The Sword of Fast Time Traveling Xiumei GL

This piano piece, like a tsunami rolled into the sky, released a power different from the past.It is obviously a familiar melody, but no one can call out the name of this song.

It wasn't until someone said the name of "The Peony Pavilion" that only a few people who had heard the big drama on weekdays knew about the song.

After knowing it, I was even more shocked.

Nowadays, most of what everyone plays is handed down from above like Mozart and Beethoven. Although it is heard that some Chinese have changed Liang Zhu and so on, the response is not very good.As for the Peony Pavilion, when it was changed to piano music is unheard of.

Miss Lou Er stood beside Ming Gong and said: "I thought you were going to embarrass her, but I didn't expect you to say hello to her sincerely."

Ming Gong gritted his teeth angrily, unable to vent his anger, he swallowed his stomach instead, and said with a dark face: "Yes, it's really amazing."

Miss Lou Er saw her expression: "What are you messing with again?"

"What else can I do?" Ming Gong wanted to show his generosity, but Miss Lou Er ignored her and asked her to listen to the moving music above.

It was originally Shu Yang's sad song, but when played by different instruments, it can have such different colors. The beauty of this song makes it not suitable for use in banquets, but more suitable for high-end symphony music Festival inside.

Below, a group of people who love Western music have already made up their minds and whispered a few words to each other.

Ming Qian has been listening quietly, listening to the pure music and the applause of the people around her. She took a sip of wine, moistened her lips, looked at the stage, and lowered her head again.

The young master in a white suit walked towards the small round table. He was an old acquaintance of Ming Qian. After seeing Ming Qian, he sat down without waiting for a greeting, and praised her today's yellow and white silk cheongsam.

Ming Qian accepted the compliment and shouted: "Young Master Lou."

Young Master Lou smiled and said, "It's hard for Missy to remember me." He took out a small iron box from his pocket, opened the lid, revealing the white powder inside, and asked, "Do you want to eat it? From Xiyang." Yes, better than hookah."

Mingqian refused.

Young Master Lou showed a look of disapproval: "The three little overlords of Peking, now that you have learned how to behave, let me mess with the other one."

Ming Qian didn't even show a kind face, let alone pay attention to this sentence.

Young Master Lou was bored, so he stuffed some white | powder, his eyes suddenly turned away, he looked around, felt as if he was going to ascend to the sky, and there was fairy music playing in his ears.Suddenly, a thunderous piano sound rushed into his head, making him break out in a cold sweat.

He came back to his senses, glanced left and right, looked at the stage, and asked Ming Qian with lingering fear: "Is that the child you raised? Why do you look a little too spoiled?"

"Which is too much?" Ming Qian asked with little interest.

"It looks like he came from a poor country, but his piano talent is really high."

"You think I taught her the piano?"

"Isn't it?" Young Master Lou asked.

Ming Qian peeled a small orange, took a bite and said, "It's just a toy I like recently, how could I waste such a lot of thought on it?"

Young Master Lou also took an orange and ate it: "This sentence is like you."

After the song was over, someone asked Nan Huaimu to play another song. Nan Huaimu went straight off the stage, walked up to Ming Qian, and asked, "How is my playing?"

Ming Qian thought for a while and said, "It's more a surprise than an appreciation."

Nan Huaimu was very happy to hear that, and seeing that Ming Qian's face was a little red and smelled a lot of alcohol, he asked Ming Qian if he wanted to go back first.

Young Master Lou had already had a fun chat with Ming Qian just now, and grabbed his small box to say goodbye.

Nan Huaimu squatted beside Ming Qian, his face was still flushed after playing the piano, and his half-length hair curled up a few bunches, looking very much like a puppy begging for a reward.

Ming Qian touched Nan Huaimu's head and thought it was really cute, so he fed her another small tomato.

Nan Huaimu ate happily, but felt a little uncertain about the state of mind of this worldly couple.

Her sea of ​​consciousness was hazy, like fog covering her eyes.As in the case, it is enough to know that your partner has not really liked yourself.

The current emotion is at best a whim, Nan Huaimu is not discouraged, she also feels that the relationship needs to flow slowly.

The two of them ate again, Nan Huaimu was afraid that Ming Qian would drink too much, so he urged her to go back.Ming Qian responded and turned back to look for her two younger sisters.She saw Ming Gong from a distance, but she didn't see Ming Rou, she got up and wanted to inquire.

It just so happened that at this moment, a noisy young master with a flushed face got into a fight with a green-eyed foreigner.

There was a waiter chatting with the wine delivery, and Nan Huaimu found out that the young master who made trouble was the one who smashed the pianist's hands, and now he was accidentally touched by a foreigner on the shoulder, and the foreigner apologized to him. The young master couldn't understand the chattering language, and he didn't know what he heard, so he poured a glass of wine on the foreigner's head.

This time things got a little messy.

Foreigners with Portuguese ancestry do business here, and after being poured with wine, they kept speaking Portuguese angrily. Some people wanted to negotiate with them, but luck was not good tonight, and no one present could speak Portuguese.

Miss Lou Er urged Ming Gong to go up to mediate, and kept urging: "Your English is good, go try it, our family is holding a banquet today, how can there be so many things, hey, hey."

While being flattered, Ming Gong listened to his friend's pain, and suddenly felt a surge of pride and ambition, and went up to talk to the Portuguese.She spoke the language of Great Britain, while the Portuguese still used their native language. After talking for a long time, the atmosphere seemed to be on the rise.

Nan Huaimu laughed when he heard it.

Ming Qian lowered his eyes and leaned back on the chair, and asked, "Do you understand?"

Nan Huaimu then told her to listen: "That Portuguese man wants a piece of clean clothes, but your sister keeps emphasizing the treaty of friendship between China and foreign countries, and that man is going to die of anger."

Ming Qian also laughed, not feeling sorry for his sister at all.

The two on the other end quarreled a few more words, Nan Huaimu walked over and pulled Ming Gong away.

Ming Gong was aggrieved, saw Nan Huaimu, and wanted to vent his anger on Nan Huaimu, but unexpectedly Nan Huaimu's few words drew the attention of the Portuguese.

Minggong listened to Nan Huaimu's silly talk, and the Portuguese also responded, and finally they all laughed together.

Like a reversal drama on stage, the awkward atmosphere ended in an instant.

The people around saw Nan Huaimu grabbing the troubled young master who was drunk and lying on the ground, took out a piece of tablecloth, twisted it into a rope, tied him up, and slapped him twice hard to wake him up.

After the young master woke up, he still couldn't distinguish reality from a dream, so he moved the corners of his mouth, and felt that there was no feeling on his face, so he half-closed his eyes and smirked.Nan Huaimu threw this man to the Portuguese and let him dispose of him. The Portuguese felt that he had found an outlet, so he found two servants and carried the troublesome young master away.

Seeing that the friendship between China and foreign countries was once again on the brink, everyone stood up and applauded Nan Huaimu.

Nan Huaimu said with a smile: "It's all the meaning of my eldest lady. If you want to be grateful for something, you should give it to her." After speaking, he squeezed the crowd and left.

Ming Gong still stood where he didn't believe in the play, feeling as if he had become a clown.

After a while, she thought again, if this little actor can play the piano and the bird language of a small country, then he must be able to speak English—this person understood what she said a few days ago.

She didn't know whether to regret or get angry, she didn't have any deep emotions, she watched the little actor leave with her sister on her back, and forgot to stop her, and when the banquet was coming to an end, she remembered that she should take Mingrou home, but Ming Rou seemed to have disappeared, which made her extremely anxious.

It is inevitable that dirty things will happen during a banquet, but no one will pay attention to anything that has nothing to do with him.

Nan Huaimu took Mingqian back and made hangover soup for her to drink.

Mingqian was half dreaming and half awake, and felt that she saw some phantom, two pink and tender figures were floating in the air, and disappeared after floating, she got up and ate a candy, and handed one to Nan Huaimu.

Nan Huaimu took the candy and threw it into his mouth, chewed it up and swallowed it, then looked at Ming Qian with his head, and tiptoed to kiss Ming Qian's chin.

Ming Qian hugged Nan Huaimu's waist: "What do you want to do?"

Nan Huaimu said: "Ask for a reward." As he spoke, he leaned up to kiss Mingqian, lick|playing her lower lip carefully, and after swallowing all the sugar, she slowly put down her heels.

However, Ming Qian was not willing to let her go, and stared at Nan Huaimu with lowered eyes for a while, the red mole at the corner of his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if a bloody flower was about to bloom.

Immediately, she took Nan Huaimu onto the bed, hugged Nan Huaimu, felt the light weight, and said with a smile, "She's still a yellow-haired girl."

Nan Huaimu didn't care about Ming Qian's disgust. Seeing that she was at the right time and place, she stretched out her hand to unbutton Ming Qian, and pulled away the complicated cheongsam, revealing her fair skin inside.Nan Huaimu thought that although the current situation in this world was the most turbulent, it was the fastest and most honest time since the two of them met, and felt it, and reverently kissed Ming Qian's neck.

Ming Qian hugged Nan Huaimu's neck, feeling that something was invading his soul.She has also played wildly before, but she has never been able to have pleasure so quickly.

She opened her eyes to look at Nan Huaimu again, and saw that thin body resting on her chest, like a child waiting to be fed.Then he felt something filling his body.

The smell of alcohol from nowhere filled the room, and the two of them had a happy time in the dark red waves.

After opening their passion|desire, they lived a ridiculous life for a few days.When it wasn't absurd, Ming Qian asked Nan Huaimu to sing a little song for her, and the whole room was full of chirping and out-of-tune tunes.

Since the Peony Pavilion song at the last banquet, people who made music kept running over, saying that they could produce a solo record for Nan Huaimu.

Records these days are extremely precious, even the hottest red roses and white roses in the dance halls can hardly enjoy this treatment, let alone other unknown singers.

But Mingqian didn't agree, and Nan Huaimu didn't want to, so the two drove the musician away.

The musician was unconvinced, and felt that a good performer became a golden bird, which was really an insult to art.So I wrote a report criticizing this phenomenon.

The students and literati saw it, and they also explained their faults one after another.They say they want freedom and emancipate their minds, and the old-fashioned nurturing should have been abolished long ago.

Nan Huaimu noticed the report and sat on the sofa talking with Ming Qian: "Fortunately they don't know that we are two women."

Ming Qian brought the daily newspaper and stared at the public opinion above for a few minutes, and remained silent.

After Nan Huaimu couldn't help yawning, Ming Qian suddenly said, "Go back." Seeing Nan Huaimu's wide-open eyes, she added, "There will be big events in a few days, you Just sing your plays well, earn more money, and marry a good family in the future."

Nan Huaimu couldn't help laughing, "Do you think I'm the kind to cling to men?"

"This is a troubled world." Ming Qian paused for a while, "It's time to fight again."

"It's still peaceful, don't worry about it." Nan Huaimu said, "If you want me to leave, I'll leave. If you miss me, remember to call me back. I still owe you a meal of Northwest cuisine. "

She stood up and walked slowly towards the door. After walking a few steps, there was no voice to hold back. Nan Huaimu thought for a while, thinking that this troubled world should be more chaotic, then walked back, and kissed Mingqian. Then I left with confidence.

After Nan Huaimu left, the Ming family building became quiet.

Ming Gong and Ming Rou went out to deal with school affairs, Ming Qian thought about it, he had been hanging out with Nan Huai Mushu these few days, but he hadn't seen his two younger sisters for many days.

She took a few steps in the room, took out a copy of "Time" from the bookcase, and flipped through it. After reading it for a while, the light from outside hit the pages of the book, igniting a warm yellow color.

The dazzling light was about to melt the book, so she closed the book again and closed her eyes.Thinking up and down in my mind of the telegram I received a few days ago, I couldn't let go of my brows.

The north wind was blowing on the roof, blowing down a thin layer of snow.

Nan Huaimu packed her luggage and left the courtyard of the Ming family. When she walked into the corner of the theater troupe, she heard someone shouting in the background.

Nan Huaimu looked back and saw a familiar person, walked over and asked, "What's the matter?"

The person's face turned pale from the blow, and cracks were scraped on the originally delicate skin. His hands were wrapped under layers of bandages, and the white bandages turned yellow and black. Looking at this appearance, it was really miserable.

"It's just that you look familiar." The man said, coughing a few times, "When a stranger calls you, you can turn around and take a look, but you can't see that he can play such magnificent music."

This person was the pianist who was the first to play at the Lou's banquet, so it's not surprising that he could give some decent comments.

Nan Huaimu smiled at her, put his gaze on her hands, and said, "After all, it wasn't my composition."

The pianist's eyes lit up: "It's not you? Do you know the person who composed the music?"

Nan Huaimu smiled and said, "I don't know."

The pianist's eyes darkened again in an instant, and she said to Nan Huaimu: "It is extremely difficult to be able to play such a piece of music, and it is enough to see someone like you."

She looked down at her hands, only she knew what was inside.

Nan Huaimu felt the same way.

She actually knew this person, not at the Lou family banquet, but in Qi Ling's settings.This man ruined his hands, and never touched a decent musical instrument again. He lived in the damp woodshed all day long, relying on his own intelligence and knowledge, and composed many inspiring songs, which were recorded by Qi Ling and became world famous. part of the setting.

Such a person could actually have a better life.

Nan Huaimu handed her a box of plaster and said, "If you have time, put some on your hands."

The pianist took the box of medicine and smelled a strong fragrance: "Since I fell down, you are the first person to give me a gift."

"This is not a gift." Nan Huaimu said, she was not a person in this world, breaking the rules and changing the fate of this person, naturally it is not a gift.

The pianist said a few more words to Nan Huaimu, the words were full of desire to meet the composer master, and Nan Huaimu politely discussed with her about his knowledge of music.

At the end, the pianist suddenly said: "Miss Ming, you are really not a good person."

Nan Huaimu looked at the pianist seriously, and his eyes became a little serious: "It's not a good thing to speak ill of people behind their backs." There was already a bit of deterrent force in the words.

The pianist was not annoyed, and said plainly: "She loves the little girl who is fifteen years old, and I was adopted by her for a while when I was young."

Nan Huaimu nodded indifferently, thinking that this is really a common thing.

"It's just that she was kicked out when she was old." The pianist looked down at her hands, "She can only convince people by playing with people's hearts."

Nan Huai murmured: "If there are no other complaints, I will leave first."

The pianist seemed to have expected that Nan Huaimu would not listen, so he muttered: "Art requires meditation." After repeating these words three or four times, she stood up, leaned against the wall and left.

Nan Huaimu watched how she went away, and thought of the carnival of the past few days, so he smiled slightly.

The Taoist companions of the previous lives were always pure and flawless, and she would naturally feel some psychological pressure to get along with them, but the Taoist companions of this life can't help but indulge in the word "indulgence", which is really gratifying.

In a sense, it is gratifying that the two can achieve the same.