After a long time, Lin Muyao came to her senses, let out a long sigh of relief, and sighed: "Xue'er's comprehension of the word 'astringent' is becoming more and more profound, and this song "Huayao" pierces people's hearts, making people unable to help themselves and unable to extricate themselves. ”

Mu Chengxue smiled lightly and did not speak. In this aspect, she does not need to be modest at all, which is what she is most proud of.

"So, Gongzi Qin, are you ready?" Lin Muyao turned her face to look at Qin Yan, "This piece is not so easy to learn, as far as I know, except for Xue'er, no one has been able to reflect the charm so appropriately." After you listen to it, how much will it be?"

Mu Chengxue also showed an expectant look, got up and gave up her seat, and led with a slender hand: "Young Master Qin, please." ”

Qin Yan sat down silently, thinking to himself: 'Seeing that they seem to be very enthusiastic, if I say I forgot the words in the middle of the game, will it cause some bad consequences......?'

Mu Chengxue came to sit down opposite him, picked up the jade flute on the table, brought it to his mouth, and gently blew a few simple syllables.

Lin Muyao was surprised: "Xue'er, are you really going to play with him?"

Mu Chengxue shook her head slightly. Lin Muyao had no choice but to turn her head and say to Qin Yan: "Boy, Miss Mu is very confident in you, you have to show your strength to breastfeed, don't let her down." ”

Qin Yan nodded: "I should do my best." As he spoke, he learned Mu Chengxue's posture, plucked his hand on the strings, and played a string of smooth notes.

Seeing this, Lin Muyao couldn't help but laugh. When Mucheng plucked the piano, it showed the elegant and lazy posture of her daughter's family, but this action was extremely funny when Qin Yan did it. Qin Yan's face was full of solemnity, recalling every posture and movement of Mu Chengxue, and he was not affected by her voice. As he slowed down the movement of his fingers, the sound of the piano turned tactful and sad, and the attic gradually sank into a low and solemn atmosphere, Lin Muyao's mind sank, and the smile on his face completely converged.

The darkness in the room was as thick as substance, and the faint light flickered and squeezed into a point, trembling and trembling.

At this time, Mu Chengxue's flute sound joined in, graceful and sad, accompanied by the low sound of the piano, pouring out the resentment in his heart. The flute and the chirping, the clear and low melody spread out in wisps, seeping into the listener's heart, passing through the eaves and windowsills, and into the empty and distant night sky.

At this time, the night outside the window is lonely, the autumn wind is miserable, the bright moon is cold and thin, and the stars are few. The sound of the qin and flute in the cold night is distant and miserable, desolate and lonely, whirling dreamily in the depths of the dark night. The melody of amazement, the low and mournful tune, slowly flowed out from the music, and the willow smoke filled the land of the plum garden, immersed in the heart, tied to the soul, making people want to cry silently, want to sigh and stop, so they had to be silent.

The sorrow in the night wind seeped into the depths of the soul.

Mu Chengxue held the flute and played gently with the sound of the piano, and the water gradually shone in her eyes, like the misty smoke waves in the autumn river.

Should she be happy that such a loneliness is finally shared......?

Just when she was stunned, she suddenly heard the sound of the piano on the opposite side change, and then changed from slow to fast, as if the peak was turning around, completely detached from the original rhythm of "Huayao", and the tune was very different.

Mu Chengxue and Lin Muyao were both startled, raised their eyes to look at Qin Yan, only to see that he didn't raise his head, his ten fingers danced on the strings, and the tune that gradually turned flat was as abrupt and dazzling as the sun under the gloomy clouds.

After playing the two songs "Heavenly Death" and "Flower Yao", Qin Yan has mastered the changes in syllables brought about by each movement. As a result, he was able to express the melody that he had in mind.

'Don't be too pessimistic in life, look at everything and look at the ......' is his advice.

After Mu Chengxue was stunned for a moment, the sound of the flute also changed, still desolate and sad, but it was perfectly integrated into the sound of the piano, and it even affected the sound of the piano and returned to the meaning of sadness.

The reality is like this, the past cannot be looked back, the future cannot be looked back, what is the pessimism and optimism?

'What a stubborn woman!' Qin Yan's music power is far less profound than Mu Chengxue's, and forcibly changing the melody is already reluctant, how can he compete with such a master? He feels like a flat boat, facing the wind and rain, and is about to be swallowed by the huge waves.

"No matter!, Young Master Ben's philosophy of life is something you can shake!"

At this moment, he couldn't care so much, so he gritted his teeth and forcibly bounced down. Ignoring the abruptness of the rhythm and the coherence and cooperation of music theory, he just played it according to what he thought in his heart.

I never believe in justice, benevolence, and fairness in the world, I don't believe in the so-called heroes of the rivers and lakes who hide swords in their smiles, honey-bellied swords, and deceit, and I don't believe that there is any difference between demons and saints...... But I don't believe that there is a concept of complete despair in this world! No matter what, as long as you work hard for it, it is possible to achieve it. Isn't it a very happy thing to set a goal and strive for it? Even if I can't reach the end in the end, even if I die for it, I will never regret it, at least I have not wasted the countless days and nights in the past......

My heart to the Tao has never been cut off for a day!

The clouds were still entangled, and the cold wind was still blowing in fear. A little green between heaven and earth grows tenaciously and grows strong, and when the winter days are endless, it stands proudly in the wind and snow. The white snow on the leaves swayed, the wisps of dark fragrance rose, and after the wind blew away the snow floc, there was a snow flower that showed a delicate but strong shape.

The sound of the flute and the sound of the piano are cut off at the same time.

Qin Yan's eyes suddenly opened, like starlight blooming, bright and dazzling, as if an invisible mist had dispersed a path to the sky. His slender fingers tapped the strings like a ray of bright sunlight.

Lin Muyao looked at this scene, her heart shook slightly, but the original scolding words could no longer be said, only turned into a faint sigh: "Boy, you are too messy, this annoys Xue'er!"

Mu Chengxue put down the jade flute and met Qin Yan's gaze, her eyes were shining, the corners of her lips were gently pulled, revealing a smile that was more delicate than a flower: "Thank you for Qin Gongzi's persuasion, Xue'er will remember it." ”

"Huh?" Lin Muyao looked at her suspiciously. I only heard Mu Chengxue say again: "I'm a little tired, let's stop here today." Qin Gongzi, we'll see you tomorrow. ”

"Oh, good!" Qin Yan got up and said goodbye.

Lin Muyao looked at his distant figure, and then looked back at Mu Chengxue, full of doubts that could not be solved. 'Is Xue'er's face like this turned yellow or yellow?'

When Qin Yan returned to his residence, He Zhongyi was practicing boxing alone in the courtyard. As soon as he saw Qin Yan, he immediately shouted with joy: "Brother Qin, you are finally back, I have been waiting for you for a long time." Come on, come on, let's talk again!"

Qin Yan happened to be depressed by Mu Chengxue's piano sound, and immediately didn't say a word, walked a few steps quickly and smashed a heavy fist towards He Zhongyi's chest. "It's a good time!" He Zhongyi shouted, waving his arms to parry. The two fought in one place, and it was difficult to separate.

After beating it so hard, I completely vented the stuffiness in my chest, and I didn't stop until late at night.

When he lay back on the bed, Qin Yan was already physically and mentally exhausted, and he was no longer in the mood to exercise his strength, and not long after closing his eyes, he fell into a deep sleep.