[System] Guo Shi Wushuang

"In this world, there is only one Yun Yuan." The young man lowered his beautiful eyes, but he couldn't hide his glowing aura.As he guessed, the five-character and seven-character poems are the mainstream in this continent, and the format of this poem has not yet been recognized, so he read a few sentences, but no vision occurred.

"Okay, okay!" The old man drank a pot of wine, his face gradually sank, drunkenness hit him, and he restrained his previous exaggerated expression.

"Young man, I heard that you have a good sister. Want to hear a story?" The old man leaned over the table, staring at the remaining liquid in the cup, wondering what he was thinking.

He didn't need the boy's answer either, so he spoke slowly.

"I was begging when I was young, and I met someone." Hearing this, Yun Yuan pursed his thin lips calmly, hiding his smile.Because it started like this, nine times out of ten it was my own business.

"Naturally, that person is not as beautiful as you, the young man. He is quite well-known in Qin. His family is poor, but he is very arrogant, and he doesn't take people in the world seriously." When the old man said this, his eyes were full A bitter taste emerged.

Yun Yuan leaned back in the chair relaxedly, listening quietly.

"If you can't stand him, you're a high-achieving student. Many girls are fascinated by him. Although men indulge in sensuality, they don't accept any of them." The old man winked and made jokes, but Yun Yuan didn't respond.

"When he was young, one of his family talked about getting married, but he never got married. His fiancée was also his childhood sweetheart, who looked... Naturally, she couldn't compare to those charming and talented women, and she devoted herself to taking care of his daily life. That man learned from The most important thing is Taoism, no one would have imagined that such an arrogant man would be able to achieve a little success in Taoism, which emphasizes quietness and inaction. At that time, he became famous even more. He is already a great Confucian before he is over a hundred years old."

"Qingmei still takes care of her for ten years. It's just that she is an ordinary person. She doesn't know anything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she is getting old. After he becomes a Confucian, he doesn't need to eat more. Qingmei will manage the house and do some trivial things."

"Wait until one day, he misses the meal that Qingmei made before, and when he eats again, he is stunned."

"It's not very delicious, but the food is very salty, far from the taste in memory."

"He looked back and saw that Qingmei's face was old and her hair was fair, but the smile on her mouth was exactly the same as before."

The old man lost his expression while talking.After a while, he continued to narrate, and Yun Yuan could probably guess the ending.

"Qingmei said: She is old, her sense of taste is gone, her eyes are not good, her days are numbered, it's time to go back to the countryside." The old man's expression was well controlled, so good that Yun Yuan began to doubt whether this would be It would really be someone else's business.

"Men are stupid to learn Taoism, but they are not stupid to the end." The old man's tone was a little sarcastic, which made Yun Yuan look sideways.

"Everyone can share one percent of the fire of life. He put it into Qingmei's body, and he is also trying to find a way to make Qingmei younger. Qingmei smiled and rejected the others, saying that this is very good .”

"The man took Qingmei back to his hometown to live in seclusion, and spent the rest of his life with her. His hometown is in the north, and there is always snow in winter. When he returned, it was early spring, and the snow had melted into a grassland. The man still looks young, and great Confucianism can delay aging, but Qingmei, even the old ones can’t walk.”

"They lived there for five years. For ordinary people, five more years is not bad."

"Qing Mei cooked him a meal on the last day, it really tastes exactly the same as before."

"It was only later that the man found out that she had been groping for a long time and often let her neighbors taste it, and she made it entirely by feeling."

"Qingmei is dead, the man never thought about getting married, because his parents died early, he thought he would never like that woman at all. Moreover, even if he didn't say it, he thought Qingmei missed him so much and would never away from him."

"When he saw Qingmei for the last time, he couldn't cry. Qingmei was smiling in the room, wearing a wedding dress that was embroidered many years ago and no longer fit, her smile was tens of millions of times more beautiful than the most beautiful person in the world .”

"Qingmei never asked him to marry her. Maybe Qingmei admired him for many years, maybe she didn't admire him because of her marriage contract and took care of him. But in the past few decades, who cares?"

"Quiet and inaction, quiet and inaction, after experiencing this scene, how can I be quiet and inaction!" Veins popped up on the old man's hands, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Then he abolished the Taoist position." The old man laughed and said this sentence, staring at Yun Yuan quietly, wondering what expression he would show.

Yun Yuan didn't show the slightest expression.The story is very poignant, but whether it is true or not, what has it to do with him?What does the old man mean by this story?Let him cherish the people around him?It barely makes sense.

"Young man, old man, I heard that you can compose music? I wonder if you can compose a song for this story?" That being said, the old man didn't expect much.

After Qingmei died that year, he visited all the masters of qin music, trying to remember Qingmei with this, but in the end he didn't agree with anyone.In this era, there are very few people who know his story. He stumbled and went through the unbearable years, and occasionally used this wine to remember Qingmei.

Yes, he is the semi-sage of Qin State who invented "Floating Life", Lu Buqun.And the special oath that Yun Yuan made was also his response.Back then, Yun Yuan's ancestor was of the same age as him. Although they didn't have a deep friendship, if they had friendship, they had friendship. He probably guessed what this kid was thinking, so he helped him out.

To be old and not die is to be a thief, to be old and not to die is to be a demon.He is the only half saint who can release water to this extent.He knew this son's oath, so naturally he would not let this son compose poems, since this son has a sister who is Qingguan, he should be able to compose music under his influence, even if he did not compose music, he would not publicize it.He just told the story, accompanied by a little drunk, and accidentally got emotional, to divert the little guy's attention.

If someone found out that the dignified half-saint was about to cry, where would he save his face?

Yun Yuan was thinking.It is impossible for him to compose music because he was moved. He is trying to figure out the story.Assuming that the story is true, then the great Confucianist must have followed the holy way again, and his achievements are not low.I heard that the semi-sage of Qin State was not a political strategist, but a monk halfway through.So to say……

Could this man be a demi-saint? !Yun Yuan was a little taken aback, even if he made a wrong bet, he had nothing to lose.And if the bet wins...

Modern songs are not suitable, and Qin and Zheng songs are a little more complicated, even if he has a scholar, he can't do it.In the past, Yun Yuan played simple and sad songs casually, so you can borrow them.

After thinking for a while, Yun Yuan said, "What do you think of "White Head Song"?" Some people once said that "White Head Song" was written by Zhuo Wenjun of the Western Han Dynasty, but it cannot be tested in later generations.Yun Yuan didn't know whether this poem existed here, and the tune he was going to sing was to match this poem.

""White-headed Song"? Good name." Lu Buwei frowned. He didn't expect it at first, but when he heard the title of the poem, he couldn't help but feel a little moved.

The semi-sage is well-informed, and since he didn't point out that this is the work of his predecessors, it means that it doesn't exist.Yun Yuan settled down, and continued to say: "Is there a piano?" Lu Buwei looked at Yun Yuan's sly eyes, and knew what the little guy had already guessed, so he decisively took out the Qiankun bag from his bosom, and took out a Play the violin.

"Do you think you've betrayed her? Do you think you gave up halfway?" Yun Yuan stroked the qin and asked while doing Baidu, his movements were a little rusty.

Bringing out Qingmei Yu's most beautiful years, but abandoning it like walking shoes, ignoring her, she has failed her.

"It's as white as snow on the mountain, as bright as the moon among the clouds..." Yun Yuan sang before he could answer.The tune is not important, but the words.

"I heard that you have two opinions, so I came...to break up with each other." Yun Yuan's voice was clear and distant, and the young man became sad, which was a bit worse than the young man's drinking to relieve his sorrow.

He thought that his piano skills were terrible, so bad that he couldn't talk about it at all, so he even planned to sing a cappella later.But just after singing two lines, he felt that his hands were about to lose control, just like the way he lost control when he was writing "Will Enter the Wine".

You won't play me like this, will you?This piece of music was played by Yun Yuan before, and he randomly matched it with the poem that was rumored to be Zhuo Wenjun's. How could it cause such a big effect?Speaking of the pain, he had to get used to it.

"Today's drinking party, the head of the ditch at Mingdan, the water in the ditch flows east and west." The voice gradually became sad, Lian Yunyuan lowered his head, the black hair on his shoulders and forehead blocked his bad mood expression.

The vision of the song came out, and the sound also came out through the wall and spread throughout the restaurant.What is unfolding above the restaurant is the story of the half-sage Lu Buqun and Qingmei Liang Ruyue.There are very few time visions, and the years are like water!

"It's desolate and desolate, you don't need to cry when you get married, I hope to have a person with one heart, and never leave each other..."

"Why are the bamboo poles curled up, what are the fish tails? A man is full of spirit, why use money and knives for..."

"Desolate and desolate, you don't need to cry when you get married, I hope to have the one-hearted person, never leave each other..." Yun Yuan seemed to be crazy, and kept singing repeatedly, and blood gradually flowed out from his slender fingertips.

The whole restaurant could not stop crying.A few people even said with sobbing voices: "I'm going home to propose marriage." Even the half-sage Lu Buqun couldn't hold back their tears.

A man doesn't flick his tears lightly, but he doesn't reach the sad point!After hundreds of years, he even forgot Kisaragi's voice and smile, even if he was drunk, all he saw was a blurred silhouette.But this vision perfectly reproduced everything about them.

Lu Buqun closed his eyes fiercely, a tired look appeared on his old face.Liang Ruyue wasn't ugly when she was young.White-headed singing, white-headed singing!I am really... blind, blind!

Became a semi-saint, so what!The strategist is as clever as a tongue, combining vertical and horizontal, and playing with the world between applause.But in this world, there is no Liang Ruyue!

Lu Buqun opened his eyes again, his expression had settled down.He is a semi-holy, the guardian of the human race. The relationship between his sons and daughters has passed for hundreds of years, and he was a little crazy for a while.

He slowly stretched out his wrinkled hand and pressed it on Yun Yuan's shoulder. The majestic power of faith mixed with the blue streamer of the fire of life supported Yun Yuan to continue playing.

"Let me, the old man, watch for a while longer. This is my last selfish desire as a half-sage of the human race, Lu Buqun."

Lu Buqun sighed lowly, only memories remained in his always shrewd eyes.

The author has something to say: I wrote this chapter with a sad song, and it was a little out of control at the time, I hope you can be moved.