Both pieces are old songs of the Heavenly Closed City, but they are played very carefully, and the technique is also extremely skillful, and the strings continue to emit a pleasant clean sound under the plucking of the green jade fingers, surrounded from all directions, and do not appear oppressive, but have a sense of moisturizing and silent penetration. In this infiltration, a spiritual resonance fluctuated in his heart, Huo Qinglong felt as if he had seen the Master of Medicine Immortals, and remembered what the master had said, and then he shook his head.

"Why did Childe shake his head?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I thought of some things about the lockdown of the city and the border gates. ”

"It's a little difficult to see Childe frowning?"

"But so. Huo Qinglong drank another glass of wine, he thought for a while and said: "I want to mourn for those deceased soldiers at the border pass, I don't know if you have any suitable music here." ”

"The slave family has a new tune! It is said to be a tune from the novel 'The Porter'. ”

"Porter, then you might as well play and listen. ”

"Slave, just play—"

Dream Eve is not just playing, she also sings after the tune unfolds, this is the latest version of Wang Feiyi rearranged according to the characteristics of Dream Eve, adding the Beijing tone of his previous life:"

The wind and frost of the north,

Split mountain stone,

The bright moon at the border,

Tear-breaking,

......

In a distant homeland,

The return of fallen leaves,

......”

"This one!" Huo Qinglong is familiar with this song, and the soldiers at the border pass have specially sung it for him, but at this time, it is sung by a woman with a beautiful singing voice, but it is a different feeling, if the border soldiers sing the hoarse and deeply buried thoughts and firmness, then the sound on the eve of the dream is in the ears, the poignant and moving song is the worry about the border pass, the thoughts of the pillars of the family, and the worship of the heroic souls who have wandered on the city wall for thousands of years in the past!

A thousand years of wind and frost,

The gates are still there,

The walls of the north,

When will you welcome back ......?"

Soon a song was sung for the first time, and the second time was sung on the eve of the dream, this time it was not only the crisp and poignant of the woman, but also the calmness and sonorous tone brought by the Beijing accent of Wang Fei's previous life! Hearing this second time, Huo Qinglong, who was completely immersed, only felt that the pictures were floating in front of him, and he seemed to see countless warriors from generation to generation, falling under the high city wall, buried in the tender grass of rich green manure, under the wind and snow day after day, slowly rotting, slowly merging with the earth, and the solid bones were also turned into mud and dust under the wind and sand for thousands of years, becoming a part of this pass, never separated......

The final note of the song was lingering, Huo Qinglong had to say that the woman in front of him would choose the song, and this song was played and sung, and the mood he had accumulated at the border was hooked out! At the moment when the song was about to end, Huo Qinglong was also a little teary-eyed, but he quickly lowered his head, and then dried his tears with the help of his true qi!

Looking at Huo Qinglong, who was bowing his head, he let out a sigh in his heart on the eve of the dream! And with this sigh, a song ended!

"There are four more, right?" Unconsciously, Huo Qinglong drank a little too much, originally he would not drink so much, but the environment created for him by the people in front of him made him forget a lot, and he unconsciously poured a pot of wine!

"Childe might as well drink less!"

"I'm fine! Did my junior brother tell you something?"

"I don't know why Childe asked?"

"Because these songs of yours are very good to my heart!"

"The non-defeated son just said that you have all been to the border pass, and told the slave family about some things about the border pass, saying that I hope to relax when I listen to the music this time. ”

"That's it!" Huo Qinglong rubbed his temples, and then asked, "What's the next song?"

"If the son doesn't object, the slave family wants to play a new song, which is said to have been written by a person named Nalan Rongruo. ”

"Nalan Rongruo, this is the first time I know this surname. ”

"Yes!" On the eve of the dream, I always thought that this poem might have been written by Wang Feiyi, but Wang Feifei refused to admit it, but Wang Feifei did rarely write poems, and maybe it was really written by others.

The melodious sound is the sound of the piano, and it is also the tune, this song carries a touch of sadness, a touch of longing, and the outpouring that comes with the sound of the piano, "If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind sad fan." Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable.

......

Hearing this, Huo Qinglong couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and then quickly flashed a glimmer of inspiration, and he didn't sigh for a while, but scolded in his heart, "This is absolutely, definitely Wang Fei's bastard boy, this kid did it on purpose!

Regardless of whether Huo Qinglong admits it or not, every piece of music hits his thoughts that he can't let go of in the recent past, and the piano player is not only skilled, but also full of emotion in the piano sound, and the singing voice is also accompanied by the piano sound, which is extremely beautiful, he can't help but be a little curious about the origin of this piano master in front of him.

On the eve of the dream, he ignored Huo Qinglong's curious gaze, but calmly began to prepare the next song, which was another love song.

Deep love poured out of the song, the singing voice, rushing and flowing, this is a kind of persistence, a kind of willingness......

"I would like to be incarnated as a stone bridge, blown by the wind for five hundred years, exposed to the sun for five hundred years, and rained for five hundred years, just begging her to pass by the bridge?"

"It's a good story, what do you say?"

"When Wang Gongzi and I sighed this song, Wang Gongzi said that maybe behind this person who was willing to wait for him for 500 years, there was another person who would wait for him for 1,000 years. Hearing this, Huo Qinglong was really stunned!

"Then who is waiting for me?" Huo Qinglong sighed, and couldn't help but think of his marriage contract, but soon he shook his head again, dispelled what had just popped up in his head, and picked up another pot of wine......

At this time, outside the house, Meng Qian was drinking tea with Ruexiang.

"Dare to ask Senior Meng, this Dream Girl is your relative?"

"Miss Yun, why do you ask that?"

"The slave family, I am also a little curious, but this song, this song is really heartwarming to listen to, this is also the song of the 'porter'?"

"As far as I know, the lyricist is someone else, and the old man of the song is not very clear. And this dream girl, please forgive the old man for not saying more. ”

"I see. Rue Xiang nodded, she found that she only needed an autograph, and she would help for free The 'porter' Wang Fei was defeated, maybe she should ask for a song for herself, but it is not bad to record these songs today!

"But the slave family, my drunken flower building is also safe, I didn't expect to have seniors to accompany me, and it seems that a few sons came over to do the same." ’

"The old man is afraid that this kid will not be able to go back if he gets drunk! Since these three boys were attacked in Youzhou, coupled with the recent turmoil in Youzhou, we rushed over to give the Demon Gate a little warning! But it is not a matter for young people to have seniors watching them when they travel through the rivers and lakes, so they will rely on themselves after this Youzhou!"

"I see!" Rue Xiang nodded, she didn't ask any more, even this Youzhou should also occasionally support her waist! But even so, it can be seen that Wang Fei's three disciples have indeed won the love of Tianfeng!

After a while, it was another tune, but this tune changed its style again, "The wax torch turned to ashes and tears began to dry......"

"Good! good poem!" Mengqian clapped his hands and clapped softly.

"yes! Each song is different in style. Rue Xiang also nodded, worthy of being a new grandmaster-level figure in the literary world, which made her unconsciously feel a little admiration, speaking of this 'porter' novel, she should probably read more.

Then there are two more songs, but these two songs have changed their style, a feeling of seeing all things through the vicissitudes of life! Whether it is flying blood on the battlefield or a high-rise pagoda, everything is not able to withstand the erosion of time, everything melts into that glass of turbid wine, all dissolves in that gentle smile, and dissipates cleanly......

After the last two songs of the seven songs, Huo Qinglong was already a little drunk, and he was not congenital, no matter how good the amount of alcohol was, he was still a little short of the good wine in the Zuihualou, looking at the wonderful person in front of him, the sense of familiarity in his heart became stronger and stronger, but he couldn't remember it.

"Oh!" With a slight hiccup, Huo Qinglong shook his head, he lowered his head and looked at the wine in front of him, the mood in his heart that was completely aroused by the song was rippling, and he poured down a sip of spirits, "Since this is already the case, just let me vent well!"

"Why is Childe in such a hurry to drink, why don't you listen to a few more songs?"

"Listen to it again? It's already seven songs! You, I heard this song of yours, it was my junior brother who specially chose it for me, this kid looked back and didn't clean him up, Dream Girl, you ...... You and my junior brother can be regarded as a traitor!"

"Childe, don't drink it!" "Seeing that Huo Qinglong had a little drunken dream, he said with a little pity on the eve of his dream.

"It's okay, it's okay, hahaha!" Huo Qinglong didn't know if he was venting, or something else laughed! Then he raised his wine glass, "I don't know why, I always feel that the girl is very familiar, why don't you accompany me to touch a few glasses!"

"If the son doesn't dislike it, what's the harm in having a few drinks with the son. ”

Huo Qinglong shook his somewhat drunk head, and looked at the snow white on the eve of the dream, "Aunt Meng, no! Your piano skills are indeed as the non-defeated junior brother said, it is everyone's level, dream everyone, can you play boxing?"

"Yes!"

"Then let's make a fist!" Huo Qinglong has had less contact with women on weekdays since he met the fifth pure tone, but as soon as he vented today, he let go, but took the initiative to pull people to fight with him!

Listen to the "Six-six-" from inside-"

"Nine-nine-nine!"

"A little!" came out......

Listening to the movements coming out from time to time, Rue Xiang smiled slightly, feeling that the three disciples who were locked down in the city this day were indeed interesting, but the most interesting thing was Wang Fei, who had not yet sat firmly in the position of the literary grandmaster. She is very interested in what novels Wang Feifei has next, but she also understands that Wang Feifei in the training is afraid that he will not have time to write a book for a long time!

At this time, Wang Feiyu, who was remembered by more than one person in the Drunken Flower Building, waited quietly, and did not hear the sound of Huo Qinglong coming back until late at night, which made him smile slightly, "Senior Brother Huo, don't complain about Senior Brother Huo!"

At this time, outside the window of the post station, the willow trees are sprouting, and the ground is also full of green grass, full of life......