My name is Gongziqin, my father was originally a Lile doctor of the Tianyang Empire, and my mother was a dancer who performed for the emperor. I was born into a family that was neither a nobleman nor a commoner. My parents didn't ask much of me, they were usually very relaxed with me, and my brothers were also very kind to me.

In our family there is a rule that men must be able to play a musical instrument and women must be able to dance. So during my week-catching ceremony, they filled me with musical instruments.

But I didn't choose any of them, but crawled straight to the courtyard and reached the sandalwood piano that no one could play on the teahouse.

This piano was handed down from the ancestors, and it is said that the ancestors relied on the sound of the piano to impress the down-and-out king. Then the king rose up and rewarded our family, making us a nobleman.

But for some reason, the art of the piano was lost, because for many years there had not been a piece of music that the king could empathize with, so my family was demoted from a scholar to a master of etiquette.

Although this is still better than ordinary people, the elders of the family feel that they are ashamed of their ancestors. So over the years, people in the family have tried to play him, but they have all failed.

And it seemed to be providence that I came across the harp, so my parents were glad to have given me a son-in-law.

But because no one in my family could play the piano, they couldn't teach me, they could only teach me the basics of sound, and I had to figure out the rest by myself.

In order to find the feeling of living in a cold kiln like my ancestors, I lived alone in the mountains and did not have much contact with the outside world.

But the parents were not very relieved, so they asked their brother to send them three meals a day, and they would also send some clothes when it was cold.

In this way, although it is isolated from the outside world, it does not cut off family affection.

If day after day and year passed, I would not have many regrets in my life, but because of one thing that changed my life.

It was one day when I was sixteen or seventeen years old, and I had basically figured out how to play the piano and was able to play a tune.

I was so excited that I waited for my brother to share the news with him when he came to deliver the meal. But after waiting for a day, my brother, who was supposed to come to deliver the meal, did not come. I thought something was delaying, so I didn't care about it anymore and concentrated on playing the tune.

After doing this, I was hungry, and when I saw that no one had come to deliver the food, I went down the mountain and went home.

But when I got to the door of my house, I found that the ground was full of blood, and I knew all the people lying on the ground. With my brother, my parents, my aunts and uncles, and some family members, I don't know what's going on, but it seems like I'm the only one left in my family.

I walked through all the houses in the house, just to find a living person and ask what was going on.

Later, I did find a guy who still had a breath of air, and he told me the truth of the matter.

My father inadvertently offended a nobleman at a banquet that he had always held a grudge against him. By chance, he heard that our sandalwood piano was a treasure, so he came to ask for it by force.

But this sandalwood piano has been taken by me to the mountains, even if my father wants to give it, it is not in the house. In addition, this is something passed down from the ancestors, and the elders of the family will naturally not give it to the nobles in order to tie it up.

And the nobles who couldn't get the sandalwood qin were so angry that they sued the emperor for the crime of hiding treasures privately, and then they sent troops to slaughter everyone in my family, except for me, fortunately I escaped such a catastrophe by practicing the qin in the mountains.

After the family finished speaking, he also died. I knew that I could not stay in this place, so I carried my sandalwood harp and ran around, hoping that one day I would be able to meet the Holy One and clear our family's grievances.

But since I was a child, I didn't know anything but writing on musical instruments, and I didn't know how to make a living, so I could only occasionally make up enough money for food by inscribed on people.

But as time went on, I didn't have anything to change into, and it became more and more rotten. Although I often went down to the river to wash my clothes and people, the holes in it could not be repaired.

Naturally, famous families would not ask people in poor clothes to help them inscribe, and ordinary people did not need inscriptions, so I cut off my livelihood.

I couldn't buy food without money, so my stomach got hungry very quickly. I was so hungry that I took out the piano that had been wrapped in black cloth on my back, and began to play it without myself.

I don't know why, this piano seems to have a kind of magic, and when I play it, I forget my hunger, forget the broken temple I am in, and forget everything around me.

I don't even know when my music started to break away from the original rhythm and gradually change into another kind of music. It was a very quiet song that was detached from the mundane, and gradually I became part of it, as if I had entered another world.

Yes, from that moment on, I really learned to play this instrument, just like my ancestors did. It was also when I was poor that I realized his true meaning, indifferent to fame, fortune and worldliness just to pop out of my heart.

When I finished playing the song, I also returned to reality from that world, and when I opened my eyes, I saw a thick steamed bun that was still steaming.

A girl was handing it to me, and she was smiling at me. Although she was born beautifully, she is not a country or a city, but for some reason I think she is the most beautiful.

When the girl saw that I didn't react, she shook the steamed bun in front of my eyes again.

"I ...... Not a beggar. "I didn't know how to communicate with a girl, so I couldn't hold back these words for a long time.

The girl smiled again after hearing my words: "I know, this is a reward for you, I like your beautiful piano sound." With that, she handed the steamed bun to my hand.

"Thank you!" I hurriedly took the steamed bun and ate it in a big gulp, looking very embarrassed. To be honest, I don't know if I was hungry or for some other reason, this steamed bun was exceptionally delicious, more fragrant than the delicacies of the mountains and seas at my family feast.

I still want to ask for a steamed bun again, but I am no longer embarrassed to ask the girl.

But as if she could see through my heart, she handed me another steamed bun: "It seems that you are really hungry, such a big steamed bun is gone in three or two clicks!"

I didn't know what to say, but I answered her with an awkward smile, and then went on to eat the steamed bun in the most taboo and inelegant way of eating.

If my father knew that I was gobbling up a steamed bun now, I don't know what I would think, but I don't know why, once I get hungry, I forget all the etiquette I learned before.

"Do you want to eat enough every day?" was the third sentence the girl said to me, and although it sounded very ordinary, it was the most touching sentence for me, who was hungry every day at the time.

"Why don't you want to, but I don't know anything, how can I do it?" Although her words touched me, it was undoubtedly an illusion for me at the time.

But the girl didn't seem to care about the frustration in my tone, but encouraged me: "Who said you don't know anything, you play the piano so well, if you play it for those nobles, there must be many people who will listen to it." ”

"I hope so. "Despite her encouragement, I was still pessimistic.

"How can there be so many wishes, that's for sure! I think you will play for the nobles in the future, and I will sing. When we have made enough money, we will travel the world. ”

"But I still have to correct my family's name!" I was very happy to see the girl, but I didn't know why I was very anxious, the bloodbath of the family is always my lingering memory.

"What's the matter! When you get the appreciation of the nobles in the future, you will naturally have the opportunity to meet the saint, and then you can make things clear!" Compared to my pessimism, the girl seemed very optimistic, as if everything in the world was going for the better.

Gradually, in the following conversations with her, I began to be infected by her optimism, and felt that the world was actually very beautiful.

On that day, the two of us reached a consensus in this ruined temple and began to live for a living.

It didn't go well at first, because the nobles saw our clothes and treated me with disdain.

But later, after a powerful person happened to pass by the ruined temple. Impressed by her singing or by the novelty of my voice, he hired us to perform at his dinner.

At the dinner, we dressed in the clothes he had given us and began the performance in front of many nobles.

Maybe it's because the sound of the piano is too novel, maybe it's because she dances so beautifully in her luxurious clothes, or because the songs she sings are so good, and overnight we are known to the aristocracy.

And then, as she said, because of this, we can not only eat enough every day, but also live a life of fine clothes and food.

Later, she felt that the two of us could only get one share of money for performing together, so it was better to get two pieces of money separately. I didn't think much about it before I agreed.

There was nothing wrong with that, and as she said, we all doubled our income.

But after all, the good times didn't last long, in a play for the nobles. A nobleman offered to help me convey my message to the Holy One, and I was glad that after the banquet I hurried to the place where we had agreed to meet.

She was there early as usual, but this time she wasn't smiling like she used to, and I realized something was wrong.

When she saw me coming, she threw herself into my arms and cried.

After I inquired, I learned that she was favored by a prince at the banquet and wanted to take her as a concubine.

Because this volume is the memory of Kotosen, the writing style is different, so if you don't like it, you can skip this volume and read the next volume directly.

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