A gust of wind blew up the leaves that fell on the ground and flew into the school building, where many students remained to practice even though it was late at night.

"Piano, violin, yangqin, guzheng......" The blue clothes fluttered in the wind, and the sound was as clear as the wind in the valley, whispering the name of each practice room. "Where's my practice room?"

There is loneliness and coldness in the back.

The figure stopped and looked up at the word guqin on the door plaque.

"I finally have a musical instrument that I've heard. ”

The door of the practice room slowly opened, startling the students inside to stop what they were doing.

"Classmate, have you entered the wrong practice room?"

The girl playing the piano felt someone coming in, slowly raised her head, and the movements in her hands stopped instantly.

Even the beautiful poetry of the ancients is not enough to describe the man in front of him, and there seems to be a long history hidden in those ink-thick eyes.

A simple dark blue robe, like the deepest touch of green in the twilight grassland, and the ancient bell that seems to be bronze hanging on his chest seems to bring people into the ancient Yin Shang era.

If it is a collection of 3,000 poems, it is not enough to describe this man's temperament.

"Passing by. When the guqin was first born, it attracted countless literati and writers to learn from each other. "Keep playing. ”

The classmate lowered his head, his fingers gently crossed the strings, someone was there, he was more attentive, halfway through the curve, his eyes were aimed at the man's slightly frowning brows, and the disgust in his eyes was not hidden at all.

"You hate me for not playing well. The classmate stopped his movements in an instant, he originally looked like a handsome guy who was a peerless dust, so he would play so seriously, but he never thought that he didn't appreciate his piano sound.

"Hmm. ”

"If you think my sound is bad, I can correct it. The female classmate endured the anger in her heart and pretended to be humble and ask for advice.

"It's not good anywhere, it's like a monkey plucking the strings. ”

"What! how can you say that about me, what the hell do you want to do?" the girl turned red when she heard this, and her eyes were full of anger.

"I was passing by and wanted to ask for directions, but I was disappointed to hear you play the piano by the way. ”

"Why do you talk like this, what kind of road do you want to ask, ask quickly and go. "The girl crossed her waist and slammed the man.

"Where is the classroom where the chimes are learned? ”

"What!" The girl burst out laughing. "You're talking about the kind of chimes in museums. ”

"Yes. ”

"My God, whoever learns that kind of antique, now there will be chimes except in museums. ”

"Doesn't anyone learn?" the man's tone was tinged with melancholy.

"Don't say that no one learns, I estimate that there are not many people in the entire conservatory who have seen chimes, if it weren't for the fact that I studied classical music, I'm afraid I wouldn't even know what chimes are. ”

"Oh, I see, what about Xun, does anyone learn?" the man just wanted to turn his head, and suddenly remembered something.

"What is Xun?" the girl frowned slightly. "It's also a musical instrument. ”

"Yes. ”

The girl took out her mobile phone and quickly checked Xun's information.

"It's an old antique again, no, no, who would learn this thing. ”

The girl looked up, and there was no one in front of her.

"As for people, they are walking too fast. ”

The dark blue robe fluttered on the rooftop.

"Brother, it seems that your situation is worse than mine. "From his bosom he pulled out a quaint clay object. "Your body is about to be weathered, and you may not be able to make a sound until you die. ”

"Your Xun looks exquisite. A clear voice sounded.

Zhong looked back and saw a man in a white coat standing behind him.

"I can take a look at him. Bai Ze stretched out his hand towards the chime.

"No one touched him for years, and he was about to be weathered. "Put Xun into Bai Ze's hands.

Bai Ze gently stroked Xun's appearance, and the faint spiritual power gilded Xun with a layer of light, repairing Xun's broken body.

Put Xun to his lips, and the mournful music quietly sounded.

Xun is the most incredible instrument, he blows around you, but you feel that it is far away, as if there is a long river between you and him, you are here, it is there, and the wind floats its sound to you.

And when he blows far away, you will feel that he is very close to you, as if he is right in your ear.

The instrument will always show a cheerful or sad mood because of the rhythm of the music, but Xun is not, when he blows him, no matter what kind of instrument, there is a strong loneliness and tragedy.

Bai Ze is blowing Chu words, and there is a touch of loneliness in the sadness of being alone in Huangquan and thinking about the ancient soil.

"After a thousand years, I can still meet someone who blows so well. ”

"There are thousands of musical instruments in the world, all of which will change with the sound. "Bai Ze's palm planted Xun shines.

"Since you can blow, this Xun will give it to you. ”

"I'm not worthy to be his master yet, there is someone better suited than me. Bai Ze clenched the Xun in his hand and listened to the new master that Feng was looking for for Xun.

"Who?" Zhong's eyes flashed with excitement.

"I'm listening to the wind tell me. Suddenly, Bai Ze opened his eyes, and the corners of his lips rose slightly. "Found it. ”

"Where?"

"Come with me. ”

In a bustling nightclub, a red-haired boy sits on a sofa with a bottle of foreign wine in his hand.

"Don't be angry, isn't it your dad who has found you a few little mothers?" The girl sitting on the side lay in the arms of the young man.

"I won't be angry because of this, I'm so angry that my grandfather was the first seven yesterday, and my father, an unfilial son, didn't come back. The boy looked at the photo of his grandfather on his phone, and hot tears dripped on his phone.

"I heard that your grandfather was a musician. The girl looked at Zijian with admiration. "Do you play the piano?"

"It's not. Zikan responded indifferently.

"Is that the violin?"

Swiping the photos in the photo album on his phone, Zikan grew up beside his grandfather since he was a child, and his father didn't pick him up until he was fifteen years old.

"Is that the erhu player? The folk music master is also quite powerful. ”

"No, my grandfather is a researcher. Zijian shook his head.

"What is Xun?" the girl's eyes were full of doubt.

"Xun is the most irreplaceable musical instrument in the world, except for Xun, there is no musical instrument that can blow the feeling of sadness and loneliness. Zi Jian gently stroked the photo of his grandfather on his phone.

"When I was a child, my grandfather taught me to play it, and it was the best music I ever heard. The photo of Zikan sliding to Xun was handed to the girl.

"It's not cool at all, you better go learn the guitar and sing to me, it's cool. ”

"You don't understand it. Zijian frowned slightly, and withdrew his hand from the girl's arms.

"What are you angry about, this thing looks like an old man playing, if you blow this thing to me, you have to lose my face. ”

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