At this moment, the noisy tune suddenly calmed down, and a woman in white descended from the sky with a guqin in both hands.

The speed of falling was very fast, but it seemed to be very slow, Feng Zhiping's gaze involuntarily attracted the past, and then moved, watching her lightly fall on the sixth-story platform of great significance, cross-kneeling on the qin, pressing ten fingers virtually, and gently plucking the strings with a thick and low bell chime.

Hey, the atmosphere has changed.

In the past, the ensemble was dominated by two men and one woman, with bells and drums to calm the soul, flutes to embody spirits, and zhengs to form bones, leading other musicians and dancers like butterflies to form the surface and interior of the music, which is fascinating and immersive.

But at this moment, the three of them retreated, and the woman in white became the new core at the moment of plucking the strings, the only core, and only one single note controlled the rhythm and spirit of the entire orchestra in her hands.

The most contradictory thing is that all this is too natural, as if the woman in white has been sitting there from the beginning, but others have not noticed it, and it is not until this moment that her whereabouts are revealed.

Although Feng Zhiping doesn't know the rhythm of music, he has a lot of wind and flow fields, and he knows some unspoken rules in the industry, one of which is the primary and secondary.

The opera troupe has a primary and secondary, and the master is usually called "Jiaoer" and "Wrist", but the primary and secondary of the opera troupe is not as strict as the monarch and minister, the master and servant.

These four words, the elegant point is that it is difficult to find a bosom friend, and the vulgar point is that it is not convinced, under normal circumstances, because of the distant and close relatives and various relationships, it is naturally not obvious, but once you are fascinated by the rhythm, at a certain moment, it will naturally burst out with the artistic conception by the rhythm, so those melodies are more intense and excited, and the most new characters are born every year.

Judging from Feng Zhiping's eyesight, the two men and one woman on the fifth-floor stage are definitely grandmaster-level musicians, and their skills are no longer the standard for measuring them, they stand at a higher level, pursuing the deeper connotation of the instruments they use and the melody they play, just like he is to the sword, which is the exploration of the "Tao".

In this way, the three cattle men took the initiative to retreat in the face of the woman in white, and even before the woman in white landed, as early as the moment she appeared, they were aware of her existence and naturally turned around.

Rehearsed?

No!

Feng Zhiping's different rhythms do not mean that he has heard less, on the contrary, he has heard several versions of "Xia Weimian", and he has also heard the whole long song "Tianyuan Sigh" to which "Xia Weimian" belongs, whether it is a single article or the whole book, whether it is pure music or singing, there is no guqin in any version, the guqin timbre is too far away, and it is not suitable for this kind of lively tune, especially the most lively "Xia Weimian" section.

But now, he was stunned to find that the woman in white was really covered with brushes, and an ordinary guqin was perfectly integrated into the whole piece in her hands.

In the artistic conception, the two masters are still fighting in the river, and the spectators by the river are still full of interest, no one noticed that there is a low-key master mixed in the crowd, looking at the fierce fight on the river with disdain, but the hand involuntarily keeps rubbing the hilt of his sword, as if he wants to join in.

No, someone found out, the "sleepless man" found out.

The moment he discovered the swordsman, he became interested and came up with what he thought was a great idea.

He was tired of the grappling on the river, if he could let this swordsman get involved in a big scuffle, wouldn't it be very lively?

So he moved, and tried his best to get closer to the swordsman, but there were too many people.

After a lot of hard work, he finally squeezed through the crowd and came to the vicinity of the swordsman, and before he could speak, he found that people had already discovered him, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more disdainful, and he instantly stood in embarrassment, and his heart was like a deer.

It was only at this time that Feng Zhiping heard from the crisp and fast flute sound that the "sleepless man" was not him, but her, and although the other party's smile was disdainful, it seemed to be very good-looking, which made her forget her original intention, and her heart jumped and thought of something else.

You Jinglian didn't speak, and neither did Feng Zhiping, both of them were immersed in their own fantasies, and they forgot what they had just talked about for a while.

As the music progressed, Feng Zhiping saw scene after scene in a trance, seeing the two meet, acquaintance, acquaintance, and promise, and then because of some things, the two had a misunderstanding, and the strength became irreparable dislike, until in the end, the two people who loved each other deeply could not turn back for their own reasons, so they could only break their bowels with a song and say goodbye.

The face is cool and itchy.

Feng Zhiping subconsciously touched it, looked down for a long time, and then suddenly came back to his senses.

I'm crying?

Damn, what a powerful piano sound, I'm actually on the road again!

No, I didn't lose my mind this time, I was not an eyewitness, but a bystander, and the sound of this girl's piano seemed to be just telling, and she didn't try to pull the listener in and substitute for the specifics.

Feng Zhi calmed down, and became suspicious, he always felt that this illusion was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Scratching his head, seeing that You Jinglian was still suffering, he didn't bother, frowned and continued to recall and confirm.

Downstairs, Feng Moxiu stood in front of the terrace, bursting into tears.

There was only Sheng Yan in the room besides him, and the four leaders were kicked out by him as early as the beginning of the song, as if he expected that he would cry and didn't want to lose his temper in front of them.

Sheng Yan stood silently beside him, not looking at the stage, his eyes only looked at his husband.

He was by his side, but at this moment, she felt that he was far away from her, so far away that she couldn't even see his shadow.

Inexplicable panic soaked in her heart, she didn't want to disturb, she endured it again and again, but at the moment when "Feng Mo Feng" sounded, in the glutinous singing voice that was completely different from Tian Yuan's general accent and with a lot of tongue-biting sounds, she couldn't help it anymore and grabbed his hand.

Feng Moxiu woke up, stared at his beloved wife with empty eyes for a while before he retracted, grabbed her little hand firmly with his backhand, and opened his mouth to explain something, but the words only made his lips tremble a few times, and finally swallowed back, feeling guilty and speechless.

Sheng Yan didn't blame, only a deep worry.

She knows a lot of things about Feng Moxiu, hearsay, Feng Moxiu said it himself, as a husband, Feng Moxiu is definitely qualified, and there is very little to hide from her.

She always felt that she knew her husband very well, but it was not until this moment that she realized that she had not been able to enter the deepest and darkest layer of her husband's heart.

"Tian Yuan Sigh, did she write it?" Sheng Yan asked softly, his eyes looking at the woman in white sitting with a piano on the sixth-story stage. 127

Feng Moxiu nodded, shook his head again, and explained in a low voice: "It's her, but not her, if you guess correctly, she should be her daughter." ”

Sheng Yan was silent, looked at the girl for a moment, and then asked: ""Feng Mo Feng", is it written about you?"

Feng Moxiu sighed, nodded slowly, and then smiled bitterly: "Feng Mo Xing, Mo Feng Xing, Feng Feng Feng is bitter, she doesn't know if it's luck or suffering, I don't know, but think about it, it should be bitter, it's better not to meet." ”

Sheng Yan was inconvenient to express his position, raised his eyes and looked at his husband, lowered his eyes and asked softly, "What happened back then, can you tell me?"

Feng Moxiu felt a pain in his heart, and forced a smile: "The bad thing about Chen Sesame and rotten grain is not worth mentioning. ”

Sheng Qiao's head hung lower, covering the gloom that flashed by.

Feng Moxiu still noticed it, and finally sobered up completely, secretly scolded himself for damning, and hurriedly changed his words: "If you want to listen, I'll tell you slowly when I go back, but it's really not interesting, it's very tasteless." ”

Sheng Yan sighed, raised his head with a smile, and smiled very gently: "If you don't want to say it, don't say it, I won't force you, and when you want to say it, you can tell me again, I'm not in a hurry." ”

"You..."

"I'm serious. Sheng Yan put away his smile and looked firm.

Feng Moxiu's heart tingled, he pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly, coaxing her and persuading herself: "I'll tell you, I'll tell you, Chen Sesame and rotten grain, what's not to say! Marry that Wang Ba Lamb, she hasn't known how to arrange Lao Tzu behind her back all these years, she can't say it?"

The more Sheng Yan listened, the more frowning he became, and he stretched out a distance and raised his face: "Master Hou, what you said is boring, I have never been wronged when I married you, why use me as an excuse to force myself? I have kept every bit of what you have done in my heart over the years, that woman can make you so forgetful, I believe that she is definitely not the kind of vulgar person you said." In order to coax me, you arranged her like this, is this still the Feng Moxiu I love who has a saying on the ground? Please figure it out, I am your wife, you are my husband, the husband and wife met before Bai Shou did not rely on their mouths, but by doing, mutual tolerance and understanding can go smoothly in the long run, in order to coax me to maliciously speculate about the former beloved, you are not afraid that I will think too much, I feel that one day you are tired of me, and you will arrange me like this behind your back? Feng Mo Xiu, you ask yourself, am I Sheng Jian the one who needs to be coaxed, are you Feng Mo Xiu such a vulgar and shameless stream?"

Feng Moxiu was stunned, looked at Sheng Yan fixedly, and for a moment seemed to have returned to that summer night more than ten years ago, a delicate woman with bright eyes and bright teeth had tears rolling in her eyes, but she gritted her teeth and refused to let it slip off, and pretended to be fierce and angry to reprimand the crowd.

It seems to have returned to the day when she confessed her heart, the girl was obviously happy, but she was terribly sensible, she looked at herself with her face squinted, and sneered: "Uncle, can you think about it, are you sure you are not greedy for your granddaughter, I am young and beautiful, and the picture is fresh for a while? Don't talk about your family wealth and title, I'm not rare, the husband I want to marry has to be a person, not an object, not a title, not anything else, it has to be a living person!

How did you answer at the time?

Feng Moxiu can't remember clearly, anyway, it was Shanmenghai who swore a guarantee, poured out his heart, liver, kidneys, and lungs, and he didn't fall at all, and he did do everything he promised in the future, but it wasn't until this moment that he realized that he had never really known his wife, and he thought about her words.

Sheng Yan is a strong person, an independent person, he has always been, and he does love her very much and protects her, but this love is more of a given, a unilateral imposition, rather than mutual understanding.

Feng Moxiu suddenly panicked, he didn't know whether his relationship with Sheng Yan was true love or a replacement for the past, he used to be very convinced that what he was looking for was true love, not a replacement, but at this moment, he was confused.

If it were her, what would she do?

Feng Moxiu thought about it, and suddenly clenched Sheng Yan's hand hard, for fear that she would slip away, afraid that she would slip away all along.

Sheng Yan's hand hurts, and his heart hurts even more.

Since the first time he saw Feng Mo Xiu, he has always been strong and confident, as if nothing in the world can disturb his state of mind, but now, he is messed up, his eyes are no longer calm, helpless like a child.

Yes, he's just a kid, always has been.

Sheng Yan smiled bitterly in his heart.

She knew this truth a long time ago, but it wasn't until this time that she really understood that no matter how old a man is, no matter his identity, no matter his status, he is always a child, far less mature and transparent than a woman.

No matter how strong a man is, he also has a vulnerable side, and once he touches it, he reacts strongly even more strongly than women.

There is a saying that "I forgot my mother when I married my wife", which is very incisive, but the incisiveness is not in the literal meaning.

A man marries a wife not only to marry a wife, but also to find a "second mother" for himself, the wife not only has to prolong the heirs, but also from time to time to enlighten and persuade his husband, so a woman marries is to be a wife and a mother, no one can escape, this is the saying of "marrying a wife and marrying a virtuous".

Unless it is made small.

From this point of view, it is quite happy to be a concubine.

Sheng Yan's responsibility as a wife has been fulfilled, and the responsibility of being a mother has not been used for so many years because her husband is too strong, I thought that I would not be able to use it in this life, who would have thought that it would be used in this Qinglou today, she really didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Looking at her helpless husband, she sighed.

The road is chosen by himself, whether it is bitter or happy, he has to go on, and Feng Moxiu is different from ordinary people, at this moment, his mind is shaken, it is not an ordinary emotional breakdown, and if he doesn't make trouble, he will die.

Raising his free hand, he gently stroked his face in distress, and Sheng Yan said softly: "Why are you so stupid, you don't understand the words 'rare and confused' when you are old, and I am too talkative, so I shouldn't ask." Everyone has their own secrets, and so do you, I'm the one who is more serious. ”

Feng Moxiu shook his head, holding the hand on his cheek and refusing to let go, as if he was afraid that she would leave.

At this moment, a few wisps of fire burst out of his body, one of which was rubbing on Sheng Yan's wrist, Sheng Yan was in pain, but he was silent, he couldn't bear the burning pain and didn't move, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'm not leaving, I'm not going anywhere, unless you divorce me." ”

"Never!"

Feng Moxiu roared, his mind suddenly cleared, and he saw his beloved wife's ripe red wrist face change dramatically, and hurriedly held it in his hand to help him heal, looking at the stage with murderous eyes.

"Mess with my mind, so bold!"

There was a loud bang, and the main building facing the stands of the drunken brocade building exploded!