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Qi Yang covered his forehead with one hand, and looked up at the big plaque.

Yunshui Zen heart.

Qi Yang likes to drink tea, although he doesn't have the ability to taste the recipe and method of making the tea, at least he can taste good or bad tea, that's enough, he often comforts himself like this.

So he still likes to drink tea very much.

Although the tea in the tea house I used to go to is good, but a generation of old piano masters have lived in seclusion, and the new musicians are still a little immature and have no feeling, so Mr. Qi, a Virgo, resolutely refused to go.

He also came to Yunshui Chanxin, but the number of visits was relatively small, mainly because of the distance.

No way, Mr. Qi is a bit lazy.

Qi Yang walked into the tea house and looked at the very simple decoration of the tea house. In the hall of the hall, the fragrant mahogany Eight Immortals table, coffee table stools, marble round platform, antique palace lanterns and revolving horse lanterns hung on the ceiling, and the surrounding large windows are equipped with light yellow curtains. There is an exquisite tea set on the table.

Xiaosheng at the door smiled at him, "Mr. Qi, please come with me."

He followed Xiaosheng in the corridor, Xiaosheng walked slowly, Qi Yang followed him quietly, and all he could see were carefully arranged calligraphy and paintings, tea sage Lu Yu, poet and great tea master Li Bai, Ouyang Xiu and other characters, they walked He stopped and stopped, and finally stopped in front of a door.

"Sir, please come in." Xiaosheng glanced at Qi Yang with a smile, bent slightly, waved his hand around his waist, and left.

Lotus Peak.

He looked up at the plaque on the door.

He opened the wooden sliding door, and the faint fragrance from the small incense burner greeted his face. As far as he could see, there was only one person sitting quietly beside a guzheng.

Qi Yang was a little dazed.

The man lowered his head slightly, he was dressed in white, the hem was scattered on the floor, and the ends of his dark hair lay quietly beside him.

As if he heard a movement on the other side of the door, he raised his head slightly and looked at the person coming.

Qi Yang stood by the door, with one hand still on the door frame.

The man seemed to get up with erratic steps, brushed his clothes slowly with one hand, and the white robes spread out, and the long black satin-like hair cascaded down and stopped in front of him. On the slender waist, which is tied with a loose belt, there is a ring-shaped pendant hanging on one side of the belt, which seems to be a natural plain ring.

Qi Yang looked into his eyes.

Later, Qi Yang recalled the scene when they met, and finally understood how Ming Jin fell deeply back then.

His forehead is smooth and clean, two flat and slender eyebrows go deep into the temples, under the sword eyebrows are a pair of deep, dark pupils like ink, the corners of the eyes are dark, and the thick eyelashes cast a layer of gray shadow on the eyelids, looking at him At the same time, you can even see the beautiful arc slightly rolled up, the slightly pale face sticking out in the middle is the tall, straight and neatly protruding nose bridge, the nasolabial fold is shallow but you can see the three-dimensional arc, inlaid in the The mouth on Ruyu's cheeks was reddish, and her chin was round but still a little thin.

Qi Yang looked a little crazy.

Qi Yang has been in the entertainment industry for nearly ten years, and he claims that he hasn't seen many handsome men and beautiful men, but today, he feels a little sad that his 30 years of life have been wasted.

What kind of popular niche, what kind of screen male god, what kind of national husband, what kind of Internet celebrity idol, what is not even one ten-thousandth of the person in front of him.

Seeing that the person was still standing motionless by the door, the man in white seemed a little puzzled, and slowly opened his lips, "Sir?"

When the soft voice came, Qi Yang froze for a moment, then recovered and smiled at him.He turned around gently and closed the door, came over and sat cross-legged at the small table in the room.

The man in white bowed to him, and said: "My old man has been ill recently, he may come later, please forgive me."

Qi Yang said: "It's okay, I'll just wait."

The man in white said, "Why don't Xiaosheng compose a song for Mr.?"

Qi Yang said yes.

After he finished speaking, the man bowed slightly and sat back in the seat he had just taken.

The man looked up at Qi Yang, "What do you want to hear, sir?"

Qi Yang looked at him, "I don't understand these, you can play as you like."

The man nodded.Raise your hand to a slightly higher place over the strings, and then fall on it like a light fluff.

"It's a shame." He smiled lightly.

The sound of the piano quietly flowed out when the man's fingers lightly plucked the strings, lightly gathered and slowly twisted and picked again, warm and soft, mixed with faint and imperceptible joys and sorrows, it was like the man's long hair. The hair is generally soft and tangled, and it hurts when you rub it.

His sleeves fluttered gently in the air with the pace of his playing. His fingers were wrapped with tape, but they still couldn't cover up the rounded and graceful fingertips. His hands were not as rough as other men's. The joints are obvious but not thick, they are slightly curved, and they walk flexibly on the strings.

A song "High Mountains and Flowing Water" composed by a man.

Although Qi Yang has no research on the ancient Qin Zheng music, he has listened to many famous songs in the tea house for many years. This song "High Mountain and Flowing Water" has been heard many times, and the man is also played by so many qin masters that Qi Yang has heard. It's very good.

Qi Yang suddenly thought of the old gentleman who lived in seclusion that he quite liked, and compared them quietly.

Qi Yang smiled slightly amidst the gentle sound of the piano.

Handsome guy, you still have practice.

That handsome guy seemed to feel Qi Yang's smile, and slightly curled the corner of his mouth.

A soft room.

……

When Guan Ming came in, he saw such a scene.

He was amazed that Wen Qing would play the song "High Mountain and Flowing Water" in front of the guests he met for the first time.

Wen Qing is proficient in almost all musical instruments, some are proficient, some are just beginners, he is very talented in music, and later worshiped under the teacher of the old man, and his skills have improved a lot.As for the guzheng, Wen Qing only came into contact with the old man's family, and he only knew a thing or two, especially this song "High Mountain and Flowing Water", which Wen Qing only came into contact with recently, so it was brought up like this.

Because Wen Qing has always had a different interpretation of the music itself than ordinary people, the guests who know a little bit like to listen to the music performed by Wen Qing.However, Wen Qing generally would not play a repertoire that he was not confident enough to perform in front of the guests he met for the first time. Some acquainted guests wanted to hear what new repertoires Wen Qing had recently created under the old man's tutelage. Let Wen Qing play the recent etude.

Even so, this song "High Mountain and Flowing Water" has never been played by Wen Qing.

There was even an invitation from a guest, who wanted to hear how this piece of music would be played on Wen Qing's piano, but Wen Qing still declined.

Whenever Guan Ming asked Wen Qing why he didn't play this piece, he just laughed and said that the interpretation was not good and he couldn't do it.

But Guan Ming knew that what Wen Qing said was bad would be the best in the eyes of others.

And today...is this an exception? !

Guan Ming could hardly imagine this word being used on Wen Qing.

Qi Yang listened to the music with his eyes closed, and put the fingers of his left hand flat on the small table in front of him. He tapped the table with his index finger, but he didn't make any sound, just following the man's beat.

The landscape curtain behind the man playing the piano suddenly swayed slightly, and Qi Yang opened his eyes.

What came into view was a tall man in a dark green robe with handsome eyebrows.

The sound of the piano gradually stopped.

"Mr. Qi, I'm really sorry, my father has been caught in the cold recently, so he can't come to make tea for you," the tall man smiled apologetically, "If you don't mind, I would like to make a pot of tea for you."

Qi Yang squinted at him, and said with a half-smile, "You guys formed a group to play me today?"

"Sir, please forgive me." The man bowed his head.

Qi Yang said, "It doesn't matter. I'll accompany you today."

The man gave the luthier a meaningful look, but the luthier just glanced at him lightly, with a curved mouth.

Qi Yang watched the two of them flirt, and felt a strange feeling.

The man put on a set of tea sets and began to slowly iron the pot for Qi Yang; the man also changed a tune, and the piano sounded again.

"Sorrow on the Cliff Mountain".

The Southern Song Dynasty relocated to Yashan but failed to defend and lost to the enemy. The prime minister Lu Xiufu jumped off the cliff with Emperor Bing. No one could tell or resolve the resentment and grief, and drifted into the abyss of Yashan for thousands of years.

The melodious and moving tunes are melodious and winding, quietly floating in the fragrant air.There seems to be a landscape painting in the qin music. Qi Yang seems to have heard the desperate wailing of thousands of soldiers on the top of the cliff, as if he saw the overwhelming sadness and strong helplessness of a generation of prime ministers who died in the deep cliffs when the emperor died. .

He was a little dazed, and the corners of his eyes were slightly moist.

This painful and breathless sadness made him think of Ming Jin, Xiao An, and himself who was tortured during that period.

Qi Yang didn't know Xiao An. Ming Jin protected Xiao An so well that he didn't even meet him face to face.

But he seemed to be able to describe the face of the man.

Because Ming Jin said that she was the only beauty he had ever seen in his life.

A suffocating beauty, a beauty so intoxicating.

Ming Jin said that the beauty of that person was not of this world, and that it was so beautiful.

That beauty Ming Jin is the only person she has ever loved in her life, the only person she has ever loved deeply.

Qi Yang stared blankly at the luthier's brows and eyes, the luthier seemed to have noticed it, and raised his head to smile at him, but unexpectedly saw his red eye sockets.

The pianist froze for a moment.

He boasted that he was good at playing the piano, better than the average piano master, but it was not enough to make people cry.

The luthier was in a state of confusion.

clang--

The man turned around in surprise.

Wen Qing broke the string? !

Wen Qing, who was always calm and calm, and whose heart was still like water, broke the string.

The man felt that he had gained a lot of knowledge today. First, he saw Wen Qing play "High Mountain and Flowing Water" for the guests he met for the first time, and then he saw Wen Qing, who never let himself lose his composure in front of the guests, played "Ya Shan Ai" which he was good at. "Cracked the string.

The piano music came to an abrupt end after a sudden string crack.

Qi Yang stood up abruptly, his face full of astonishment, apparently startled by the sound.

The luthier came back to his senses, bowed his head and smiled apologetically, "Sir, I'm sorry, I'm too busy apologizing today. I'm sorry for spoiling your taste."

The violinist's quaint qin is made of high-quality horsetail hair, which has good toughness, soft sound and is difficult to control.

The moment the string broke, the sharp tail bristle cut the finger of the luthier, and the blood dripped drop by drop on the body of the zither, patter.

The man put down the teapot, walked quickly towards the luthier, and slowly raised his injured hand, "Why are you so careless..."

The luthier tilted his head and smiled, "Don't worry, it's fine."

The man looked back at Qi Yang, with imperceptible anxiety in his eyes, "Mr. Qi...Sorry, let's change to a luthier right now."

Qi Yang shook his head, "No need, it looks like I didn't come here today well, let's try another day." Then he looked at the luthier's injured hand, "The wound is not shallow, it's best to put some ointment on it before bandaging."

The man nodded and thanked him.

The pianist apologized again.

Qi Yang and the luthier looked at each other for two seconds, then turned and left.