Yao Mengmeng paused and continued: "The Horn Bell" is the famous piano of the Zhou Dynasty. The sound of this piano is so loud that it is like a bell ringing and a horn ringing for a long time, which is deafening. Legend has it that the outstanding ancient pianist Boya once played the "Horn Bell" harp. Later, the "bell" was passed to Qi Henggong's hands. Duke Heng of Qi was a wise monarch of the Qi State and was well-versed in music and rhythm. At that time, he collected many famous instruments, but he especially cherished this "bell" instrument. He once ordered his subordinates to beat the horns of the ox and sing to help the music, and he himself played the "trumpet bell" to echo it. The sound of the horn and the song were poignant, and the "trumpet bell" played a sad melody, which moved the waiters on both sides to tears.

And the beam has a great reputation in the mortal world, and today's people have the saying "the aftermath of the beam, three days endlessly". Its language originates from a story in "Liezi": During the Zhou Dynasty, the famous Korean female singer Han E went to Qi and ran out of money and food when she passed by Yongmen, so she had no choice but to sing and beg for food. Her mournful song echoed in the air, like a lonely goose. Three days after Han E's departure, her singing still reverberates between the beams of the house, which is unforgettable.

The name of the piano is "winding beam", which shows the characteristics of the timbre of this piano, and it must be a continuous aftersound. It is said that "Winding Liang" was a gift from a man named Hua Yuan to the king of Chuzhuang, and the age of its production is unknown. Since King Chuzhuang got the "winding beam", he played the piano and made music all day long, and reveled in the piano music. Once, he didn't go to court for seven days in a row, leaving all the major national affairs behind. The princess Fan Ji was extremely anxious and advised the king of Chuzhuang: "King, you are too immersed in music! In the past, Xia Ji was so fond of the 'sister Xi' that he was killed; Now, the king loves the 'winding beam' harp so much, and if he doesn't come to court for seven days, is he willing to lose his country and his life?" He couldn't resist the temptation of "winding the beam", so he had to endure the pain of cutting his love, and ordered someone to beat the piano with Tie Ruyi, and the body of the piano was broken into several sections. From now on. The famous piano "Winding Beam", which is envied by tens of thousands of people, is absolutely sound. ”

After Yao Mengmeng finished talking about this story, he stroked the guqin with his hand and said: "The story of this "Luqi" has already been told, so there is no need to mention it. Finally, let's talk about the story of the "Jiaowei" guqin.

It is a piano made by Cai Yong, a famous musician in the Eastern Han Dynasty. Cai Yong is a native of Chen Liuyu. In the Han Dynasty in secular history, he worshipped General Zuo Zhonglang, 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 dares to speak out to Emperor Ling for some bad phenomena. In this way, he contradicted the Spirit Emperor more times, and the Spirit Emperor gradually hated him. In addition, the eunuchs around Emperor Ling also hated and feared his integrity. often slandered in front of Emperor Ling, saying that he had no emperor, was arrogant, and sooner or later there was a possibility of rebellion, and Cai Yong's situation became more and more dangerous. He knew that he had become a thorn in the eye and a thorn in the flesh of Emperor Ling, and he was in danger of being harmed at any time, so he packed his luggage, escaped from the capital by water, came to Wu Land, and lived in seclusion.

Cai Yong loves music. He himself was well versed in music and the classics, and even the slightest mistake in playing could not escape his ears. Cai Yong is especially good at playing the piano. He is very interested in the study of the piano, and he has a set of incisive and unique opinions on the selection, production, and tuning of the piano. When he escaped from the capital, he gave up a lot of his belongings. I have always been reluctant to leave the beloved piano at home, take it with me, and take care of it from time to time.

In those days when I lived in seclusion in Kure. Cai Yong often strokes the piano, borrowing the sound of the piano to express the grief and anger of being persecuted for his ambitions and lamenting the melancholy of the bleak future.

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 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".

Emperor Ling has no pearls and is a good general, and Jiao Tong is fortunate to cut the famous piano. This poem just illustrates this "scorched tail". The origin. ”

Yao Mengmeng's interest today is very high, and it seems that the words that have been suppressed for many years have all been poured out today, and Qiao Xuan has become her best audience. Qiao Xuan listened to it with relish, although he was a human being in two lives, he had seen and heard strange old things, and he had seen new and strange things, which could be said to be too numerous. However, those are all the observations and experiences in the cultivation realm, and listening to Yao Mengmeng's explanation of the love, love, and grievances of this worldly person, it still feels very fresh.

"Sister Mengmeng, you know so much, my little sister really admires it. When Yao Mengmeng finished speaking, Qiao Xuan couldn't help but applaud, and couldn't help nodding and praising it, this is by no means pretentious, but admiring this talented woman from the bottom of his heart.

"These stories, I used to read them in books, and now it's been a long time, and I don't remember it, and I'm a little interested today, so I just talk about it casually, so that my sister can laugh. Yao Mengmeng smiled and said disappreciatively.

"Sister, listen to what you said, if you know the history of this piano so well, it must be a first-class play, can you play a piece of fairy music around the beam, so that my sister and I can also rise in posture, okay." Qiao Xuan saw that Yao Mengmeng was modest, so he chuckled, pretended to be very respectful, took Yao Mengmeng's jade hand, and said earnestly.

Yao Mengmeng's little hand, smooth as condensed fat, soft and delicate, made Qiao Xuan's heart ripple, and he unconsciously stroked a few handfuls gently.

"Sister, you are not an outsider, today I will play an ancient song "Butterfly Loves Flowers" for you, which can be regarded as a little blessing for our sisters' affection. Yao Mengmeng looked at the ancient song Luqi, she hadn't touched this guqin for a long time. However, she has always had a dream in her heart, that is, to be able to live a happy life with her bosom friend in the world and live a happy life with her blowing the flute and me playing the piano. She has been familiar with poetry and history since she was a child, and the story she envies the most is the story of her bosom friend.

Thinking of this, Yao Mengmeng turned his head to Qiao Xuan and said, "Since I recognize you as my sister, I regard you as my relatives, and I hope we can become real bosom friends." ”

Qiao Xuan was surprised and said: "My sister is sincere to my sister, but I don't know how to become a bosom friend, what kind of story does this bosom friend have?"

Yao Mengmeng said lightly: "Bosom friend, that is, our sisters can have a heart-to-heart connection and a pure friendship. The origin of the bosom friend is also related to music, according to legend, there was a Yu Boya in ancient mortal times who loved music since he was a child, and his teacher Cheng Lian once took him to Penglai Mountain in the East China Sea. Appreciating the beauty and wonder of nature made him realize the true meaning of music. He played the piano, and the sound of the piano was beautiful and beautiful, like mountains and flowing water. Although many people praise his piano skills, he thinks that he has never met anyone who can really understand his piano sound. He was always looking for his soulmate.

One year, Yu Boya was ordered by the King of Jin to envoy to the state of Chu. On August 15, he sailed to the mouth of the Hanyang River. In the event of wind and waves, moored under a hill. At night. The wind and waves gradually subsided, the clouds opened and the moon rose, and the scenery was very charming. Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Yu Boya was excited. I took out the piano I had brought with me and played it intently. He played song after song, and just as he was completely immersed in the beautiful sound of the piano, he suddenly saw a man standing motionless on the shore. Yu Boya was taken aback. With a "snap", one string was plucked. Yu Boya was guessing why the people on the shore had come. Then he heard the man say to him loudly: "Sir, don't be suspicious, I am a firewood collector, and I came home late, and when I came here and heard you playing the piano, I thought the sound of the piano was wonderful, and I couldn't help but stand here and listen." ”

Yu Boya took a closer look by the moonlight, and there was a load of dry firewood next to the person, and he was indeed a firewood collector. Yu Boya thought to himself: How can a woodcutter who collects firewood understand my piano? So he asked, "Since you know the sound of the piano, can you please tell me what kind of song I play?"

After listening to Yu Boya's question, the firewood man replied with a smile: "Sir, what you just played was the score of Confucius praising his disciple Yan Hui, but unfortunately, when you played the fourth sentence, the string broke. ”

The wood-gatherer's answer was good, and Yu Boya couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly invited him to come on the boat to talk. When the firewood man saw Yu Boya playing the qin, he said, "This is the Yaoqin, which is said to have been made by the Fuxi clan." Then he told the origin of this Yaoqin. Listening to the story of the firewood beater, Yu Boya couldn't help but secretly admire it in his heart. Then Yu Boya played a few more songs for the wood-beater, asking him to recognize the meaning. When he played the piano majesticly and high-pitched, the firewood man said: "This sound of the piano expresses the majestic momentum of the mountains." When the sound of the piano became fresh and smooth, the firewood beater said, "The sound of playing the piano after this is an expression of endless flowing water." ”

Yu Boya couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised when he heard it, no one could understand the thoughts he expressed with the sound of the piano in the past, but the woodcutter in front of him could hear it clearly. Unexpectedly, under this wild ridge, he met a bosom friend he couldn't find for a long time, so he asked the name of the man who beat firewood to be Zhong Ziqi, and drank wine with him. The more they talked, the more speculative they became, they hated each other late, and they became brothers. It is agreed that we will meet here again in the Mid-Autumn Festival of the following year.

In the Mid-Autumn Festival of the second year after shedding tears and saying goodbye to Zhong Ziqi, Yu Boya came to the mouth of the Hanyang River as promised, but he waited and waited, and he didn't see Zhong Ziqi come to the appointment, so he played the piano to summon this bosom friend, but after a long time, no one came. The next day, Yu Boya asked an old man about Zhong Ziqi's whereabouts, and the old man told him that Zhong Ziqi had unfortunately contracted an illness and died. Before he died, he left his last words, he wanted to build the tomb by the river, and when they met on August 15, they would listen to the sound of Yu Boya's piano.

Listening to the old man's words, Yu Boya was very sad, he came to Zhong Ziqi's grave, and played the ancient song "High Mountains and Flowing Water" sadly. After playing, he broke the strings, sighed, and smashed his beloved Yaoqin on the bluestone. He said sadly: My only bosom friend is no longer alive, who else is playing this piano to?"

Yao Mengmeng told the story of this bosom friend to Qiao Xuan, it seems that she is looking for it again, the bosom friend who can play with her piano flute, Qiao Xuan heard this story, and she also has a kinship.

Although he has countless confidants, there seems to be no one who really understands him, and there are few people who can understand his pursuit and his ideals.

When Yao Mengmeng dreamed of being a bosom friend, Qiao Xuan seemed to have an urge to step forward to take care of him, but he suddenly woke up, he was not the main body now, but the identity of Xiaocui, if he recovered his male body, I am afraid it would be impossible to become a bosom friend with Yao Mengmeng.

Qiao Xuan couldn't help but shake his head regretfully, although the uncle wants you to blow the flute and I play the piano, but the uncle's five tones are incomplete, and there is no way to do it.

When Qiao Xuanzheng's mind was wide open and he was thinking wildly, Yao Mengmeng was already sitting in front of Guqin Luqi, Yao Mengmeng didn't speak anymore, only flicked his fingers, and heard a sound of heaven coming slowly from far and near.

At first, the sound was still light, as if a clear spring was bubbling down on the mountain, and gradually it became compact again, like a drizzle in early spring. Listening carefully, the sound of the piano seems to have a strange magic, the rhyme seems to hover overhead, and it seems to whisper in the ear, which makes people intoxicated.

"Long Yunfei, the riverside is full of smoke and waves for a long time.

Standing up at the Guan River Xiao Suo, thousands of miles of clear autumn, endure the gaze.

Qi Shenjing, Yingying Fairy, don't come to the brocade word is difficult to match.

The broken goose has no basis, and Ran Ran flew down Tingzhou, thinking about it.

secretly thought about the beginning, how many and quiet parties;

How do you know that the difficult period of gathering and dispersing turns into rain and hatred.

Blocking the chase.

Every time you climb the mountain and face the water, you will be troubled in your life, and you will never be speechless, but you will go down to the next floor. ”

A pleasant female voice came, crisp and gentle, as if telling the girl's heart, soft and gentle, expressing the resentment in this word vividly and vividly.

This is the word made by the famous lyricist Liu San in the history of secular people, and the name of the word brand is "Butterfly Love Flower".

Liu Sanchang, a master of lyrics and music in secular history, claims to be "ordered to fill in the lyrics Liu Sanchang", writes lyrics with his life's energy, and promises himself to be "white-clothed and beautiful". Its words linger and linger, charming and close to love, which is the best in the words. (To be continued......)