"A few mistakes, the sky knows the return to the boat......" The title page of the piano score is inscribed with a line of chic and calm handwriting, which penetrates the back of the paper.

Leng Fengyi took out the score from the basket and gently rubbed it under the oil lamp: brushing away the dust and dust of the stars, looking forward to its shining in the dark night. She carries this sheet with her everywhere she goes, and as such, it's been five years.

Burn incense, clean hands, swing the harp, and sit upright. The jade fingers carefully groped the broken lines like plum blossoms on the piano board, picked the strings and listened to the ears, and in the oscillation of the sound of the empty strings, it seemed to be able to hear the flow of time. This is an extremely valuable guqin, and she has been following her for five years. I don't know who gave it to her brother Leng Yinghua, and it was transferred to her again. My brother never told her, and she also laughed: What uninteresting rough man actually gave such a good qin to a Jianghu man who didn't know how to play the piano. Fortunately, she understood, so that the piano has a soulmate again.

The sound of the piano overnight, followed by the lingering sandalwood, slowly soaked in the post house. Liangqin, bosom friend, and a book full of affection, what more can a husband ask for?

Close your eyes, the pure and deep blue sky, the fairy tale-like sunshine, the river is also reflected in the blue and blue. The sound of a bell and drum drew her towards the brighter sky. In the stone pavilion, the piano guests from all over the world gathered, or put the lamp, or listened quietly. There are a number of famous pianos, which are placed on the ground in a staggered manner. In front of the piano table, a boy in purple is waving his sleeves and brushing the strings. Under the interweaving of anxious and rapid short notes, it seems to deduce a fierce confrontation, and the listener's breathing is also tense, and he can't be stretched for a moment. The taut strings trembled as if they could break at any moment.

Ten steps away, he silently shook his head and sighed slightly. The violinist suddenly looked up and met her in surprise, his hand tightened, and the strings were broken. Everyone present sighed and sighed. "Rude, everyone. The young violinist stood up and apologized, smiling wryly.

Unexpectedly, this sigh actually entered his ears. With a red face, under his surprised gaze, he finally couldn't help but interject: "The grief and indignation are too much, and the sound of the spear in the piano is crossed." Such a piano music is really ominous. What's more, the strings are almost tightened into bowstrings, can they continue? Although Guanglingsan is agitated, it will not use the sound of the piano as a golden stone bell and drum. ”

"The girl is also a person who knows the piano......" looked at each other, his eyes were filled with an intoxicating soft light, "It's just Ji Kang, who was killed with a knife in the flying snow in Guangling, how can he not be angry at the bleakness of the world?"

"But—the strings are broken. ”

Everyone laughed in an uproar: "Master Chu also misses in the end!"

The young violinist was not angry, only blushed slightly and smiled bitterly: "The piano skills are not good, so the girl will laugh." ”

She vaguely understood his identity, and quipped: "Those who play the piano must be pure-hearted, otherwise, it will really spoil the elegance of the piano." I don't know how the head of Chu, who is in the rivers and lakes, can let these seven thin strings carry the brute force of holding the sword?"

"This girl is so rude!"

But he was still calm and not angry: "It seems that if I don't play a decent tune, the girl won't let me go." Today, we will make an exception to make up for the mistakes of the suitable. When the people heard that he wanted to play another song, they all applauded. Leng Fengyi was even more puzzled: Why did this group of people love his piano sound so much? Could it be that the people on the south bank love flattery?

Changing the strings and trying the tone, Liang's father's mournful voice immediately resounded above the black stone cliff. The funeral song is poignant, like a wail, and like a wake-up. The long sorrow is like peeling off the cocoon, advancing layer by layer, turning into heavy grief, and the sound knocks on the hearts of everyone.

Secludedly, in the distant clouds, there seems to be a fairy chord singing, as if there is no heaviness - I don't know if it is the echo of the piano in the depths of my heart.

"Step out of the city gate and look into the shadows.

There are three tombs in it, and they are similar.

Ask whose tomb it is, Tianjiang Gu Yezi.

The power can row the South Mountain, and the literature can be the Jedi.

Once slandered, two peaches killed three soldiers.

Who can plan for this, the minister of the country is Qi Yanzi. ”

The sound of the piano is bladeless, but it is really comparable to the power of the sword.

It dawned on her that his sound was not willing to be reduced to the usual tune. When everyone struck the festival with their palms, the music of the loop suddenly burst out with more powerful power, such as the courage of the enemy, and it seemed that the entire Black Rock Cliff was shaking for it. She also applauded, and she hated to be one of them, to grieve with them, to fight with them......

When the sound of the piano stopped, Chu Tao was already standing in front of him one step away, and she suddenly woke up, turned around, and fled from his gentle and watery gaze. "Where did the girl come from?" she heard the question behind her, but as if she hadn't heard it, she ran faster. She didn't dare answer, her heart was overwhelmed with intense fear—what was she doing? did she know how much of a storm that man had made on the South Shore?

Why do you want to be an opponent? Look up and look at the dark night sky. It's just because she was born in the Leng family? It's just because the two Qi and Leng families have been friends for generations? It's just because of the unwarranted hatred between the two sides of the strait? The tear-stained face is dumbfounded.

A few days later, in the post house, the waiter handed over a sealed lacquer box, and there was only one piano score in the lacquer box: "A few mistakes, the sky knows the boat." "There is no payment, and the person who sent the score does not say where it came from. In doubt, the piano is played, and in the tremor of the ten fingers, the love is entangled, and it cannot be freed. She understood the inscription.

I guessed that no one but him would send her the sheet music on the South Bank, and it was still such a soft and tangled piano sound.

Guess that he finally knew who he was—but why did he send the score? Since he knew that one day, the sound of the piano would be the enemy? But she did not throw away the "enemy sound", but silently put away the score—although she knew that not every wait would have a happy ending.

When they met again, it was already in the post house: he came to visit his brother Yinghua.

Tall and handsome, long body entered, slow steps, slight waves, loud voice, steady like an unshakable mountain stone. She unconsciously compared him to the princes of the South Coast one by one, and there was no one else who could stand out.

He and his brother talked eloquently for a long time, and she could only sit and listen in silence - she never remembered what she said now, but only remembered the moment when her brother left the table, and he laughed mischievously in silence: "Is the music of the piano suitable for the girl?"

replied unceremoniously: "Sorrowful and tangled, it is inevitable that the hero will be short of breath." ”

"Do you know what causes your sorrow?"

This question froze her, smiled and shook her head: "Another day, I am willing to listen to the advice of Master Chu." ”

He still laughed loudly: "I'm afraid that the girl should laugh at me for breaking the strings again." ”

At the feast, she played the piano and sang, playing his songs. After the feast, the brother's face was as gray as stone. "I really shouldn't have brought you here, Feng Yi. ”

My brother was wrong, she had secretly run aboard the ship on the south coast. It's just because she's tired of it on the North Shore - Qi Dashao, who doesn't know the smell of flies, her mother who nagged about marriage all day long, and Qi Ye who gave one order after another. She has such a ability, she can delay the marriage with Qi Dashao again and again, even to this day, but she doesn't want to be trapped in the boring north shore anymore. But she didn't expect to meet such a Chu Tao.

She also teased Chu Tao: "If you are really so powerful, why did Qu Guangling break the strings?"

"Doesn't the girl already know? Chu Tao smiled slyly, and then flashed his gaze elsewhere.

She continued to pretend to be confused: "If I don't break the string, how can I know?"

He just smiled, blushing slightly to avoid her gaze: "Of course you do." ”

She should know that if her heart is disturbed, the strings will break.

The strings in his hand are also out of order. Get up and go to the depths of the post house, look at the wind-blown moon shadow in the pool, listen to the breeze through the corridor, and lean on the railing to meditate. The sound in the wind is the chatter with my brother in the hall, the sound of piano songs and swords in the garden of the post house, or the galloping horses on the black stone cliff mountain road? Regardless of those rights and wrongs, the time on the south bank still reveals the quiet beauty and splendor of the youth.