After a while, the idle sail master walked out with a simple piano and a bamboo flute in his arms. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lightly placed on the coffee table woven by Zizhu, and said with a smile: "Jiang Shaoxia, behind this curtain is suitable for playing the qin, but in front of this middle curtain is suitable for playing." ”

"Since ancient times, those who play the piano know people, and they can enter the piano when they hear the sound, I don't know what kind of realm the master has reached?" Jiang Jinyu was also not ambiguous, and with a hand, he twisted lightly, and the quaint lyre sound emitted a leisurely trill, like a chirping autumn cicada, and then grinned and praised: "It's really a good piano!"

He now understands why this qin idle sail master went to get it himself, people who love these things to a certain extreme, have a fetish, and don't want others to touch it easily.

The idle sail master smiled: "The piano is the music, the wise, the enlightened." Light and simple, don't hear people like a piano, people should have seven emotions and six desires, can not escape the red dust and flashy, I have just reached the first realm of 'noisy cut miscellaneous, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate', just like Cao Mengde, and the fame is very bleak. ”

"The master does not need to be humble, he is already under one person and above ten thousand. I just don't know why the master is so persistent?" Jiang Jinyu smiled, his eyes were a little sharp, and he asked.

"Jiang Shaoxia is also a person who hears the voice, why not use this dusty sound to meet, one can be elegant, and the other can know people, isn't it wonderful?"

"Haha, this is really very pleasant, and I hope the master will give him advice. Jiang Jinyu hugged her fists and smiled, picked up the bamboo flute on the side and stood in front of the middle curtain, waiting for the piano to sound harmoniously.

Xian Fan Shi also swung his shirt, crossed his knees in front of the lyre, flicked his sleeves, and said with a smile: "Since ancient times, the flow of fireflies and natural sounds, so take advantage of the scene, then Xian will start with the Song Dynasty Wen Fengzhijin's "Autumn Huai". ”

"It turns out that Master Xian intends to inherit the meaning of Wenfeng, and the sound of the teacher is elegant, and the meaning of Huaiqiu is very clever. It's much simpler in the next one, and he writes a song from the random note, so as to echo the elegant rhyme, so that the master can see and laugh. Jiang Jinyu smiled and said humbly.

"Jiang Shaoxia's self-note, he is still so humble, Xian Mou should have lost first this time. However, the next thing is to see if Jiang Shaoxia's flute can suppress my piano rhyme. ”

"Please also ask the master for more advice. Jiang Jinyu smiled and said.

The idle sail master stroked his gray beard and said, "Okay, then Xian will come first, and after their own songs, they will play together." ”

"Haha, okay, master, please!" Jiang Jinyu didn't talk nonsense anymore, put on an inviting posture, and said with a smile.

The idle sail master held his breath and stared, as if he had changed into a different person, and the previous elegance, just like two people.

After ten or so inhales, I saw him put his hands on the lyre, and the piano seemed to meet a bosom friend, and with his thin and slender fingers caressing, a refreshing rhythm sounded in the drizzle.

The sound flowing from the fingertips makes people feel like galloping in the sky, sometimes like a butterfly with wings ready to fly, fluttering with smart wings, flowing clearly and brightly, sometimes like a mountain stream flowing stream, flowing loudly, from time to time naughtily stirring up waves, touching the stones on the shore, saying hello, whispering, and then continuing to flow forward.

The shadow of the passing years, the song of the wind, the elegance of the moon, the soothing and rapid rain, the vicissitudes of the years, the thousands of words, the inexhaustible, the broken strings, are all in the blood covered with fingertips, the frozen annual rings, and the sound of the piano resounds.

Everything that is alive around seems to be frozen in this moment.

Xu found himself immersed in the interpretation of the vicissitudes of the years, he took a deep breath and slowly relaxed, but did not lose that feeling, indescribable charm.

The dexterous fingers pluck the strings, sometimes unrestrained and bright, sometimes euphemistic and delicate, sometimes low and gloomy, which is fascinating and intoxicating.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano, which was full of countless emotions, changed again, and the clear and clear sound of the piano was so murmuring that the rain rippled at this time.

The rhythm of reverie is like a clear spring from a deep valley and a secluded mountain, flowing quietly, flowing through the twists and turns of life, flowing through the ups and downs of the years, and flowing quietly through the eyes of old age and insight into the world.

Until the end of the performance, a final note, he was engrossed and immersed in it.

When the sound of the piano stopped, Jiang Jinyu, Liu Chen, Qiu Wuxian and the maid who served them tea and wine seemed to be still intoxicated.

Downstairs in Yunshui, I don't know when it was already full of people, all of them obsessively holding oil-paper umbrellas, looking at the top of Yunshui Pavilion.

Xian Fan Shi didn't disturb everyone, but slowly spoke: "The words of "Qiu Huai" and Wenfeng's words: The concubine's family lives in Wushan Yun, and the flowing water in Wushan often smells of it. Yuqin popped up and turned around, as if listening to it in a dream at that time. The Three Gorges flow springs for thousands of miles, and flow into the boudoir for a while. The boulder rushes to the cliff and is born downward, and the flying waves are rising in the middle of the waves. At first, it was suspected that the gushing contained thunderstorm, and it seemed that the whimpering could not flow. The return to the turbulent meandering is about to end, and the time is dripping into the sand. Recalling the past Ruan Gong for this song, it can make Zhong Rong not listen to it enough. One bomb after another, I hope that Liuquan Town will continue. ”

It wasn't until the slang stopped that Jiang Jinyu came back to her senses and looked at the idle sail master with a look of admiration. The song "Autumn Huai" just now is like a heavenly sound, aside from the many senses, the technique of the idle sail master has reached the peak, and there is a hidden meaning of a grandmaster.

"The sound of the piano of the idle master, I am afraid that no one in this world can surpass it. Jiang Jinyu hugged her fists and smiled.

"Jiang Shaoxia praised, although I can be self-contained, but I can't do what I want. The appearance of the Xianfan Master Immortal Wind Dao Bone, stroked his white beard, and his eyes darkened: "It's time for Jiang Shaoxia to appear." ”

"Good. Jiang Jinyu smiled.

Standing slightly, his white fingers flicked, he pinched the bamboo flute, took a deep breath, and began to blow.

The sound of the empty and clear flow out from the sound of the bamboo flute, like the spring breeze green over the field, like the rain shoots falling into the shell of the bamboo forest, like the sound of frogs responding to the song, like the sound of the waves on the shore, and like a bright moon in the dark night, and like children chasing kites.

When Xian Fan Master heard this, he was stunned, he didn't expect Jiang Jinyu's mood to be so empty.

Only people who have no distractions, love life, and are full of love have such a flute.

The flute sound is euphemistic but with fortitude, and it comes like a mountain and flowing water, with a bubbling charm...... It was a resurrection of the soul.

From time to time, the flute sounds tactfully, interpreting Jiang Jinyu's inner monologue.

Suddenly, it gives people a picture of stirring the heart into condensation, in the silence, like the autumn wind and drizzle, through the vermilion and elegant door knocker of Yunshui Building, through the river embankment of the willows, through the reeds with the wind, around the streets and alleys of the Pinghu City Inn, sliding into the alleys of the suburbs, and wandering in the clouds and rain.

Outside the quiet curtain, it is leisurely and swinging, like a clear spring, cold and clear. It is like a drizzle of rain and breeze on the river, which leads to relaxation and freshness...... Through the years, through time.

After finishing a bamboo flute, Jiang Jinyu stood up with her hands and smiled indifferently.

Bang Bang Bang!

The first person to applaud turned out to be the idle sail master, who stared at Jiang Jinyu incredulously as if he had seen a ghost at this time.

Jiang Jinyu didn't use self-written slang, he had already outdone him, at this time, he was not jealous, but a kind of relief and surprise, which was his first real state of mind reaction.

After a long time, Xian Fan said: "Jiang Shaoxia is really a young hero, and his mood is so straightforward, Xian Mou sighs to himself." However, I hope you can stay away from this right and wrong. ”

"Well, you may also hear the flute behind me, and I'm determined. Jiang Jinyu smiled.

At this time, downstairs in Yunshui, everyone in the Yunhu Gang didn't even hear what Yun Feiyu and the others said, they were laymen about music.

Only the two parties understand each other's intentions.

Jiang Jinyu understood the ambition of the idle sail master, and the idle sail master also understood Jiang Jinyu's intentions.