Peerless luthier

Zhong Yi has already sketched out a picture in his mind: the lotus pond after the rain is very beautiful, the lotus leaves are in full bloom, the unfinished raindrops are echoing drop by drop from the corner of the eaves, and the red dragonflies are hovering on the lotus leaves , falling lightly.

Huatian's round and bright cat's eyes are wide open. It carefully lifts up its feet, then slowly puts them down, and crawls forward.

The red dragonfly hadn't noticed it yet, and remained motionless, while Hua Tianmao bowed his back, ready to go.

Suddenly, Huatian leaped into the air, and swiftly swooped up from bottom to top—at that moment, Huatian's little paw appeared sharply on the stage, and the red dragonfly was caught firmly by it before he could react.

Grab it!

It rolled over lightly, firmly held the red dragonfly in its mouth and landed on the wet ground after the rain.Hua Tian, ​​who was praised, jumped around and spun around Zhong Yi's feet, acting like a baby happily.

Because the required time is short, the time period for setting up the lotus pond and catching dragonflies must be smooth and vivid, and the warm and lovely joyful appearance in the back uses a slightly funny tone.

When Zhong Yi's song is over, Zhong Yi anxiously waits for the strict luthier's evaluation of him—and at the same time, his father's expectation will come true.

They whispered to each other, and Zhong Yi suddenly felt that they were a bit like the chattering classmates in class.

After a while, an old master in the middle looked at Zhong Yi with a smile: "Zhong Yi?"

Zhong Yi's heart was in her throat, her heart was pounding, and her voice was trembling: "Yes, Master."

He stepped forward and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous."

No wonder you're not nervous!

Zhong Yi smirked: Don't be nervous. "

The old master said: "Your advanced repertoire is very good, but—"

As soon as Zhong Yi heard "but", her heart immediately sank.

Sure enough, the old master said: "But your self-created short songs have improved somewhat. Have you ever tried this kind of topic before?"

Zhong Yi was lost and lowered her head in frustration: "No..."

As a result, the old master burst out into a hearty laugh: "Hahaha, it's a very novel topic, the old master came up with it himself."

The old master looked at this little Qinzi with a dejected expression on his face: "Tsk, I haven't finished yet. Although the short song is a bit lacking in expressiveness, the imagination and arrangement in a short period of time are good, and it only needs to be refined in the future. Take it, go .”

Zhong Yi took the two chapters of paper tremblingly, in a daze.

The old master saw: "What's the matter?"

Zhong Yi said with difficulty: "Let me...take it easy."

Old Master: "..."

In the end, Zhong Yi was taken to the third examination room by the old master himself. When he went up the wooden stairs to the third floor, he heard discussions from the crowd. He looked down and found that people were pointing at him with excited faces.

Zhong Yi was a little flustered, and when she turned her gaze, she met Daddy's excited expression and Ah Li's smile.

The old master pulled Zhong Yi's hand and squinted his eyes: "Zhong Yi, calm down, this is not the end."

Zhong Yi's body trembled, knowing that the old master was reminding him.

He immediately apologized: "Yes, just now Zhong Yi was complacent and dared not."

The old master smiled, said nothing more, knocked on the door with Zhong Yi, and walked in.

Zhong Yi looked at the tip of the shoe with lowered eyebrows: Calm.

After a while of inhaling and exhaling, the old master opened the door and came out, patting Zhong Yi on the shoulder.

Later, Zhong Yi heard a voice telling him to go in.

Zhong Yi raised her head again and walked in.

There was obviously a luxurious lineup inside, and dozens of pairs of sharp eyes looked at him in unison.

Zhong Yi bowed his head and saluted, arranged the piano, sat down, his legs were trembling.

The middle-aged luthier sitting in the middle glanced at Zhong Yi's legs, and said calmly, "Zhong Yi, it's not easy to come here, I'll give you some time to relax."

Zhong Yi was a little embarrassed: "Yes, Master."

After a while, he looked at Zhong Yi: "Now, please play the additional piece "Half Que"."

Zhong Yi took a deep breath: "Yes."

Touching the strings with the tip of her hand, Zhong Yi is now very grateful to her father for telling a lot of sad love stories with similar emotions.Zhong Yi quickly picked one and substituted it into his mind.

At the beginning, it was sweet and hazy, a time that people would not want to pass by, like a fragrant lily of the valley quietly blooming.The bewilderment and hesitation of love, the long mournful turn, turned into a pair of lone geese flying around the cold and silent water surface.The faint traces of light are blown away like smoke, leaving behind bitter, lingering and infinite longings far away.

At the end of the song, the middle-aged luthier nodded: "You are very talented."

He sat back.

Just as Zhong Yi breathed a sigh of relief, the very serious-looking master sitting on the right walked towards Zhong Yi, and Zhong Yi's heart skipped a beat immediately.

Standing in the hustle and bustle of the crowd, despite the noise around him that he didn't like, the corners of Zhong Han's mouth still raised unconsciously. Ah Li stood with his chest folded and looked at the second examination room on the third floor with blazing eyes.

He was a little worried: he didn't know if Zhong Xiaoyi had passed.

Just as I was thinking this, the door opened.

What came out was a luthier, standing on a tall building overlooking the crowd, with his hands outstretched and pressing down.

The crowd quickly fell silent.

His voice resounded loudly: "Everyone, now I am announcing that I have passed the third test and will be admitted to Yunying Academy, where the rest of the list of piano players in the piano industry will be tutored by banquet-level piano masters."

The audience pricked up their ears.

He took out a small and delicate piece of paper (yes, very few people passed, not because they were stingy).

"First, Zhong Yi."

Zhong Han grabbed Zhong Li's hand excitedly, and they stared at the third floor. Sure enough, the familiar little figure was trembling all over, and walked to the side of the master with a wobble.

Zhong Li frowned: Why do you walk like a duck?

He then reported the names of five people, and those Qinzi walked up tremblingly like Zhong Xiaoyi.

In other words, it is indeed a bit harsh to select six Qinzi out of hundreds of Qinzi.

That night, the moon was full and fireflies were flying in the grass. The family sat around happily under the peach blossom tree and had a sumptuous dinner to celebrate Zhong Xiaoyi.

Zhong Xiaoyi comfortably ate the delicious food made by her mother, while enjoying her father's touch, and Ah Li also picked up food for him from time to time.

Daddy asked, "Xiaoyi, how did you pass that short melody?"

Speaking of this, Zhong Yi was a little frustrated: "I'm not very good at making up."

So Zhong Yi explained his playing method and the old master's evaluation in detail at that time. After listening to it, Dad frowned and thought.

Because the name of Huatian was mentioned during the conversation, it was eating steamed whitebait and rubbed against Zhong Yi's leg affectionately, Zhong Yi bent down and stroked Huatian's soft hair tacitly.

Mother smiled and shook her head at Zhong Yi, and handed a handkerchief: "Wipe your hands, don't touch the flower fields when you eat."

Zhong Yi smiled and took it, and obediently wiped her hands.

Ah Li raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "It's much better than insisting on having Hua Tian at the table before."

Zhong Yi: "..."

That's right, this is indeed what Zhong Yi once strongly requested.

After a while, Dad said to Zhong Yi seriously: "It seems that I have to study this kind of topic."

Zhong Yi nodded in cooperation: "Yes."

Dad agrees with Zhong Yi's cooperation and continues to eat.

After a while, Zhong Yi, who had been observing his father's expression, couldn't hold back anymore. He put down his chopsticks, hugged his father's arm and shook it: "Daddy, my qin, my paulownia qin." Zhong Han remembered it instantly, and said happily: "Xiaoyi, Daddy almost forgot, go get it now." Seeing Daddy leaving quickly, Yan Hui and Zhong Li were a little puzzled. After looking at each other, Yanhui asked Zhong Xiaoyi, who was grinning excitedly. : "Xiaoyi, what did your father take?"

Zhong Yi said proudly, "Mother guesses."

The mother was slightly stunned: "I don't know."

Ah Li blinked his eyes: "I guess it's Daddy's excellent paulownia qin."

Now it was Zhong Yi's turn, who was going to continue to play tricks, to be stunned: "...you, how do you know?"

Ah Li glanced at Zhong Yi with disdain, pointed behind Zhong Yi and said, "Didn't Daddy hug her?"

Zhong Yi: "..."

Dad came over with a happy face, and put the long brocade box on the small stone table.

Dad turned around and smiled at Zhong Yi, his eyes sparkled: "Xiao Yi, come and have a look."

Zhong Yi happily ran over, and carefully opened the beautifully decorated brocade box, on which there was a very imposing "Han Wangfu" seal.

Open the jade ring buckle, there is only a pleasant "click" sound, the lock of the brocade box pops open, Zhong Yi slowly opens the brocade box, and what is displayed in front of Zhong Yi is a mysterious and simple paulownia tree against the moonlight piano.

Zhong Yi involuntarily exclaimed.

Mother and Zhong Li walked over, also amazed.

Daddy gently stroked the paulownia qin, smiled and said to Zhong Yi: "This qin is still the same as it was given to me by the old King Han, Xiao Yi, from now on, you must take it with you and never leave it. "Zhong Yi can see the seriousness of being a luthier from Dad's gentle eyes.

Zhong Yi nodded seriously: "I will, Daddy."

Turning his head to look at its cold appearance glowing with moonlight, Zhong Yi couldn't help but gently stroked it, and plucked a string with his fingertips. Its singing sound was like an ancient ballad, mellow and clear, mysterious and dreamy.It seems to come from the distant sky, and it seems to come from a peaceful heart, so moving.

Dad applauded: "Xiaoyi, play "Tonight" for us." Mother smiled softly.

Ah Li stood under the green branches of peach blossoms, holding the flower field and looking at Zhong Yi.

Everything is so beautiful.

Zhong Yi remembered that at that time, he took it out like a treasure and put it on the stone table. His fingers trembled slightly when they touched the temperature of jade, but when he played the first tune, he couldn't let it go—— He knew that feeling, he met a piano, a piano that could play his heart.

Zhong Yi will never forget the scene at that moment: under the round moon, Zhong Yi is playing the paulownia piano that will accompany Zhong Yi for life on the small stone table under the peach blossom tree. It spread to the neighbor's house, the wind occasionally blows, and the flashing fireflies are flying. Dad, mother, brother Ah Li, Hua Tian... They all looked at him quietly.

Everything about that night was so peaceful and comfortable, so unforgettable.