Chapter 115, Mingqin Jiaowei

A good piano is to a luthier what a famous sword is to a swordsman. Not to mention a luthier like Ran Tianluo, who even has a weapon.

When Ran Tianluo saw the piano, he loved it very much, and couldn't help but look at it a few more times. The piano seller saw Ran Tianluo looking at the guqin in his shop from time to time, so he got up and smiled politely at Ran Tianluo. said: "This girl, but you have a crush on Xiao Ke's piano?"

Ran Tianluo said: "This piano is good, how can you sell it?"

The man smiled and said, "Let's not talk about the price first, I think the girl is also a person who is proficient in music and rhythm." Why don't you try playing a song and see what the tone texture is? ”

Ran Tianluo nodded and said, "That's very good." ”

The man made a request and said, "Sit here, girl." ”

Ran Tianluo sat down on a wicker chair in front of his shop. The man put the guqin plate in front of Ran Tianluo. Ran Tianluo gently stroked the piano, only to feel that this piano seemed to contain some kind of power, which made people's hearts tremble slightly. Especially the scorch mark on the tail is extremely eye-catching, but when you touch it with your hand, it reveals a strong spiritual power.

Ran Tianluo gently pulled the strings, feeling the slight vibration from the strings, which was very regular. It seems to be like the pulse of a person, as if this piano is not a deserted piano, but a living body with an independent life.

Seeing that Ran Tianluo had been stroking the piano without playing, the person seemed to be a little anxious, she was anxious to let Ran Tianluo know that the timbre of his piano was brilliant, so that it could be sold for a high price. But when he saw that Ran Tianluo was beautiful and luxuriously dressed, he didn't say anything, just rubbed his hands and watched.

Suddenly, Ran began to pluck the strings. A crisp sound came out, like a high-flying geese, piercing the sky. A clean and pure sound, purifying the soul, like an empty mountain bird.

Ran Tianluo's ten fingers tapped lightly, turned smartly, and swept his fingers, slowly pressed, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, like a butterfly flying, beautiful.

A piano sound swayed leisurely from under Ran Tianluo's fingers, lifting the light dial, low back and tactful, like a yellow warbler out of the valley in February. When the strings are sprung, the treble is like a sword, like a sword soldier intersecting on the battlefield. The sound is sometimes quiet, sometimes abrupt. However, suddenly it is not abrupt, it is natural, virtual and real. The listener is like a spring breeze, like a great enemy. The palace tone is far from the feather tone, but it is excessively flawless under Ran Tianluo's fingers. It only makes people feel that their feelings move with the song, sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes frightened.

If you impress not only people who understand the rhythm, but also people who don't know anything about the rhythm, this piece can be called a swan song.

Ran Tianluo played a song, and the sound of the piano drifted in the valley, resounding throughout the corner. The people on the walls of the nine-story valley have stopped working, the merchants have stopped shouting, and the blacksmiths have stopped striking iron. All the people stopped what they were doing and listened carefully to this heavenly song. Above the ninth floor, many people poked their heads out to find the source of the sound. For a time, the valley trestle was crowded with people. But not a single one made a restless sound. The sound of the piano was like a woman's shallow singing, pouring out bitterly. It is like the heroism of life and death, which makes people feel tragic and moved.

A burst of chirping sound came into everyone's ears, and when they looked up, they saw thousands of sand finches flying from all directions, hovering above the ancient city. For a while, the sound of the bird's song was accompanied by the sound of the hollow valley, which was more natural and moving.

Fingers move with their hearts, and between the plucks, Ran Tianluo has already shed tears. Because she is playing her own story.

The tragic and high-pitched music is all the life and death parting that he has experienced with his loved ones. That low and tactful, is the silence she keeps with her beloved. Music can bring people's souls into the life of the violinist, and can make a person who has no feeling full of tears.

At the end of the song, the people on the nine-story trestle house were still immersed in the sound of the piano and refused to extricate themselves. Many people's faces were covered with tears. Many women couldn't hold back their weeping. It took a while before I came to my senses.

The people on the bridge started talking, "Oh, you're crying!"

One said: "What's the matter, you're just fucking crying." The man wiped his eyes, and indeed touched the tears in his hand. Qi said: "Strange, Lao Tzu is really crying." ”

"This piano sounds so beautiful! I've never heard such a beautiful piano sound in my life. ”

While everyone was talking, I don't know who shouted, "Okay!", and everyone applauded and began to applaud. Suddenly, the whole valley was filled with applause, and the momentum was huge, like thunder, and it was deafening.

Ran Qianluo gently wiped away her tears, and saw that people from all directions on the left and right of the mountain were clapping around her, Ran Tianluo was happy and a little nervous, after all, there had never been so many people paying attention to her at the same time. But this feeling of attracting attention is also very good. Ran Tianluo then got up and saluted the crowd in all directions.

Now, in this barren valley, Ran Tianluo's fame is resounding, and a song is played, attracting hundreds of birds to come to the court, and maybe it will be a good story in the entire desert soon.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and many people remained on the pier reluctantly, looking forward to dying the green pothos to play another song. The person who sold the piano was also heart-wrenched, and at this time he came to his senses and said to Ran Tianluo in surprise: "The girl is really a big country." Such exquisite piano skills, looking at today, I am afraid that no one can be anxious, and the only one who can compare with the girl is the owner of this piano. ”

Ran Tianluo said: "The owner of this qin?"

The man said: "This piano is called Jiaowei, which is a famous piano left by the Eastern Han Dynasty. The girl has also tried the timbre of this piano, and the texture and pitch of this piano naturally do not need me to elaborate. The girl also knows that in this way, I see that the girl has a lot of fate with this Jiaowei qin, so I will sell it to you cheaper. ”

Ran Qianluo said: "How much, I bought it." ”

The man smiled and said, "How about Xiao Ke only charge you two thousand taels of silver?"

Ran Tianluo was shocked: "It's so expensive!"

The man said: "If the girl knew the origin of this qin, she would not be able to say the word expensive." This piano is a little expensive, but in your hands, it is a priceless treasure. ”

Ran Tianluo said: "Origin?"

The merchant told the story, and Ran Tingluo listened quietly, it turned out that "Jiaowei" was a piano made by Cai Yong, a famous qin master in the Eastern Han Dynasty. Cai Yong worshiped Zuo Zhonglang when he was Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty, so later generations also called him "Cai Zhonglang". Cai Yong is an upright person, with an upright and honest personality, he can't tolerate sand in his eyes, and he always admonishes Emperor Ling bluntly about some scandals and bad habits. In this way, he contradicted the Spirit Emperor more times, and the Spirit Emperor gradually became tired of him. In addition, the eunuchs around Emperor Ling also hated and feared his integrity, and often slandered in front of Emperor Ling, saying that he had no emperor, was arrogant, and would have the possibility of rebellion sooner or later.

Cai Yong's situation is becoming more and more dangerous, he knows that he has become a thorn in the eye and a thorn in the flesh of Emperor Ling, and he is in danger of being harmed at any time, so he packed his luggage and escaped from the capital by water alone, came to Wu Land far away, and lived in seclusion. Cai Yong loves music, he himself is also familiar with music and rhythm, proficient in classics, and if there is a little mistake in playing, it will not escape his ears. Cai Yong is especially good at playing the piano, and he has a set of incisive and unique opinions on the selection of piano materials, making zuò, and tuning. When he escaped from the capital, he gave up a lot of belongings, but he was always reluctant to leave the beloved piano at home, take it with him, and take care of it all the time.

In those days when he lived in seclusion in Wudi, Cai Yong often stroked the qin, borrowing the sound of the piano to express the grief and anger of being persecuted but his ambition was difficult to pay and the melancholy of lamenting the bleak future.

Men are hard to get paid for their ambitions, and heroes are useless. For many generations, it has been the common resentment of people of insight in the world.

One day, Cai Yong sat in the room and sighed, the landlady was cooking on the fire in the stove next door, she stuffed the firewood into the stove, the sparks jumped, and the firewood was burned "crackling".

Suddenly, Cai Yong heard a crisp popping sound next door, and couldn't help but be startled, raised his head and pricked up his ears to listen carefully for a few seconds, shouted "not good", jumped up and ran to the stove. When he came to the fire, Cai Yong didn't care about the scorching fire, so he stretched out his hand and pulled out the piece of paulownia wood that had just been stuffed into the stove as firewood, and shouted loudly: "Don't burn, don't burn, this is a rare and good material for making a piano!" Cai Yong's hand was burned, he didn't feel pain, and he was surprised to blow and touch on the paulownia wood. Fortunately, the rescue was timely, and the paulownia wood was still very intact, so Cai Yong bought it. Then carved meticulously, meticulously, and painstakingly, this piece of paulownia wood was finally made into a piano. When this piano is played, the timbre is wonderful and unparalleled.

This instrument has been handed down and has become a rare treasure in the world, because its tail is scorched, and people call it "Jiaowei Qin".

Later generations have couplets saying: "Emperor Ling has no beads and goes to a good general, and Jiao Tong has the honor to cut the famous piano." ”

After listening to the origin of this Jiaowei qin, Ran Qianluo admired this piano master Cai Yong a little more in her heart, but when she touched the money bag, she found that the money was not enough at all, plus the coins stored in the soul. It adds up to just over a thousand taels. I can't afford it anyway. Then he shook his head and prepared to leave. The man looked at Ran Tianluo as if he was shy, and said, "Girl, do you want to stop thinking about it?"

"Can it be cheaper, I don't have enough money. ”

The man said helplessly: "This piano was bought by Xiao Ke for a lot of money, two thousand taels of silver, it really can't be less." ”

Ran Tianluo naturally wanted it very much in her heart, but most of the money was on Shi Yunyang, and she didn't have much money on her. There are also considerable expenses along the way. Not to mention that it's not enough at all. Ran Tianluo looked at it, and was ready to leave helplessly.

As soon as I walked a few steps, I suddenly heard a bright and bright voice say, "I want this piano." ”