"Ren Fang!" The school ended, but a female voice shouted Ren Miao, who was about to leave.

Ren Miao and the phoenix butterfly holding stationery paused, and then turned around, but saw a girl standing under the tree, waving at him, seeing Ren Miao stop, with a hint of blush on her face, she quickly chased after her.

This girl's name is Ren Tingting, and she also belongs to a distant cousin of the Ren family, who is studying in a private school, and she is the girl who was "mistakenly injured" by Ren Tao.

Looking at Ren Miao's star-like eyes, Ren Tingting's face was slightly red, she was full of curiosity about Ren Miao, the son of the Hou Ye, not only because of his identity, but also because of his usual style.

If other classmates are impetuous and happy, then Ren Ethereal, in her eyes, is quiet like a pine and cypress, tough and connotative.

Perhaps, from another point of view, it is called maturity.

Women, two years earlier than the general age of maturity of men, so Ren Ethereal and calm as an abyss, unconsciously more than one level higher than those playful little children in the hearts of girls.

On the other hand, it is the reason for sympathy, they all know Ren Miao's life experience more or less, and Ren Miaoyi has always been frail and sick in front of people, so he also has a little more sympathy for this young man who was exiled by his family in a lonely city.

And now, the song "Homesickness" has invisibly raised Ren Miao's status in the hearts of girls, and has been promoted to a literary and artistic youth with connotation, depth, and a poetic temperament.

To sum up, the attraction of the young girl is not one or two.

Ren Miao obviously didn't know his status in the hearts of the girls in the academy.

"The poems you wrote are so good," looking at the handsome young man in front of her, Ren Tingting's face flushed slightly, and she whispered.

As a maid, Feng Die heard the other party's words, and stood proudly beside Ren Miao, as if there was honor and grace, this is her master, the master's literary talent, she admires it the most, and the right to talk to the master, only she and Cangyue can enjoy!

"Thank you, Miss Tingting, the master is coming back, do you have anything else?" Thinking of this, Feng Die took the initiative to respond to the other party on behalf of Ren Ethereal.

Hearing Feng Die's answer, Ren Tingting seemed to remember that Ren Miao couldn't speak, and hurriedly raised her head and said, "Do you have time at night?

Ren Miao was slightly stunned, because of his sensitive identity, he had been in the lonely city for eight years, and no one had ever taken the initiative to invite him as a guest.

Ren Ethereal was not in a hurry, but the phoenix butterfly beside him was in a hurry, and when she saw the worship in Ren Tingting's eyes, she had a sense of crisis! In Qianyuan, a society where men and women were quite old-fashioned, a woman's invitation to a man as a guest often had a special meaning! What's more, at the age of thirteen, a woman had already reached the age of getting married! Moreover, there were not a few marriages between distant relatives of the Hou Mansion!

Ren Miao thought for a moment, but he shook his head in Ren Tingting's expectant eyes, with Qian Wuyang's attitude towards himself, no matter who he got too close to, it was a harm to the other party, for himself and for others, he never showed his emotions easily.

Feng Die was relieved and smiled sweetly.

"Sure enough, it doesn't work?" Ren Tingting's eyes were slightly red, she didn't expect Ren Miao to refuse so simply.

Watching the backs of Ren Miao and Feng Die go farther and farther away in the sunset, his thin back became deeper and deeper in Ren Tingting's eyes, and a stubborn look appeared on her face, and she turned to leave.

In this world, how fast fame can spread, Ren Miao doesn't know, but what he knows is that Qian Wuyang knows very quickly.

One day a month later, Qian Wuyang's "gift" Ren Miao had already received it.

On the golden grassland, a carriage sailed slowly across the wilderness, with no one to handle the horses, allowing the horses to bow their heads and eat.

Suddenly, when people were happy, a breeze fluttered in their ears. There was a wisp of piano sound in the distance, melodious, and a kind of rhyme was resonant.

The sound of the piano in the dust, when the heart is relaxed, suddenly a breeze rises and falls.

In the midst of this wonderful sound of the piano, the heavens and the earth were quiet, and it seemed that the wind could no longer bear to blow impetuous, and the horses that were bowing their heads to eat also stopped chewing at this moment, and seemed to be fascinated by the sound of the piano, and their ears fluttered.

The clear and clear sound of the piano flows. It's like coming from a deep valley and a secluded mountain. Quietly flowing, dripping through the wrinkles of life, dripping through the ups and downs of the years, dripping through the blind eyes of old artists who have insight into the world, dripping quietly.

"A song of liver and intestines, where to find a bosom friend at the end of the world, fifty strings of Jinse in the passing years, years and months of Sihua Nian", the male voice sounded with the sound of the piano, and between the words, it seemed to contain countless emotions.

It seems to be telling, and it seems to be remembering something, it seems to be a fine wine that has been aged for thousands of years, as if you can hear the mellow fragrance in the sound of this piano, and all the distracting thoughts in your heart have been purified at this moment, and you can experience the rare silence in this earthly world.

"Childe, you never said you could play the piano, it's so nice!" The sound of the piano died down, and a female voice like a yellow bird in the hollow valley came out of the car with a tone of adoration.

"Feng Die, I've never played it, it doesn't mean I can't play," an elegant and elegant voice sounded, and there seemed to be some memories between the words, Ren Miao sat in the carriage, a light ink-colored guqin stood in front of him, and a purple robe set off a kind of chic instrument Xuanang.

"I've never heard the qin song just now, what's the name?" Feng Die asked curiously, looking at Ren Miao.

"Mountains and flowing water," said the qin song, there seemed to be a trace of remembrance in Ren Yi's eyes, this world, and the Xuanjing are similar, even the guqin is the same, this song of mountains and flowing water, is a different meaning for him, Yuqingjue, a name that makes him unforgettable, a peerless man who is called the Xuanjing Shuangjie with him, a man who makes him identify with it for the first time, a Fuxi god Tianxiang, can be called the first qin in the Xuanjing, with the qin royal road, become the first myth to break the void.

The most painful thing in life is that there is no better time to see each other.

"Mountains and flowing water", the phoenix butterfly muttered and repeated the name, her eyes flickering slightly.

"Master, I want to learn", after thinking for a moment, he raised his head and looked at Ren Miao expectantly.

"It's not difficult to learn, what do you use to pay for tuition?" Ren Miao's mouth curled up a slight arc.

Feng Die frowned slightly, thought about it for a long time, and seemed to have nothing to exchange for, and suddenly stomped her feet: "I don't care, you are my master, if I want to learn, you have to teach me."

"Hahaha", Ren Miao couldn't help laughing, shook his head and said: "Mountains and rivers are an ensemble song, since I learn the piano, how about you?"

Feng Die thought about it, nodded and shook her head: "You have to learn!"

"Greedy!" Ren Yiyi, who heard this answer, smiled and handed a piece of piano score to Feng Die.

"The piano is all about proper pauses, natural rhyme, high and low tones, infinite meaning, and it is not easy to refer to the rhythm. Quben a exercise, the Yuan people are divided into two, and the spring grass hall, since the hall, the Jiao'an all the spectrum of the ginseng, can get its unity, the upper eight sections are high mountains, the lower seven sections are flowing water, although the meaning seems to be different and the title is three-dimensional, there is no difference in the rhyme. Now restore its original body and merge it, and there is no disadvantage of losing the mind and agitating the sound resistance, why make it dispersed and divided into two songs", Ren Miao explained for the phoenix.

Half a moment later, a slightly jerky sound sounded in the wilderness, which may have been a little messy at first, but gradually, it had a hint of charm.

Ren Miao didn't expect that Feng Die had outstanding talent for the qin.

Late return, the sky has darkened, the carriage passes through the dark jungle, and the lonely city in the distance is faint.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the jungle!