Frost flower is like a dream

Another spring comes early, and wild flowers are everywhere in the shallow grass by the East Lake, like a tapestry covering the ground, with green willows on the bank, birds singing and sparrows around, swallows lightly touching the lake water, creating ripples, faintly looking at the green hills in the distance, As in the clouds.A dozen or so children formed a group chattering, noisier than the sparrow. A clear sound of the piano sounded, and the tranquility was restored in an instant. The expression of the children's earnestness in learning the piano attracted countless tourists to stop and watch.

The man playing the piano under the willow is wearing a dignified black robe, but the rhythm that jumps out from his fingers is extremely cheerful. His long silky hair is lightly gathered behind his head, and when the wind blows, a strand will always fly in front of his eyes.Slightly raising his eyes, he frequently wondered if those children could keep up with his rhythm, his smile was as warm as a breeze, and his person was like a stream of spring in a deep valley.

At the end of the song, the children started arguing about piano skills again. You played it wrong, he played it badly, and finally broke up in a crowd, and went to play happily!Looking at the cheerful figures of the children, Hong Lin also enjoyed it. Originally playing the piano by the lake alone, he never wanted to attract more and more children, so he simply taught them, which is also a beautiful scenery by the East Lake.

Looking back briefly, the girl under the shade of willows is still there. For more than a month, she has sat there and admired it almost every day. She wears a light red silk dress and has simple braids. Her face is as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, like The last melting winter snow in the deep mountain depression.

"Can you teach me how to play the Xuanhe Qin?" The girl came to Hong Lin at some point, her figure was erratic, not only her face was pale, but even her lips were bloodless, like a person who didn't eat fireworks. ghost.

"I only teach children!" I don't know why!With her by her side, the great spring seems to be covered with a layer of severe frost.

"I can teach them how to play the lyre in exchange!" The girl has a slender physique, her willow waist is barely enough to hold, and she is full of sickness.

"Not interested!" Hong Lin didn't want to talk to her, so he hugged Qin and left directly.

"I can play the pipa!" The girl still didn't give up.

Hearing the word pipa, Hong Lin still stopped in his tracks, and slowly turned half his body. The euphemistic and moving "Song of the Fisherman" by Ming Xinting came to mind again, and he looked back at the girl, striding forward. and go.

As night fell, the town of Ligu returned to the tranquility of the past. The lights were lit for a while, and the stars were scattered under the night sky.After dinner, Jin Xiaoyuan closed the door of the store and went home through the back hall. The rice shop business was going smoothly, and the family was happy and harmonious. He couldn't help admiring the decision he made a year ago.

As soon as I took a step, I heard a knock on the door in the backyard. I was about to run to open the door, but Hailan snatched it first. I thought it was a neighbor who came to buy rice. Who would have thought that a woman in white came in, except for a black hair. , all in white, I shuddered on the spot, thinking it was a hell!

"Who are you looking for?" Hai Lan held the lantern and looked at the girl. Fortunately, there was a shadow on the ground, otherwise she really thought it was a ghost.

"I'm looking for someone who plays the piano by the East Lake!" The girl followed her promise, carrying a brocade bag and showing a piece of pipa.

Hailan looked around for half a cup of tea time, but couldn't figure out where she came from, so she reluctantly led the way with a lamp, went up to the second floor one after the other, and stopped outside Hong Lin's bedroom.The girl was not polite, she said thank you, stretched out her hand to open the door, walked in, put the brocade bag on her back on the small round table, took out the pipa, turned around and sat down.

"I haven't played this pipa for half a year! It's often said: You can never leave your fists, and you can never leave your tunes! For someone who has reached the ultimate level, I'm afraid it's an exaggeration!"

The girl was talking to herself, as if she was the only one in the room, she lowered her eyebrows slightly, and her fingering was dexterous and smooth, clasping, wiping, flicking, and wiping in between played out the fierce battle scenes of life and death.The shouts of the crowd, the sound of drums, the sound of swords and crossbows, and the beating of drums and trumpets sounded in unison, which shocked people's hearts.Instead, it becomes the sound of fleeing from the wilderness with scattered rhythms, with the flags and drums dying down, generous and tragic, and the desolation of Farewell My Concubine.

"The chilling sound of the piece is too strong, it's not suitable for teaching children!" After listening to the piece quietly, one knows how the girl's skills are at its peak, but she, a weak woman, can play "House of Flying Daggers" so loud The ground is moving, and it is incompatible with the image of being soft and watery, and it looks very awkward.

Without saying a word, the girl tuned the strings, and the sad and melodious "Autumn Moon in the Han Palace" came slowly. Under the long moonlight, she chanted and sighed three times, lonely and sad, complaining and depressed, as if complaining and weeping....

"The former is chilling, while the latter is desolate! Most children like bright rhythms! I'm afraid they won't be able to learn this kind of complicated music!" Only now did Hong Lin feel that the sickly looking girl in front of him seemed to be showing off her skills.

"I only love famous songs! Leave those unpopular country tunes to others! Farewell!" The girl returned the sternness, carried her pipa on her back and pushed the door away.

Yuri, another day of wind and scenery, the shore of East Lake is still green like smoke, and the water breeze is light. It is almost noon, and the children who are learning the piano have almost dispersed, but the girl did not show up last night.You won't be really angry, will you?I didn't say anything serious!While meditating, someone patted his left shoulder. Hong Lin turned his head quickly, but it was a servant in green clothes and a small cap.

"My name is Dongmo!" The servant introduced himself, with a simple and honest appearance, "My girl...is just sitting here and listening to you playing the piano...she looks sick!"

"She's not here today!" It turned out that this servant was from the girl's family last night.

"Of course she's not here! She's sick! She's very sick. Last night, she sneaked out with the maidservant, and I don't know who got mad!" Dong Mo scratched his head and begged with a smile: "My mother said... My mother is the girl's wet nurse! Our girl's name is Li Zhenyun, how should I say it! My mother said that our girl likes to listen to you playing the piano the most, maybe if you go to persuade her, she will be willing to take medicine!"

What Dong Mo said later, Hong Lin didn't listen to a word, only heard the phrase "who is so angry", thinking about his kindness, he just wanted to teach those children to play the piano, why bother A little girl is sick with gas!Feeling guilty right now.Following Dongmo around Ligu Town, after passing a pond, a green three-storey wooden attic is located among the flowers and willows. It is exquisitely carved, elegant and not luxurious.

It has been more than a year since I came to Ligu Town, but I have never found such a building. When I entered the door, there were several clusters of green peach blossoms competing for beauty. The fragrance of the flowers was not mellow, but a strong smell of medicine. It seemed that Li Zhenyun was indeed ill, or Make yourself mad!

Following Dongmo to the third floor, there are pots of pale white flowers on both sides of the railing, like Qingzhi or Duruo, the wind chimes under the corridor eaves are tinkling, and the green hills are faintly seen in the distance, and the fragrance of the medicine is getting stronger and stronger. thicker.Dong Mo knocked on the door, and a middle-aged woman came out with a smile, and only said to pour tea, leading Dong Mo to go downstairs slowly.

Pushing open the door of Xuanxie, you will be greeted with calligraphy and paintings of celebrities, white walls and green tents, antique, and the lyre under the window sill glows softly like white jade.There are bookshelves on three sides, which are arranged in rows and rows in an orderly manner. The pipa is quietly lying next to the bluegrass, and there are all kinds of music such as flute, Dongxiao, pipa, zither, huqin, sheng, and harp.

"Nurse, this medicine does not contain sugar or honey!" As soon as the words finished, Li Zhenyun lifted the green tent and came out. His long hair was uncombed and his face was as pale as before. When he looked up and saw that it was not the nurse, he froze. There, after a long time, a brocade stool was moved to signal the visitors to sit down.

"I heard from Dong Mo that you were sick! I didn't mean it... What happened last night...!" Hong Lin observed her expression, as usual, not as strong as Dong Mo described.

Li Zhenyun smiled slowly and then lowered his head, sitting on the other side, "I have been sick for 17 years! It's okay to have something to do with you!"

"Hmm!" Hong Lin was puzzled. She had been ill for 17 years, and she was only sixteen or seventeen years old at the most!

"This disease was brought from my mother's womb. I have invited countless famous doctors, but they can't cure it! Whenever the weather is bad, it will be even worse! My father and brother are far away in the capital of Master Wang, and they have no time to take care of me. They have been staying at the nurse's house to recuperate!" Li Zhenyun's tone of voice was also very similar to the sound of a piano, gurgling and jubilant, due to illness, his eyes were big and dull, and his almond face was slightly swollen.

After talking for a while, a maidservant brought tea and snacks, and the fragrance of the tea diffused, instantly masking the smell of medicine in the room. Inside the exquisite utensils were candied lotus root strips, lily slices, and hawthorn cheese. Only the prince's house can be compared.

"This tea is green snow buds from Taimu Mountain in Zhongtu! It was brought by my father, and I can't eat it, so I have to treat it to guests!"

"Holding a cup, the room is full of orchid fragrance", the tea is like orchids and has a long-lasting fragrance. It is really a famous tea in the Yuan Dynasty, which is rare even in the palace, but she used it to entertain guests. It seems that Li Zhenyun is definitely not an ordinary person. .Kaijing had countless relatives, and they were ignorant of her.

"I don't know if your father is...!"

"Li Zichun!" Li Zhenyun answered briskly.

"Brother Ling, is General Li Chenggui?" The Li family's father and son are well-known, especially the general Li Chenggui, who has made outstanding achievements in fighting Pu Yi's rebellion, smashing the Red Turban Army that invaded Xijing, annihilating the rebellious party of Lord Dexing, and defeating the prime minister of Liaoyang Province. When Naha came out, even His Highness praised him for using soldiers like a god, what a genius!

"Do you know my elder brother?" Li Zhenyun was meticulous, deeply feeling that there seemed to be an unexplainable secret between his brows, "Your accent sounds like a person from Kaijing!"

"It's just because my hometown is in Kaijing, and I've heard of your father and elder brother's name!" Hong Lin immediately denied it. The scenery passed by one by one. These paintings all come from the Yuan Kingdom in Middle-earth, and each is a priceless national treasure.

A drizzle came from outside the window, making a 'rustling' sound on the green peach leaves. I opened a book casually, but there were strange symbols on it. It turned out to be a piano score.

"This is either the piano score or the music score! Those "Books of Jin", "Sui" and "Tang Books" are just for learning!" Li Zhenyun was blunt, "Just take a look!"

"Do you like the culture of Middle Earth?" Hong Lin realized that everything in the house had nothing to do with the customs of the Goryeo Dynasty.

Li Zhenyun smiled slightly, and his complexion looked much better, "I like it since I was a child! That's why the master I invited here can't play the Xuanhe Qin!"

The author has something to say: Li Chenggui, Taejo of Joseon, his life and deeds are all in Baidu.