The sound of the piano woke up the half-sleeping people, and the sleep marks were still there, covering the wood door lightly. Dressed and stroked the piano, and then chanted the loose stone.

Walking on the crutches edge the mountain path, crossing the long bridge, crossing the crosswood, the moss in the middle of the journey, and the birds flying in the moon. I felt that the breeze was blowing cold, but it turned out that there was already snow on the top of the mountain, and I hesitated for a long time, only to feel that the snow blocked the road, and the old road when I returned from the moon and the moon before had long been gone.

Barren mountains and mountains, few people, now only the old piano depends on each other, the bluestone sits, strokes the qin on the lap, and also flawlessly thinks about what incense and bathing pay attention to, only with the mountains and the wind and moon to talk about the old feelings, say new things, but also count as a free heart.

Qin Yin remembered again, and tried to push himself up from the table several times - Gong Yusheng was so busy that he didn't even eat in the morning, and he slept directly in the master's studio at noon.

Gong Yusheng finally woke up, and the sound of the piano stopped. Looking at the "Matsuyama Jingqin Picture" not far in front of him, he recalled the source of the dream he had just had.

It's just that the sound of the piano just now is real, but it doesn't look like the trance consciousness of half-dreaming and half-waking in a dream.

"Awake?" Master Yang Mingzhu pushed the door in, and Lele looked at the apprentice, "The weather has been cold recently, and your habit is not good for your health." ”

"Just now, your Uncle Wang's guqin is almost ready, and it is wound, so I asked us to listen to it, and I asked you about it."

"I said you didn't wake you up because you had a hard rest."

It turned out that the sound of the piano was real, Gong Yusheng looked at the painted screen not far away, and always felt that these things might have some aura.

Xu is the sound of the piano into a dream, reminding me of the landscape screen I saw before going to bed, or maybe the landscape has a spirit, Wang Shibo also saw the design of this screen not long ago, and it happened to be at the same time to arouse Wang Shibo's will to play the piano.

The "Zhuang Zhou's Dream of Butterflies" in the high school textbook seems to be no longer as ridiculous as when I first saw it, and the philosophy behind this is by no means the so-called 'strange power and confusion' of butterfly transformation and fairy in the painting.

"The design was well done, I told him at the time, and he said that he found inspiration from ancient paintings." Yang Mingzhu said that he was the designer of this "Songshan Jingqin Picture".

Because of some unknown reasons, the relationship between this designer and Yang Mingzhu is not good. But in terms of artistic creation, the two can be regarded as 'like-minded people' who cherish each other.

The young people in the factory all knew about this matter, but they didn't know why, Gong Yusheng was also one of them, but what should not be curious, Gong Yusheng didn't bother the master.

"These designs he made are also suitable for our hook knife painting skills, carved lacquer and jade inlay, and it will inevitably be cheesy in the grace."

Although Yang Mingzhu can also slump, she has the skills in her body, and she has the confidence to say anything. When it comes to this designer who doesn't deal with him much, he can also have some 'I belong' arrogance.

"If it weren't for the ...... back then"

Gong Yusheng was just about to hear the master's gorgeous point, and the sound of the piano sounded again at some point.

When he got up from the bed, Gong Yusheng realized that the alarm he had set was ringing. Looking at the time, Gong Yusheng, who had simply washed up, cleaned himself up, and began to swipe his mobile phone while eating breakfast.

As soon as I turned on my phone, I was bombarded with group and private chats.

[Behind closed doors: What do you mean by sending this photo?] 】

[Behind closed doors: You don't want us to use this form as a background, do you?] Good looks are good-looking...... Frame by frame, hundreds of millions? 】

After climbing the stairs and flipping to the latest news, Gong Yusheng was still recalling his dream in his mind last night, and saw another series of news from Guan Qi.

[Behind closed doors: No, you slept at ten o'clock at night, and didn't you get up in the morning? 】

[Behind closed doors: Didn't you already start at this time when you went to school?] 】

[Behind closed doors: you won't ...... What's wrong? 】

[Qi Sheng: Borrow your auspicious words, I'm still alive]

[Behind closed doors: [white eyes] I said that you are fine, they are afraid that you will rest, I said to send it to you first, who let you send a photo without a head and tail will be gone]

Okay, good buddies just don't care about each other's life or death! Every time he meets his own child, Gong Yusheng feels that he is ten years old!