Inheriting sky-high priced antique shops

There were footsteps outside the house, crackling on the watery pavement of the street, as if they were running in a hurry.

The half-closed door was pushed open, and a young man broke in, most of his body was already wet.

Yang Pingan was awakened by the sound of the door hinges being pushed, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a tall and strong young man standing by the door, holding a guqin in his arms.

The young man felt a little embarrassed when he saw the owner of the previous house. He originally wanted to forcefully run across the street, and there was a house in front of him that had a good relationship with him, so he could pick up an umbrella.

Running wildly halfway in the rain, he could bear it himself, and neither could the qin. This is a guqin. Although it was well maintained, he tried his best to hold it in his arms, but it couldn't stand such a torment. Here, he thought no matter what, he should take shelter from the rain first.

Yang Pingan was attracted by the guqin in his arms, feeling that the rainy day and the guqin had a kind of magical power, so he stood up unconsciously and looked at him: "Please sit down."

Seeing the indifferent attitude of the boss without asking a word, Sun Wuye felt a little strange, and nodded eagerly: "Okay, okay."

I sat down on the narrow chair next to the bench, and looked up at the quaint shop. On the table was an incense burner in the shape of a white crane fluttering its wings. Wisps of light smoke rose from the hollowed-out lid, entangled in the damp atmosphere. in the air.

It adds a kind of mystery to this store, like a mysterious space that is only open on rainy days.

The shop owner poured him a cup of tea, and he took it, it was warm, and the fragrance of the tea lingered under the tip of his nose.

Looking at the shop owner's face, his snow-white face was flushed with a touch of sickness. Such popularity reassured him a lot.

He was looking at Yang Ping'an, and Yang Ping'an was looking at him too.

Yang Pingan saw that he looked very honest, with a simple and honest temperament in his eyebrows and eyes, and his eyes were also very simple, he seemed to be a normal person.

The normal here refers to a normal mentality, a normal work and a normal life attitude.

Sun Wuye was embarrassed by the sizing, and explained why he suddenly barged in: "I live not far from Linyun District, and my girlfriend lives here. I often visit her, and I'm about to go back. When it rains, I just come here to hide from the rain.”

Yang Pingan looked at him, still feeling top-heavy, and sat back on the bench: "Just right?"

It is indeed just right, especially this guqin.

Yang Pingan wanted to chat with him about this Guqin: "Is this Guqin?"

"The boss is very knowledgeable?" Sun Wuye was a little surprised, he didn't expect the boss to recognize it as a guqin at a glance.

He put the qin on his lap, pulled a few pieces of paper, and wiped off the raindrops splashed on it carefully: "This is the qin handed down from my family. It is said that it may be from the Tang Dynasty."

As Sun Wuye said, he felt that he had said too much, and he was a little bragging, and scratched his head: "But I think it's still very unlikely, if it was really a qin from the Tang Dynasty, it would have rotted into a rotten wooden clapper. , I think it’s the end of the Qing Dynasty at most.”

Yang Pingan looked at Qin, and a picture flashed in his mind. Li Daoxuan was standing under the tree, looking up at the towering trees in the forest.

The branches and leaves were uneven, and the green leaves were sparsely shaded. A small beam of sunlight fell on his face, and the mottled sunlight dazzled Yang Ping'an's eyes for a moment.

Sun Wuye watched as the boss closed his eyes suddenly and turned his head sideways, as if avoiding something for a moment.

Immediately, he saw the boss smiling at him: "It's Tang Dynasty."

"what?"

"Can you play the piano?"

"Of course." Sun Wuye smiled when he said this: "I used this piano to catch up with my girlfriend. She is a lover of ancient styles. When I was in college, I played Fengqiuhuang for her in the club. She agreed to be my girlfriend."

Sun Wuye raised his head and looked at the boss: "What do you want to hear?"

"Bomb whatever you want."

"Ah?" Sun Wuye was taken aback by what the boss said.

Yang Pingan searched for the names of the qin music that he could recall in his mind: "Is Yangguan Sandie okay?"

"can."

Sun Wuye stroked the strings, plucked them with his fingertips, the first sound of the piano sounded, and white air rose from the strings, like water vapor steaming out of a swamp of clouds and dreams.

Turned into lotus, turned into peach blossoms, turned into hundreds of thousands of birds and birds returning, Weicheng rainy in the morning, long pavilions with thousands of willows, those who see off send those who are going, and willows send off others.

Thousands of scenery couldn't be kept, and finally all disappeared in the sound of the piano.

It was the first time Yang Pingan saw such a docile spirit following the master, living in the piano, as long as the master played the piano, various visions would appear.

Compared with those in his family who always cursed him, asking him to fulfill their wishes was different at all.

Yang Pingan looked at the hairpin spirit, yes, he was talking about the hairpin spirit.

Hairpin stood silently in the corner, not speaking.

The Qinyin Gong Shangjiao Huiyu fell notes one by one, and Yang Pingan seemed to have glimpsed the past between the gaps in the illusion of Qiling.

That child, Zhao Shunyi, was raised with just a bowl of rice.

It was later proved that the master of heaven had miscalculated.

It's five bowls of rice.

I also need to add a large pot of vegetables. I said that meat is not allowed, and I will secretly eat meat in the middle of the night. In the middle of the night, I am so hungry that I will secretly go to the mountains to hunt birds and roast them.

Seeing that he was reincarnated as a starving ghost, several senior brothers helped him one after another, and even taught him the unique skill of hunting bird spear and fish.

Zhao Shunyi was no different from a starving ghost. Before meeting the Celestial Master, he had never eaten a full meal. An eight-year-old child could lift it up with one hand and looked like a six-year-old.

He didn't have any more thoughts in his life, he just wanted to eat and fill his stomach.

This starving ghost eats as soon as he eats. He is honest and honest. He grew up in the mountains. He is a bit stupid. He listens to his brothers and loves them.

At the beginning, Tianshi named him Shunyi, and he really followed the word Shun. He is a very Shun person, born with a character that depends on the sky and eats, and does not make too much resistance.

The starving ghost was about to go down the mountain, and his younger brother asked him to bring back pastries and gadgets. He agreed without leaving the mountain. Just after he went down the mountain, there was a rebel war at the foot of the mountain, and piles of corpses caused a small plague.

Zhao Shunyi had learned some Qihuang techniques, and was able to cope with such a scene, so he stayed at the foot of the mountain to help the world and save people.

During this epidemic, Zhao met a girl.

She passed the official road and was going to join her uncle, when the curtain of the carriage was blown up by the wind, she saw Zhao Shunyi carrying a basket of medicine, with a fainted child in his arms.

The maid and the nanny were so frightened that they couldn't understand: "Girl, what kind of weird person is this..."

Zhao Shunyi's ears are good, and when he heard the voice, he turned his head to look, and saw a pair of big eyes staring at him blankly, almond eyes, the dark eyeballs looked like a bend of water.

Zhao Shunyi felt for the first time that a girl could be so good-looking.

Looking at it obsessively, when I came back to my senses, I suddenly felt that my thoughts were out of awe.

Watching the carriage go away, Zhao Shun thought about it, and felt that if the carriage disappeared from his sight like this, then he might never have the chance to see that girl again.

In this kind of world, the world is far away, and people come and go in a hurry. A glance on the way may be the only side of this life.

A small sigil appeared on the bottom of the carriage, shining with a subtle golden light.

After saving people, Zhao Shunyi thought that he should go back to the mountain. He hadn't bought the pastries and gadgets that his junior brother asked him to buy. When he walked to the market, he thought that his junior brother would like sweet-scented osmanthus cakes and mirror cakes very much. That girl may like peach blossom hairpins very much.

Holding the hairpin tightly in his hand, he should go back to the mountain, but he bought the hairpin, so he had to give the hairpin to the girl first.

Carrying sweet-scented osmanthus cake and mirror cake, Zhao Shun traveled thousands of miles to give that girl a hairpin. He kept thinking all the way that this hairpin would be very beautiful on her head.

I didn't feel tired after walking all the way, walking like flying, and arrived at the girl's uncle's house, a high gate and deep courtyard, blue tiles and white walls.

Zhao Shun looked at the clothes on his body, linen and cloth, should he visit her uncle?

can not go.

Zhao Shun thought after a while, the girl wanted the boudoir to be honored, how could he rush to the door, if it ruined her reputation, if she was blamed by others, if her uncle thought she was indiscreet.

What can she do then?

Zhao Shunyi couldn't think of a way out, wandered outside the mansion for two days, and finally decided to leave.

Only a peach blossom hairpin suddenly appeared on Lin Feng'er's table, lying quietly without saying a word.

As soon as Zhao Shun returned to the mountain, he finished eating the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and mirror cake on the way, and he was empty-handed. Feng Guixue was very angry with him: "I have waited for you for two months, and I can't even wait for a cake."

But he went straight to the master's room, recklessly, like a child who didn't know what to do: "Master, I fell in love with a girl, what should I do?"

The Heavenly Master was taken aback by his sudden words, and looked at this simple and honest apprentice in love.

He thought this apprentice was the least emotional person, and when other apprentices were silently sweeping women from the corner of their eyes, he didn't even understand what it meant to be beautiful.

Hearing Zhao Shunyi's description, Tianshi was also very puzzled. He thought it might be a karma in his previous life, or if it was just one side without saying a word, could it really be called love?

"Shunichi, to you, what do you like?"

"Master, I..." Zhao Shunyi thought for a long time, and his expression became more and more disappointed: "I don't know, I just think of her and I feel happy in my heart, as if my breath is sweet. On the way to see her, every time I Taking a step, I feel a little closer to her. The more I walk, the happier I feel. My legs seem to be full of strength, and I don’t feel tired. I don’t want to live forever. There is no difference between living one day and ten thousand days. I just want to see her every day in the future.”

Tianshi looked at him and was silent for a while: "Then do you know what she likes?"

"Their family is from a scholarly family, and I heard that they are all very good guqin."

"Then you can play the piano for her. The sound of the piano can penetrate the deep and profound, and if you really respond, she will like you too."

"Master, but I don't have a piano..."

"Master will do it for you."

"Master...do you want to propose marriage to me?"

The Celestial Master looked at him: "Your heart is so moved, and you are obsessed with it. If you can't come back, naturally you will be sent out."

The celestial master, who planned to send the apprentice away, went to the mountain to choose wood for the apprentice, and Mingshan followed with a small backpack: "Master, I heard what Brother Shunyi said, and I am the same way. Thinking of the master, the apprentice is very happy. "

At a young age, seven or eight years old, walking on the rugged foothills, looking at the road while talking non-stop, his eyes are dark and quiet, and his face is full of cuteness.

"Master, when will you make me a piano too? Mingshan has learned it and wants to play it for Master."

The celestial master only replied to this little guy: "Pick up wild fruits well."

Ming Shan pursed his lips: "Okay..."