano sound is difficult to describe, not like the guzheng, but also very different from the pipa, if it is described by the mountain flowing water, the silver bottle bursts, etc., it is too vulgar, and it is not appropriate.

It's a kind of emptiness. It is so empty that the listener forgets that it is the sound of the piano.

Rather, it was like some kind of song coming from the distant sky, with an oracle that could not be spied on.

Of course, it was so sad.

When he heard the first syllable, Xiao Du's heart was inexplicably moved, and the feeling was very subtle, like suddenly remembering the old past, with shallow sadness and a touch of relieved happiness.

As the sound of the piano continues to pour out in the night, the world becomes quiet.

Bai Wei and Xue Qiantu also held their breath and listened quietly.

It's been a long time since I've heard Qingye play this water organ.

This is still his pastime when he is in heaven and has nothing to do.

However, since the fall from heaven, he has not touched this harp.

Now, playing it again, what is the meaning of it?

Although Mo Qingye said that he was in a good mood on the surface, his mind has always been hidden and elusive.

The Qingwang Mansion and even the heavens and the earth were obliterated by the sound of the song and the piano, and for a while they forgot where they were. Xue Qiantu's mind came to mind the days of indulging in the mountains and rivers in Fanluo Mountain in the past, and remembered his former high-spirited self. Bai Wei thought of Mei Mei again, the person who had lost him, remembered what he looked like when he died, and remembered the hands he stretched out to himself but never touched them. Du Yuanyuan remembered the original world, remembered the years he was there, the lights were bright and green, the neon flashed, and those who could never be seen again were such sincere brothers.

Before you know it, the night is dawning, and the sky is white.

The sound of the piano faded in the morning mist, and they remained in another world.

After a long time, Qingye smiled lightly, looked at the sky and said, "I'm very happy and content." I never dreamed that we would be together again and have a good time. It's really enough, and I have no regrets in this life. ”

The other three people eased their minds at this time, and Du Yuan let out a long breath, but he still couldn't completely get rid of the confusing sadness in his heart, "The wine has been drunk, and the piano has been played enough, so let's rest in peace." As he spoke, he looked at Bai Wei and the others for advice.

At this time, the strong alcohol has dissipated, and only a wisp of drunken and slightly drunk haze remains.

Xue Qiantu brought up the old matter again, but this time his tone was much more solemn, "Xiao Cheng, when do you plan to go back." ”

"I don't know." Du Yuanyuan smiled and sighed, "To be honest, I don't want to go back." ”

At this moment, Mo Qingye suddenly asked faintly, "Do you remember the oath you made to yourself?" ”