Qinglian Snow Heavy

However, after Tong Yi took him back to Tong's Mansion, Qinglian really never played the pipa again, because he firmly remembered his mother's promise and didn't want to make his father feel sad.

Different emotions flowed in the silence, even Wang Li couldn't help but look up at the two silent people in the hall, what he saw was the tears that fell from Qinglian's eyes when she turned around, it was the helpless sorrow of breaking the promise and keeping the promise , because it is destined to disappoint.

Qinglian turned around with her pipa in her arms, and walked towards the Changchun bench, because the pipa cannot be played standing up, and Qinglian did not want to play in front of Jiarui in that humiliating posture of kneeling in the Tongfenglou.But when Qinglian turned around and took a step forward, Qinglian was almost unable to stand still with the pain like a split behind her. Every time the cloth that was pasted on the wound was pulled, Qinglian would frown in pain.

Seeing Qinglian sitting on the Changchun stool, frowning and slowly putting up her legs, and setting up the pipa in her arms, Jiarui was in a trance, because he had clearly seen the dyed white shirt just now, and the bright red spot Dazzling, like the fiery afterglow of Xuanyingju reflected in the lake, his thoughts drifted away.

"Qinglian"

"Um"

"Qinglian, you don't speak anymore, you might as well let Yudi speak for you."

"Um"

"Hey, it's like this again, I can't come here often, so will you still play music for me in the future? As long as I want to"

"Um"

"Agreed, this is a gentleman's promise, look, the setting sun in the sky and the earth, she is the witness of this agreement, Qinglian"

"Well, Ruijia, I remember."

Jiarui will never forget the day when he held Qinglian's hand and leaned on the railing to look at the sky and point to the water. At that moment, he forgot his identity as a fatuous emperor, and he no longer explored Qinglian's secret hidden in the Tongfu. The two of them have no status to worry about, everything was so beautiful, but it's a pity that it's almost dusk.

Jiarui's contemplation of the past was broken by a few lingling music sounds, and she saw Qinglian sitting upright on the Changchun stool, her clothes neatly draped on her knees, her bare feet in front of her, and her pipa in her arms.Qinglian's head was tilted slightly, her hair slid down her temples, her face was covered and she couldn't see clearly, but Jiarui could still see her tightly pressed lips, Jiarui recalled From what I saw just now, wouldn't it make things worse for Qinglian sitting like this?

Sitting like this is of course very painful for Qinglian who just received the beating, but she had no choice but to grit her teeth and endure, focusing on the pipa in her hand, after all, she hadn't played it for many years.Qinglian recalled the tone just now, turned the Zhenzi slightly, and then slightly closed her fingers, and began to sweep with the hand wheel, wave after wave, gradually increasing from slow to fast, and tried to identify the tone with her right hand.

The pipa hidden in Lantai is a famous instrument with excellent sound quality. Qinglian is just an ordinary adjustment, but it has not yet been tuned. The technique also attracted all the attention in the hall.

Standing beside Jiarui, Wu De looked at Qinglian trying to tune the piano with a look of displeasure, secretly happy in his heart, because he knew that no matter what he did, this new musician who was competing for favor with him would not have a good time.If Qinglian doesn't know how to play the pipa, then it's the Yuefu's guilt, and Wu De is naturally happy to let the people in the Yuefu who are usually proud and lofty be blamed.But it looks like you can play it, Wu De looked at Qinglian holding the pipa dignifiedly, a sneer sneered on his mouth, if this is the case, then you will lose your identity and be spit on by others!

for pleasure

Qinglian sat on the Changchun bench with her pipa in her arms, and after a brief tuning, she fell silent while stroking the strings with her hands. Qin Zhengqing was worried, wondering what this disciple was thinking.It's normal to say that he doesn't know how to play the pipa. Most Yuefu will be convicted, and he will lose his status as Yueshou and Qinglian's music history. Besides, if Qinglian can escape from the court like this, Qin Zhengqing will be even more happy.But Qinglian in front of him is sitting upright with her pipa in her arms, and the audition just now made Qin Zhengqing even more suspicious. He knows Qinglian's origin very well, but he has never seen Qinglian play such an obscene instrument in the past ten years of his teaching. , Do you want to force it?

Qinglian's hand stroking the strings trembled a little, because it really hurt, not only her body, but also her heart.The feeling of pipa in my arms is still so familiar, and the memory that follows is helplessly clear.Kneeling on the ground and being forced to struggle and play plum blossoms three times while drinking?Or leaning in the neon and begging the benefactor to let the mother go, and playing the love song of Langyuan?No, even though I was young then, that's not an excuse, can I still play those now?No!I don't want any more!

Jiarui was seated high above, and couldn't see Qinglian trembling slightly, but he didn't break the silence here. He looked at the appearance of this aristocratic young man holding a pipa in his arms, with his bare feet in front of him, which was very seductive. Lian was a fleeing male servant, and she sneered in her heart, hum, if she gets involved with Yan Lan, it's not surprising that she can play a pipa!

Since Qinglian and her mother were rescued by Tong Yi from Tongfeng Building, Tong Yi took down the largest and darkest brothel in Yinjiang with lightning speed, and then took the pair of brothel mother and son into Lile Tongfu. It's a big deal, but due to some kind of tacit understanding between Tong Yi and Hui Min, these things were suppressed. Jia Rui, who was still young at that time, naturally didn't know about these old things, so he didn't know Qinglian's origin either.

Jia Rui's unexplainable emotions were shattered by the sound of silk tearing through the air, and Qing Lian, who had lowered her head in silence a moment ago, suddenly raised her head, and crystal tears fell down the air.It is unimaginable that such an imposing musical sound burst out from under those weak and boneless slender fingers, and such a superb musical technique is not at all jerky, it can almost be concluded that Tong Qinglian, a student of a famous family, has definitely learned the melodious sound of the pipa long ago.

Qinglian seems to have poured all her strength into the pipa in her hand, while Jiarui's original contemptuous and playful mood is gradually being drawn down.The silver bottle was broken and the water sprayed, the iron cavalry protruded and the swords and guns blared, and the overlord took off his armor. It was originally like the momentum of the surging river, but gradually it became like a desperate situation. Domineering, proud, failure, bleak, everything is the helplessness of fate, indisputable, because fate is not in your own hands?

Qinglian's piano sound fluctuates up and down, from high-spirited to lonely and pitiful, immersing herself in it, tossing and turning her thoughts, unable to extricate herself.Many people couldn't hear the tune, Qin Zhengqing and Jia Rui were the only ones who could tell the difference, and now it was only Jia Rui.

This ancient song, Battle Song Overlord Disarming Armor, was accidentally discovered by Qinglian in the collection of ancient scores collected in Lantai, and carefully deliberated, because the pipa has been used for courtship and invitation for nearly a hundred years, so this ancient song Few people know about the song, unless they have read the score or composed other songs. Jiarui, the collector, is the former son, and Qin Zhengqing, who is good at music, is the latter.

But the tune of the current music has been out of the score. Qin Zhengqing was worried about the pipa skills played by Qinglian. He didn't care if he changed the tune at the moment. After all, he seldom studies the ancient pipa now, but The emperor in the high seat changed from his original casualness, and moved forward with a blank body, with a blurred and sad expression in his eyes.

Qinglian, you understand it so well that you take pleasure in it?Jiarui's eyes showed the kind of sad eyes, I thought that all the people in this world thought I was so absurd, but you can fully understand my loneliness and desolation, because at this moment, I am young. What Lian got by hand was the tune that Jiarui Jianwu sang in the bamboo forest that day, wild and unruly, desolate and lonely.

Suddenly the tone in Qinglian's hands was raised, the original feelings of disappointment and loneliness disappeared, replaced by a high-spirited spirit, Qinglian's eyes looked at the high seated emperor, as if reappearing the sword questioning the sky. heroic.Although Qinglian Shuyue is very talented and has studied music scores before, but as an ancient piece of music with superb musical skills, Qinglian, who has been practiced by Kuya and has never played it, can't remember the full set of songs, so I don't know. She felt that she changed the tune by herself, everything was so natural, even Qinglian didn't realize it, maybe the sadness at the connection is so similar, Qinglian was thinking about the ancient song her mother mentioned when she taught her pipa. The sad story behind the song.

Qinglian played the song forgetfully, but Qin Zhengqing who was beside her was worried in every possible way. It was no longer the worry about status and reputation at first, but a kind of worry about the disciple himself. It must be unsustainable like this.Qin Zhengqing is very clear that Qinglian's left hand has lost its strength, although it is not necessary to pluck the strings as eagerly as her right hand, but such a high-pitched and aggressive tune, not to mention the ups and downs of this tune, sometimes it is like a vast sky, and sometimes it is like an imminent Yuan's desperate situation, it seems that she has put all her heart and soul into the composition, what happened to Qinglian here, how can she play such a song with such a rich but sad style.

Qin Zhengqing anxiously watched his beloved apprentice perform with all his heart, as if he wanted to use up all his strength. Sure enough, when Le reached a high place, everyone was startled by a cry of mourning. Looking around, they saw Qinglian's two right hands The finger is bleeding like a beetle, dripping red tears slide down the strings, and the strings are not broken when the armor is broken.

失心

Qinglian was weak, her nails were thin and soft, and her slender long armor couldn't bear the surging momentum at all. When she reached a high place, Qinglian actually broke two nails, her fingers connected to her heart, and cried out, The bright red blood flows along the strings to the surface of the piano, and then embeds it along the lotus carvings on the piano. The blooming lotus seems to absorb the essence of the blood and is full of vitality.

The sound of the music was cut off, and Jia Rui barely heard it. Jia Rui watched in a daze as drops of blood slipped down the strings, or meandered in the engravings, or dripped on the white shirt, as if the surrounding things had lost their color. Only the dazzling blood remained in front of his eyes.

The vocal music was silent, and everyone in the hall seemed to be deeply immersed in the transcendent mourning