sinking into sand

The sky of the Lijiang River is indeed about to change.

It was almost dusk, in Pingchunfang, Li Da leaned forward and looked out the window, and saw a group of ragged people walking to the main street at some time, and clashed with the carriage of a brothel delivering goods , The horse stopped suddenly and bumped into a roadside vendor to make such a big commotion.

Li Da watched from upstairs, and when he saw those people who looked like beggars, his heart was blocked again.

In this world, there is turmoil, and people are displaced.What does it have to do with the prosperous Lijiang River and the luxurious Pingchunfang?

Since people are born with a destiny, they should stick to their own duties and rush forward to their own future. What did they do to come here to stain their eyes and stain the carved beams and painted pillars of Pingchunfang for no reason.

He was about to open his mouth, but after a moment, he closed his mouth again, with his lips tightly pressed together, and continued to drink his pot of good wine, which cost an unknown amount of money.

During the brief turmoil on the street corner, Xun Er nervously watched the chaos ahead.

She carried a pipa on her back and went out into the street with a veil covered. She never thought that she was almost hit by a delivery carriage before she reached the place.If it weren't for the fact that some refugees rushed to the wrong direction of the carriage, they would have dropped the pipa before they had finished their mission.

This accident made her nervous for a moment, and when the carriage and the refugees in front of her gradually calmed down, she swallowed slightly and continued walking towards her destination.

There is only one porter guarding the stairs next to Fenghua Terrace.The singing and dancing have stopped for the past few days, and this place is also very deserted.When Xun Er passed by, he was reading this erotic album.

When Xun Er wanted to go upstairs, he stopped him, his eyes swept over Xun Er, and he lost interest.Ask: "What are you doing upstairs? Which brothel, hasn't it worked these days?"

When I saw him on Xun Er, I was a little nervous. Fortunately, I still remembered what I had prepared a long time ago, saying that I lost something a few days ago and wanted to go upstairs to find it.

The concierge looked her up and down again, and saw that the shriveled figure was really disappointing, and his face was covered, and he couldn't tell whose family hadn't opened his face yet.It's not rare to make things difficult for her for fun.He opened the door and let her go up the stairs to Fenghua Terrace.

Fenghua Terrace has a total of three floors, the first floor has no buildings, it is a square gate, and there are several rooms from the second floor, only the third floor is open, which is considered a high place in Pingchunfang.

Xun Er walked nervously all the way, and finally went up to the third floor without any risk.

She blinked, imitating Yu Sha's appearance in her imagination, and forced herself to calm down.After taking a few breaths, he moved some chairs and tables vigilantly to block the door from the second floor to the third floor.

After doing this, she felt that the nerve she had been tense had relaxed a little bit.

Xun Er walked to the open observation deck on the third floor.Looking around is the busiest area of ​​Pingchunfang, Chunxi Hall and Mianxiao Tower are all within sight.

It was almost night, and the sky and the earth were dim.

Xun Er carried the pipa on his back, walked to a place only one step away from the light, and stopped.

The setting sun is about to rest, and the dust in the air is illuminated golden.But Xun Er didn't look at those, she looked at the carpet under the evening sun.

The baoxianghua painted with gold and embroidered colors should have been a dazzling color. It should have been used to make murals and dresses, but it ended up being reduced to this golden cave and made into carpets.

The color looks old, it seems that it has been around for a long time, and how many people have stepped on it, and finally the color that seems to not dissipate has also fallen into dust and accumulated dirt.

Xun Er squatted down and stroked the flower.

The light changes, the sun always sets so fast, but in a moment it will be dark.

At the moment when the sun was still setting, in Pingchunfang, various prostitutes were hanging lanterns as usual.

Suddenly, there was a rush of pipa sweeping sound.The sound was so fast that it didn't even make a melody when you just listened to it, you could only know that it was a high skill.The sound seemed to urge people's heartbeat to beat with it, but within a short moment, several places on the main street where the music could be heard were all attracted by this sound.

Some people with good hearing became suspicious when they heard the sound, why is it a bit like the pipa in the life-threatening inn?

But the urging pipa is very noisy, it doesn't catch people's hearts like this.

In Pingchunfang, people were asking, who is playing the pipa?

The rapid sweep of the pipa came to an abrupt end at the highest point, as if it stopped after the beginning.[-][[-]#[-]%[-]=zero

Suddenly, in this dusk, a new piece of music suddenly appeared.

If the silver beads are broken at the beginning, it is full of long sounds made by the fingers.It was clearly a lingering voice, but it gave off momentum for no reason, as if seeing palace buildings.

Those people in Pingchunfang who have been immersed in this joyous scene all year round, when they heard the opening, they all realized it in amazement.

They all recognized this piece of music, it was not the music you would find in a romantic scene, it was neither lingering nor pathetic.But being able to play this piece is really the long-cherished wish of every actor.

This is the joy of the palace during the heyday of the Great Ji Dynasty. It is a tribute to the scene where the emperor ordered soldiers in the barracks after the Great Ji Dynasty quelled the wars of the previous dynasty, and then was honored as a great treasure.

This is not a tune that everyone can play.

The sound of the music gradually increased, but the pipa simulated the sound of war drums.The tone also changed to chilling, as if there were iron bones, giving birth to a magnificent momentum, as if there were thousands of troops and horses in front of him, and the emperor rode their horses one by one.

Thousands of pride suddenly arise in the chest.

Holding his wine glass, Li Da listened to the music on the second floor of the restaurant, and felt his blood became hot for some reason.

When he slowly woke up from the excitement, he found that there was more than just this pipa next to his ear.

I don't know who started it first, maybe it was infected by the passion of this song, or maybe it was aroused by unreasonable competitiveness.Here in Pingchunfang, whether it is shakuhachi, zither or flute, they all join in the music.

They are not courtesans kept by the king, and they are not worthy of playing this song.But they can play.

Because Peony Academy was short-lived in Pingchunfang in those years, there seemed to be no awe, no restraint, and nothing to learn in that academy.

They have never been from Peony Academy, but they are all students of Peony Academy.

The music turned to enter the mid-range, the sound of the music slowed down, and the gorgeous color suddenly appeared.The Emperor is ready for his exploits, his glory and his power.

The timbre of the pipa seems to become the intoxicating power itself in this gorgeous banquet.

Knead, twist, wipe, pick, press, hit, strangle, tremble.

It doesn't matter whether it's a wheel finger or a flick.The music changes in a very short period of time, which is more like a gimmick than playing music. It makes people realize that there is such a scenery in the world only when they see high mountains and dangerous peaks.The music is so dynamic that it's hard to keep up with the dizzying technique.The timbre is mellow and pearly, making people wonder what kind of hands this person has that can maintain such a soft timbre despite such rapid changes.

Such is the joy of kings, that virtuosity becomes part of the glory itself.The king is a rare treasure even for pleasure.

The other music voices gradually lost ground in this unmatched skill, and they were acquainted or praised, but none of them could compete for the length of the pipa.

From fantasy to reality, from the highest to the most beautiful.

At the end of the magnificent movement, when the last lingering rhyme of the wheel fingers dissipated, the long and long sound of the imitation drum sounded again.

This is not a war drum, but the sound of drums in a distant military camp when the king stands on the tower and looks at the country.

The music in Pingchunfang gradually became louder again. Everyone knew that the music was coming to an end, and they paid their last respects to the emperor for the last glimpse.

Twilight has passed, and the sky is full of stars.

The tune ends in a small tune that seems to tell the emperor's future for a hundred years.

This song is over, and the Chinese lanterns in Pingchunfang were first turned on, but there was no sound.

Is that song gone?It seems to be gone.But there seemed to be an unfinished lingering sound in my ears, and there was still a lingering pride in my chest.

Sitting alone on the third floor of Fenghua Terrace on Xun Er, she didn't light up the lights. As night fell, the lights of Pingchunfang were as dazzling as the Milky Way on the ground.

Looking at the ground on Xun Er, Bao Xiang Hua, whose outline could barely be seen clearly with the help of a little light outside, suddenly felt dazed.

She remembered why she didn't play the pipa well again.

In the academy before, the master taught them the basics, and taught them the so-called strength of character that they couldn't understand at all.

In fact, to put it bluntly, it is to tell them that their pipa is very precious, and their hands are also very precious. Not everyone can listen to it.

Not everyone can listen to it, so who can listen to it?

If you can't figure it out on Xun Er, just let your own mind.Her pipa brother can listen to it, her sisters can listen to it, flowers can listen to it, and the moon can also listen to it.

And she no longer plays the pipa well because after the fall of Peony Academy, she suddenly had doubts about this teaching.

Their pipas are very precious, and their hands are very precious.

Life is humble.

Doesn't this make people feel very ridiculous?

The longer she stayed in Pingchunfang, outside the Peony Academy, the more she understood the humbleness of civilian life.

A child who dies in a dark alley and no one cares about it, a young man who is desperate to climb up because of a chance in Chunfang, a woman who wants to sell herself to a high price just because she can read and write, these are not qualified. , but the music people who yearn for the joy of the emperor.

Learn literary and martial arts, goods and the emperor's family.

Whether it is a man or a woman, whoever is not like this, puts himself up for sale, looking forward to the pity and appreciation of those nobles.

Xun Er looked up blankly, in the blur of those lights, she thought sadly, she didn't want to be like this.

It doesn't matter if she is stupid or not grown up, she still wants to play the pipa for others to listen to.

Play it for my brother, play it for Lu Hua, play it for the dead souls of Peony Academy, play it for the orphans who were displaced in the bustling Lijiang River, and play it for those people who are struggling in the torrent but are as humble as ants.

Xun Er's pipa suddenly changed its tune, playing a simple tune in the dark.

The people in Pingchunfang were still immersed in the excitement and magnificence of the last song, and they were still a little strange by the sudden change of tone.But because he was just impressed by this person's skill, he still listened patiently.

Among the crowd, only Li Da frowned slightly.

He recognized the song.

Compared with the previous one, this piece is not as difficult, and there are no dazzling tricks.Even the timbre like pearls and jade has become hoarse.

It is describing a wind.

The wind blows up at the end of summer, carrying the last blaze of heat, and then turns around and enters the boundless bleakness of autumn.

The wind is high.

Li Da suddenly realized that he was wrong. At the banquet a few days ago, he told Xie Jingrong that a tune is just a tune, how can you tell what is being sung.

But he was wrong.

This song evoked a strange sense of depression in his heart, as if there was a hole in his heart, letting the wind blow by.

Autumn is here, the weather is cold, and the north wind howls across the mountains, rivers and fields.In an instant, it was already the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, and the world was withered and yellow.

The people in this wind are full of bitterness.It is neither lovesickness nor lingering, just worrying about the coming winter.

The sound of the pipa is shriveled and hoarse.It seems to be the sigh when people are hungry.

It's getting cold, there is no bedding, and I don't know where the next meal will be, and I don't know where the world is so big, where can I live in peace.

Displaced people, where should we go?Where can I go to survive?

The little hope in the pipa sound is pitiful and hopeless because of the hoarseness of the music.

Suddenly the music became dense again, as if the lonely person in this hopeless misery naturally developed a kind of anger in his heart, complaining about the unfairness of the sky.

Blame heaven for injustice.

The melody here has become hasty, and because of the melody that seems to have been cut by gold and iron, it is even more sad and blood-weeping.

The sky is unfair, how has the sky ever been fair?

People are born with dignity, but who wants to be born in the quagmire.

This anger converged into a river, like a momentum against the howling wind.

Xun Er's pipa was almost roaring, so hard, so painful, and so helpless.

After strumming the strings violently, Xun Er made an emergency stop, which brought the music to an abrupt end.

She held the pipa strings that were still trembling slightly with her hands, and lowered her head in the darkness, as if she was calming the anger in her heart.

She waited for a while before playing the final chapter again.

What comes after all the rage?What will be the result of fighting against this harsh winter wind?

It's spring.

The tune becomes gentle, it's not gorgeous, and it's not lingering.It's like a person's whispering, but it makes people feel alive for no reason.

The pipa is still dumb, and this victory does not make people full of pride, nor does it lack the glory that makes people excited.

It's just like a flower that blooms in spring, soft, but survived the whole winter.

It comes alive.

The song is over.