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Chu Jiuge is a well-known luthier in eight villages.However, these ten miles and eight villages are only limited to a few frontier towns, places as big as Zhima.

Usually, the rich family invited him to play a few songs for weddings and ceremonies, and he took some small silver as a reward. The poor family really couldn't get rid of it, and half a cold steamed bun could send him away.

In fact, Chu Jiuge himself doesn't know why he can live until now. Together, he is less than a place the size of a melon seed. How can there be so many weddings and weddings? He has not starved to death after wandering for several years.

On weekdays, Chu Jiuge always wears white clothes, and when he has nothing to do, he goes to play the piano in the Wangyou Pavilion on the top of Fengming Mountain.Although the mountain wind is cold, it can mess up the blue hair on his head. He squints his phoenix eyes slightly, and the mole of tears is charming, and he winks at the ladies and jade jades who come to the White Horse Temple on the mountain not far away to pilgrimage. The money for the meal came out.If you are lucky, you can even change your outfit.

However, there are occasional beatings once or twice. Naturally, those local hooligans dare not cause trouble in the holy land of Buddhism, but the pig-headed boys and brothers must be upset when they see the girl they like for a long time. The anger was also vented on Chu Jiuge.

Whenever he sees someone who is not kind, Chu Jiuge is as if he has practiced [-] kinds of martial arts. His skills are stronger than swallows. He picked up the guqin and ran into the woods behind the Wangyou Pavilion.

Most people are very taboo about this mysterious area known as the "Forbidden Forest", because most of the temples are built on the site of tombs or fierce places, and are used to suppress evil things.In this forbidden forest, countless children have been lost. Once they approached, they would never be found again, and there were no bones left. Therefore, even the devout believers who came to offer incense did not want to visit the Forbidden Forest more often. The direction is half a step closer.

As for Chu Jiuge, he is not afraid of that, because he has already passed the year of the chief role, and he is not afraid of any monster eating him.

Even though he said that, he had to admit that he was really afraid of being beaten, and he stepped into the Forbidden Forest in a panic. It wasn't until he found that the pursuers behind him could no longer even hear the footsteps, so he realized that he had put himself in the forest. What a dangerous situation to advance.

But Shinto came in, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue to find a way out.

At that time, he stumbled into the Forbidden Forest by accident, and accidentally found a low-key but charming mansion. He could not describe the scene in words. The bricks, tiles, and wooden doors were obviously made of ordinary materials, but they were hidden in the In the woods, people seem to be in a paradise.

Thinking about it now, that is the charm of time. History always makes people more charming, so why not objects?

But what attracted him should be the background of the person who lives in seclusion here.

The owner of the mansion is called Chang Lingge, which has the same name as Chu Jiuge. Perhaps it is this that makes Chu Jiuge feel familiar. They hit it off at first sight and chatted with Chang Lingge for a long time.

When they met for the first time, Chu Jiuge felt that Chang Lingge was by no means an ordinary person. Whether it was his conversation or his background, his demeanor and demeanor were like a banished fairy who had fallen into the world.

It's just that Chang Lingge always sits behind the five-foot-long desk, with a thick black veil covering his face.

Chu Jiuge is always very curious and wants to ask Chang Lingge, why does he never take off his veil regardless of winter or summer?

But at the same time, he also knew that it would be too impolite to ask such a question, so he gritted his teeth and swallowed the question every time.

Chang Lingge often played chess with Chu Jiuge, who was not good at chess. As a result, for a long time, all he could think about was a mess of dizzying chess games.

Sometimes, they also drink tea together. Chang Lingge said that it was the green bud tip he picked after the first spring rain in the Forbidden Forest. He mixed it with spring water mixed with morning dew in the early morning. The taste is definitely fresher than that of West Lake Longjing. many.

Chu Jiuge feels that since he met Chang Lingge, he has gained a bosom friend like Qi Boya. He often plays music in high mountains and rivers, and Chang Lingge is also willing to compose lyrics and songs.With such a rare and good friend, he would wake up with a smile in his dreams.

But at the same time, facing such an unattainable person, he also deeply felt his own humbleness.

Even Chang Lingge doesn't think he has any sense of superiority.

People always feel ashamed in the comparison, and Chu Jiuge is the same, so he gradually alienated Chang Lingge, not wanting the filth that belongs to the mundane world to stain this wonderful person.

Having said that, he only reduced the number and time of going to the Forbidden Forest, and he still played the piano at the Wangyou Pavilion on weekdays, mixing in the weddings and weddings of other people's homes, asking for some rewards, and completely living the life of a down-and-out luthier. Live without feeling ashamed or ashamed.

Chu Jiuge actually forgot a lot of things, he couldn't even remember who taught him to play the guqin, but he didn't care, because these were of no use to him.When he comforts others, he will always say nonsense like "people can't live in the past forever". In fact, only he knows best how much he longs for the unknown memory in his heart.

It was another afternoon, and Chu Jiuge had to go to Chang Lingge's mansion in the Forbidden Forest.For nothing else, because his strings were broken.

A profiteer once told him that his guqin was indeed an antique, but it was not as valuable as he imagined, and advised him to change hands at a low price for a few days of food. It is also invaluable to him.Not for anything else, just because it can block him from the harsh winter wind when he is hungry and cold.

The mansion in the Forbidden Forest was still cleaned. The dust accumulated in the room, not only did not make people feel pungent, but also had a scent of books that had withstood the accumulation of time and history.Chu Jiuge knocked on the door and stepped into the room.

Chang Lingge was resting on his arm, and even Chu Jiuge didn't feel it when he walked in.To be honest, Chu Jiuge was curious about Chang Lingge's appearance. He had never done anything wrong before, but when he encountered such a good opportunity today, he would still have unreasonable thoughts.

In fact, Chu Jiuge didn't really want to lift the veil of Chang Lingge, he was just curious, and didn't expect to see it, but he had already moved in front of Chang Lingge, and the latter still didn't know He fell asleep, which made him a little surprised, and he panicked for a while.

He originally thought that Chang Lingge would wake up, what should he do now, really go and see what he looks like? ?

"I knew that you would definitely come soon." Chang Lingge straightened up and smiled faintly at Chu Jiuge, "Sit down."

Chu Jiuge smiled awkwardly "hehe", and hurriedly sat down opposite Chang Lingge.

"That's natural. I play the piano so savagely that I will cut the strings sooner or later."

Chang Lingge smiled slightly: "No."

Chang Lingge changed the strings for Chu Jiuge more than once, but each time, the strings were broken in the middle.

If it is broken at the root, it can only mean that it is broken because of the age and the end of the life of the string.There are only two explanations for the disconnection in the middle: one is that the player's nails are too sharp and the strings are broken, and the other is that the life of the strings is really shortened due to excessive practice.

Chang Lingge looked up at Chu Jiuge's fingers and denied the former.

Chu Jiuge loves the piano like his life, and is often beaten to pieces, but the guqin is not scratched at all, and it still exudes the charming luster of lacquerware, which shows how hard it is preserved.Even though Chu Jiuge himself is still a poor luthier living under the fence of Baima Temple.

Chang Lingge believed that sooner or later, this seemingly incompetent young man would become a famous person in the world.It just depends on how to guide it.

"Jiu Ge, don't you often want to hear me play the piano?" Chang Lingge asked.

Speaking of this, Chu Jiuge pouted aggrievedly: "Isn't it? You are proficient in chess, calligraphy, painting and tea. I am so ashamed that I can't lift my head in front of you. I finally have a skill and want to compete with you, but you don't Give me this chance."

Chang Lingge laughed: "No, I just don't want to bring disaster to this country." He shook his head helplessly as he spoke: "A close friend of mine once described my piano sound like this... sound."

Chu Jiuge was even more confused, but he could feel that no matter what guess he made, the result must be much more complicated than he imagined, so he didn't make any inferences at all.

"The last time I played the piano was 20 years ago. At that time, I played a song "Xiangsi Yin", which has been widely sung. The next day, the Southern Army entered the capital of Wei State. as a prisoner."

In fact, Chu Jiuge didn't quite believe Chang Lingge's words. He thought that the demise of Weiguo had nothing to do with Chang Lingge's performance of "Acacia", maybe it was just a coincidence.

However, it was not good for him to interrupt Chang Lingge's interest, so he nodded to prove that he was listening to him.

"That dear friend of mine is still living in the dark and damp dungeon in the southern country, relying on the moldy food sent by the guards every now and then to survive, Mr. Wei, Wei Yin."

When Chu Jiuge heard this, his spirit suddenly became tense. Since he is only a good friend of the Duke of Wei, who is this Chang Lingge who looks like a banished fairy in front of him? ?

"You..." Chu Jiuge couldn't find any words to describe his mood at this moment, and he couldn't even express the questions in his heart.

Seeing the astonishment on Chu Jiuge's face, Chang Lingge knew what he was thinking. With a desolate smile, he slowly lifted his veil, revealing his ugly and broken face with several horrible scars across it.

"When the Southern Army invaded the capital of the State of Wei, I was in the palace with Gong Ziyin. It wasn't until the palace servants came to report that the king's capital had been broken, that Gong Ziyin ordered someone to send me out of the palace, and he himself put on a war suit. Armor, ride on the enemy's war horse."

"Why didn't he run away with you? Then he wouldn't have to suffer now!" Chu Jiuge asked puzzled.

A bleak smile appeared on Chang Lingge's face again, but this time, there seemed to be a little more comforting expression: "He is the son of the king of a country, how could he abandon the city and flee like a young boy like me?" , and abandon his people?"