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"Are you worthy of that person's teaching?" Chen Hongzhu said angrily.

"What do you have to do with others?" Song Qianji asked in confusion.

He felt that the other party had misunderstood.

For one thing, he didn't know the allusions about giving pianos to the family of the sect, and which one was the lightest one to buy.In his eyes, the violins in the pawn shop are very ordinary. As long as they follow this shape, paint with this kind of paint, and use this kind of wood, no matter who makes them, the violins made can be called "Lvyitai".No matter how many spirit stones are priced, they are nothing but appearances.

Only the "Jiuxiao Huanpei", "Deered Wood Dragon's Song" and "Imperial Remaining Sound" have the blessing of the skills of the qin maker, and the only one in the sky and the earth is worthy of the name of the famous qin.

Secondly, the old sword is useless to him, and it is usually placed in the house, not only collecting dust, but also occupying space.

He exchanged one of his most useless things for his most beloved vegetable field without loss and returned to cleanliness.

It's a bargain no matter how you look at it.

Chen Hongzhu said anxiously: "If I had an opportunity like yours, I would never waste it."

Song Qianji was even more puzzled: "What does it have to do with you?"

Chen Hongzhu stomped her feet and ran away in anger.

She finally found that every time she met Song Qianji, no matter how it started, it always ended in anger.

"That person" was very interested, and taught him casually, did he just fancy his talent for making people angry?

After all, there is a saying: the master accepts apprentices because he wants to find his young self in the apprentices.

He Qingqing looked worriedly at the end of the path, where the red dress disappeared.

Song Qianji stuffed the piano case to her: "Go back quickly."

"It's too expensive. I can't take it."

She didn't dare to accept it either.

Song Qianji was startled.Don't mess with me, so my torment this night was not for nothing?

He Qingqing only heard the young man sigh, as if helpless: "They wanted to scare me today, so they brought you here, but later they got angry and blamed you. Your innocent disaster was all caused by my jokes. This piano is a gift You, it's an apology, accept it."

apologize?No one ever apologized to her.As if she deserved everything she suffered.Over the years, even she thought so herself.

He Qingqing looked up.The moonlight outlined the boy's handsome side face, softened his sharp edges and corners, and coated him with a faint silver light, like a god and Buddha who is compassionate and compassionate.

People say that there is a god in Qingya Academy.The court supervisor Ziye Manjusri is always expressionless, always impartial, ruthless and unattainable. When he sees him, he thinks of all the strict rules in the world.

He Qingqing saw it with her own eyes, but felt that the statement was too exaggerated.Senior Brother Ziye is indeed seldom selfish, but he is still in the world.

The boy in front of him is more like a true god.It seems close at hand, but out of reach.

"Hurry up and go back to practice the piano. I wish you will surprise everyone with your Deng Wenya skills and have a bright future."

After Song Qianji finished speaking, he didn't hear an echo, and felt something was wrong. Take a closer look...

It's broken, why are you crying again? !

He Qingqing's tears welled up silently: "Even if I have the qin, I can't go to the Dengwen Yahui. Senior brother, take the qin back to the pawnshop and exchange your sword!"

"why?"

"I can't play Fairy Miaoyan's song. I am destined to be unworthy of such a good piano. But I will always remember the kindness that Senior Brother Song has shown me. "

"Wait." Song Qianji interrupted her, wondering, "What does this have to do with Miaoyan?"

Why is there something about her everywhere?

"As long as I report Fairy Miaoyan's song, the registered disciples will not be willing to name me. To say that a person like me dares to play Fairy's song is disrespectful to her."

Almost all of the popular qin melodies today are composed by Fairy Miaoyan.He Qingqing couldn't afford the sheet music, but she never forgot the melody, and could play exactly the same after listening to others play it once.But she only listened to the music played by Miaoyan.

Song Qianji thought for a while: "It's not difficult. If I write you a poem, it may not be worse than hers."

"Senior Brother Song, do you still know the rhythm?"

"A little bit."

Song Qianji had touched his pen and ink tonight, but he only wrote two characters and one talisman.The feel of writing is still there, even a little itchy.

After Miaoyan got engaged to him in her previous life, she stopped composing music by herself.Half of the score he played was obtained by his exploration of ancient ruins, and the other half came from his search for mortal musicians.No matter whether he was a court musician or a busker in the market, he didn't care about his status and handed over every detail.

During this process, Song Qianji naturally also learned to play the piano, and he has a unique insight into the technique of sound attack, which is different from the traditional skills of Xianyinmen.

But Miao Yan said that he was too murderous and that playing the qin could easily damage the spirituality of the qin, so he seldom played it.

Song Qianji originally wanted to write a random song.

The beginning of the pen is the melody of Bawang unloading his armor, and he paused for a while.

Looking up at the moon, I suddenly feel that the moonlight is extremely cold tonight, and the peach petals are fluttering like a snowfall.

Just like the last scene of his life on the way to escape.

He has encountered many heavy snowfalls in his life, but nothing is as cold as that one.

The mind flows through the pen and onto the paper, and it is a matter of course. When the pen is closed, the tune has changed.

Fortunately not a bad change.Song Qianji played it silently in his heart, feeling a little satisfied.

"You take it to the Dengwen Conference, don't say I wrote it, to save trouble."

He gave the paper with wet ink to the other party, but he was afraid that the little girl would come to his door and cry again one day when something else happened to her.

Even if he could bear it, the two vegetable fields at the gate of the courtyard couldn't bear it either.

So he said: "I don't want you to repay, I just want you to promise me one thing."

He Qingqing didn't expect that Song Qianji just said that he wanted to compose music, and he finished it when he picked up the pen, and he couldn't believe it when he took the piano score.

"As long as I can do it, I will go through fire and water, and I will do anything!"

"Don't cry anymore." Song Qianji said.

"what?"

"Just this one, you don't need to go through fire and water."

After Song Qianji finished speaking, he closed the door refreshed.

In the night without mourning and crying, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers and insects, I have a good dream until dawn.

Tomorrow is another full day of farming.

He Qingqing, holding the piano in her arms, drove the night road alone.

She took a shortcut.The stone steps are rugged, with a cliff on one side and an abyss on the other.

The moonlight was obscured by the night fog, only the roar of water and the roar of beasts could be heard.

The strong wind howled and blew her thin white dress, as if it wanted to blow her thin body into the abyss.

But she didn't walk slowly, and every step was very steady, her back was as straight as a green pine.

It seems to be walking on the Kangzhuang Avenue, walking through the crowd of thousands of people without squinting.

I will never cry again.she thinks.

There may be a certain number of tears in a person's life, but my tears have been shed.It's time for others to cry.