Peerless luthier

Soon it was time to start school, and Zhong Yi, who was praised by the neighbors and servants at this time, was living a very nourishing life. Even the flower fields who followed Zhong Yi received special hospitality from the aunts and aunts. (.)

Therefore, Huatian, who was not sticky to Zhongyi in the summer, now follows Zhongyi's buttocks every day. Whenever Zhongyi and Huatian go out shopping, its tail is raised high.

Because I heard from my father a long time ago that Ah Li, who is two years older than Zhong Yi, has an exam at the beginning of school, so Ah Li, who is busy preparing recently, is very "jealous" of Zhong Xiaoyi.

When he buried his head in "University" and "The Doctrine of the Mean", Zhong Yi huddled next to his mother to eat peaches, and from time to time followed Ah Rong to Deng Erniang's for food: when he silently wrote "Book of Changes" and "Book of Songs" with a brush Zhong Yi was dozing off in his father's small cool room when he read the words and phrases in the book; when he was reciting the additional "Le Jing", Zhong Yi would comment on the poems as a master from time to time.

Ah Li reluctantly changed his face, turned to the left, and continued to recite: "Every sound is born from the human heart. The movement of the human heart is caused by things. Feeling is caused by the movement of things, and release is caused by sound. The sound responds. Letting life change, changing into a square, is called the sound. Comparing the sound and enjoying it, as for Qi Yu, it is called the music..."

Zhong Yi immediately leaned in front of him and sang in five tones: "Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, Yu——"

He ignored Zhong Yi, turned his face to the right, and still muttered words.

Zhong Yi repeated his old tricks and sang Liulu: "Huang Zhong, Tai Cui, Gu Xi, Rui Bin, Yi Ze, Wu She—"

After repeating it four times, he stopped: "Xiaoyi, don't make trouble."

Zhong Yi suddenly looked at him pitifully: "I'm bored, Ah Li will play with me."

Ah Li tapped Zhong Yi's head lightly with a book: "Just for fun, the little lazy cat knows how to play. Where's your piano? Doesn't Daddy let you practice short songs of your own?"

Zhong Yi pouted: "I don't want to practice."

God knows that self-created short songs are stipulated to be included in the Qinzi selection test questions, and God knows that a series of "Self-created Short Songs" has become popular in the bookstore market recently. God knows that there are six copies of it, and God knows that Daddy bought them all!

Zhong Yi became numb under the influence of books.

So Zhong Yi guessed that the author of this book was probably that old master.

Zhong Yi opened the first book, and the first page of the book was the author's name—the God of Immortality.

……

The corner of Zhong Yi's mouth twitched slightly, but this did not affect Zhong Yi's inference.

First, at first glance at the name, [-]% to [-]% conclude that the author is an old man.

Second, the aboveboard watermark of the book is the iconic "Yunying Academy". It seems that this old man has something to do with Yunying Academy in all likelihood.

Thirdly, the writing on it is quite insightful, but it was written by someone who is familiar with self-created short songs—so Zhong Yi concluded that the author is the old master who claimed to have invented the short song test questions.

When Zhong Yi finished pouring out a lot of reasons why he wanted Ah Li to play with Zhong Yi, Ah Li rubbed his brows: "Well, I don't feel too tired from reading, but I feel tired after listening to you yelling like this, let's go, I will take you to play. "

Zhong Yi: "..."

Zhong Yi said silently in her heart: Zhong Xiaoyi, hold back, Zhong Xiaoyi, hold back!

After saying hello to their parents, the two of them went out proudly, oh, no, there was also the flower field following Zhong Yi's arrogant.

Zhong Yi was very excited along the way, thinking that he would take her to some fun place.

So Zhong Yi kept peeking at Ah Li's expression, trying to get information.

Maybe it's the opera troupe that opened a few days ago?Maybe to play with a spinning top?Or play cuju?Or bucket grass?

Zhong Li was speechless by the undisguised peeping eyes, but he just tried his best to close the corners of his mouth that were about to rise, and walked forward with a serious face.

Finally, Ali stopped.

Zhong Yi rubbed his hands, looked up excitedly: this is a half-old building, with a dilapidated door plaque, on which there was a book - "Storytelling" Zhong Yi: "..."

Ah Li said lightly, "Go in."

Then he stepped in very gracefully.

Leaving Zhong Yi to touch the heart that was not strong enough, he petrified with Hua Tian on the main road.

When Zhong Yi recovered, she found that Ah Li had completely integrated into the storyteller's story.

Zhong Yi entered the arena angrily, but a girl about the same age as Zhong Yi stopped him: "Hey, hey, don't be rampant, give me two copper coins." Zhong Yi pouted and took out two copper coins from his pocket, threw them into her iron plate.

There were two "bang dang" sounds, which were actually very loud in this venue-it turned out to be the time to leave suspense.

Dissatisfied eyes pierced over, and Zhong Yi awkwardly turned to the old storyteller on the high platform, but instead of being angry, he smiled at Zhong Yi and motioned for Zhong Yi to take a seat.

Zhong Yi picked up the flower field and sat down next to Ah Li who was enjoying herself.

Just when he was about to speak, he unexpectedly stuffed a few pieces of oranges into Zhong Yi's mouth.

Zhong Yi: "..."

After chewing a few mouthfuls, it was quite sweet, Zhong Yi signaled Ah Li to peel another orange for Zhong Yi to eat.

He laughed silently, and while listening to the storyteller, he peeled the orange, and before giving it to Zhong Yi to eat, he raised his slender finger and put it near his mouth—to tell Zhong Yi not to talk.

Hmph, for Juzi's sake, Zhong Yi temporarily granted his request.

The storyteller is about 50 to [-] years old, with a short beard, but sharp eyes, and his voice is sometimes low, sometimes round, sometimes high-pitched, and he seems to be an experienced storyteller.

After listening for a while, Zhong Yi discovered that the storyteller was talking about the war history of the Southern and Northern Expeditions, mainly praising a certain general for his bravery, a certain military commander for his resourcefulness, and so on. Does anyone still listen to such an old subject?

So Zhong Yi glanced around and looked at the ordinary people around who were listening with gusto. They collectively gasped and made a collective noise, which was very interesting. Zhong Yi tried to hold back a smile and looked at the rich expressions of individual people, and suddenly found it very interesting. .

Zhong Yi thought to herself: It seems that this storyteller still has two talents, and there are dozens of people coming to support such a dilapidated place.

Looking at Ah Li's serious side face, Zhong Yi keenly felt that he would not be able to leave for half an hour today, and looked down at the flower field lying on Zhong Yi's lap, unexpectedly, it fell asleep lazily, with a stomach full of pain. Drumming, tail wagging slightly—the corner of Zhong Yi's mouth twitched: You lazy cat, you can sleep anytime.

I squeezed its ears, but it didn't open its eyes, and when its ears flicked, there was no movement.

Afterwards, the bored Zhong Yi had to nibble melon seeds and listen to the storytellers' melodious stories. He was just listening to them casually, but he was fascinated by them without anyone noticing them, as if he had entered the era of gold and iron horses. Many people slapped the table angrily, either cursing "dog officer!", or sighing: "Heaven is jealous of talents."

After the sound of clapping and the classic concluding remark, and the applause of the crowd, Zhong Yi finally realized: Huh?Finished?

Zhong Yi smacked her lips with indifference: "Is this gone?"

There were not a few people who felt the same way as Zhong Yi, and they booed skillfully: "Old man Bai, let's talk about it again! Next time!"

The white old man bowed his hands to them: "Thank you for your support, this is the end of today, see you tomorrow."

Some who couldn't get enough of it chatted with the old man Bai, but the old man still said: "Everyone, go slowly, go slowly, see you tomorrow."

People walked out helplessly.

Ah Li tapped the bell on the forehead: "Let's go."

Zhong Yi picked up Hua Tian who had woken up and walked out.

When walking to the gate, the summer light suddenly hit people's sight, the scorching sun and the shade in the venue formed a sharp contrast.

Zhong Yi couldn't help narrowing his eyes.

Looking back in a strange way: in the empty field, the simple high platform, the paint slipped, the randomly placed tables and chairs, a small piece of mottled wall, and a long crooked tree near the entrance, but with luxuriant branches and branches. Dried thick tree.

The sun didn't seem to dare to disturb, only a few swaying afterglows fell.

At this moment, the voice of the storyteller was still echoing in his ears.In that dazed moment, Zhong Yi felt that it was like a silent boulder witnessing the passage of time, which was unpretentious but tenaciously continued its own life.

When I walked on the street, I felt that I had come to the secular world again, and the heavy feeling of loneliness and coldness slowly dissipated.

Ah Li bought two bunches of candied haws that glistened attractively in the sun. Before the sweet and sour taste lingered on his lips and teeth, Hua Tian desperately clamored to eat it.

Zhong Yi patted its head: "I'll just give you one."

"Meow--"

After a while.

"Didn't you agree to eat only one piece?"

Zhong Yi stared wide-eyed at the greedy cat who was licking the corners of his mouth and staring at Zhong Yi's remaining three bright red hawthorn eyes.

"Meow-"

It wanted enough claws, Zhong Yi hugged it with his left hand and the candied haws with his right hand, and he panicked all of a sudden.

"Hana, don't lick my candied haws!"

"Meow--"

Zhong Yi bent down to put it on the ground.

result--

"Wuuuu, I still let you lick it, forget it...

Squatting on the side of the road, Zhong Yi plucked a small hawthorn and fed it.

There were people coming and going on the street, and there were many curious people looking at the handsome young man squatting on the ground with a bitter face, and the cat clasping a small hawthorn with both hands, purring incessantly.

Zhong Li pulled Zhong Xiaoyi's hand: "Xiaoyi, wake up, isn't it just candied haws. Just buy another bunch."

Zhong Xiaoyi nodded, drooling: "Okay, okay."

His look full of anticipation is extremely like a puppy begging for food.

Zhong Li couldn't help laughing, and bought one for him.

So the dispute was resolved, and Zhong Yi happily ate the large candied haws, and readily fed the remaining two small hawthorns to the flower field.

Almost at home, Zhong Yi asked Ah Li: "Why do you want to get up to listen to books?" Ah Li looked sideways at Zhong Yi, his eyes brightened: "Then what do you think?"

Zhong Yi nodded sincerely: "Very good."

He bent the corner of his mouth and walked in.

Zhong Yi followed behind him and asked, "You haven't said the reason yet."

He walked forward on his own, and his voice came along with the wind: "The appreciation of folk art is a bonus."

Zhong Yi was stunned for a long time before she understood what he meant: write this to add grades when the exam starts.

Zhong Yi: "..."

hateful!He even pretended to play with him. After completing the investigation by himself, he even found a person and a cat to eat, watch and laugh with him!