Chapter Twenty-Five: The Sound of Heaven

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Zhang Xiaofeng, who closed his eyes and drifted in the vast sky, was attracted by a heavenly sound.

I saw a pale green mountain peak towering like a cloud, as if connecting heaven and earth. There are no other plants in this mountain, but it is overgrown with green bamboo, just like putting a green coat on the mountain peak.

Stepping into the mountains, a piece of greenery hits you. The breeze is gentle, and the bamboo leaves are fluttering.

And the tactful and smooth sound of heaven echoed in the depths of this bamboo forest, judging from the sound quality, the person who sang was a young girl, crisp and beautiful.

Following the source of the singing, Zhang Xiaofeng walked on foot, not eager to see the true face of the singer, but not wanting to disturb this poetic picture.

Only the singing voice is loud, and the poetry goes straight to the heart.

The years are silent

The autumn breeze is also tired of wandering

The remnant sun is in the west, and the back accompanies me for a long time

What is love and hate?

The red dust is rolling and difficult to see

Heavenly Dao is ethereal, and confidants are difficult to find and play together

Who can understand the red face and white sideburns

Looking back day and night, I smell laughter and get drunk in my dreams.

Although the words are short, the artistic conception is far-reaching and long-lasting, revealing the thoughts and loneliness of the singer. It was the boredom and confusion of the world, and the ethereal and far-reaching feeling of the unreachable path of the Heavenly Dao. Don't seek gorgeousness, don't seek appreciation, don't seek praise, but it is enough to seek a confidant. However, it is so difficult to find a confidant, and life is only a hundred years away, whether you can find someone who knows you when you have gray hair. Thinking day and night, only talking and laughing with you in your dreams, accompanied for a long time.

When the song fades away, the strings are plucked. The sound of the piano echoed again in this verdant bamboo forest, bringing a fresh breeze and fluttering the fallen leaves, even Zhang Xiaofeng couldn't help but feel a little lost at the moment, intoxicated, and out of control.

In the search, Zhang Xiaofeng felt as if he had traveled through the ages and experienced the vicissitudes of the world. I finally understood the lyrics of the previous lines. After countless years, the change of seasons no longer means anything to me, only my own shadow is always with me.

The sound of the strings can make people intoxicated, and even fall into the artistic conception of the sound. The person who plays must be extremely powerful.

When the piano sound ended, Zhang Xiaofeng also felt like he was back in reality. And a clearing appeared in front of me. There is a bamboo house made entirely of green bamboo, and the greenery of the bamboo house is undiminished, as if blended into the bamboo forest. There was not the slightest eye-catching, and it was in harmony with the surrounding area except for the only open space, as if the house was supposed to exist.

Before the bamboo house, one person, one table, one chair, one string.

The woman at the table was dressed in pale green clothes, which was so appropriate to her surroundings. The slender and white hands are still on the strings at this time. The most obvious thing is nothing more than taking the woman's long black hair, straight as ink, flowing in the breeze.

It's so poetic, how can it not be intoxicating.

"Smack, smack, smack!"

Zhang Xiaofeng walked to the woman in blue clothes and long hair like ink, clapped his hands and clapped three times in a row.

"This fairy, this sound should only be in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world. Zhang Xiaofeng said.

"Why did Childe say this?" The woman in blue did not look back, but she responded suddenly, and her voice was very beautiful.

"The fairy song is endowed with piano sounds, which is heartwarming and provocative. In fact, I am the most amazing I have seen, like a natural sound, I feel that the strings alone are a little monotonous, if you add another instrument to accompany it, maybe it is more exquisite. Zhang Xiaofeng said truthfully.

"Thank you for the compliment. This is just a little woman doing what she wants, laughing and talking, and hoping that the son will give more advice. The woman in blue said euphemistically.

"The fairy piano sound is wonderful, and I often play with the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but I understand a little, and I can't talk about guidance. Zhang Xiaofeng said.

"So, what kind of musical instrument should I add to the foil?" asked the woman in blue curiously.

"Since it is the piano of green bamboo, then the flute is the most accompanied. Zhang Xiaofeng said.

"The little girl has a flute here, if the son doesn't mind, why don't you play a song with me?" said the woman in blue clothes.

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