time travel sweet

Zhang Jia sat in front of a guzheng with a broken heart at this time, racking his brains to think about the tunes he had heard in his previous life.

It all started an hour ago.

an hour ago.

According to the old rules of the martial arts league, the person who loses the most in every martial arts competition will have a banquet for the Quartet.

The person who lost the most today is obviously our little Jin Chan.

The former drug lord was sitting in the middle of the hall, covered from head to toe in bandages and splints.

Guan Ju and Zhang Jia, as well as Huojiu and A Tong who came over to eat as usual, were arranged at the table.

There was a happy and peaceful atmosphere during the meeting.

Halfway through eating, Zhang Jia suddenly turned his head to look at Huojiu and said, "Aren't you also competing in martial arts today? How is it?"

Huojiu smiled slightly, picked up a piece of sweet and sour fish, carefully picked out the fishbone and put it into Atong's mouth.

"What's going on?" Zhang Jia looked at Huojiu's unhurried movements and felt anxious to death.

Huojiu looked at A Tong's moving cheeks and said with a smile, "If I were more ruthless, it would be Qiu Huanian who invited me to dinner today."

Zhang Jia: What the hell? !So cool? !

Zhang Jia turned his head a little stiffly and faced Guan Ju: "You...you all have very good skills..."

Guan Ju smiled, noncommittal.He picked up a chopstick and put the stir-fried shrimp into Zhang Jia's plate.

Little Golden Chan is squatting... no, sitting in the center, taking in the whole scene.

"Uh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-"

For a moment, the field fell silent.

Everyone looked at the golden toad in the center and didn't know what was wrong.

Brother, what did you say? !Please translate!

At this moment, an attendant next to him stepped forward in due course.

"Our lord said that the mistress of the Wuming Sect is radiant and brilliant, and she has an outstanding appearance. We gather together today, and I hope we can listen to a song. It will also help everyone here to cleanse their ears."

Zhang Jia stuffed his throat with a mouthful of shrimp.

The mistress of the Wuming Sect seems to be herself...

Guan Ju frowned slightly, and he clearly felt the searching eyes from all directions.

Huojiu: ...how did that attendant hear that (oyan o)

"Wula Samiga you Kadudu?" A faint smile appeared on Jin Chan's gauze-covered face.

"The mistress can't understand the rhythm, right?" The attendant also showed a mocking smile on his face.

(Huojiu: So how did you hear it?!?!)

Zhang Jia was not happy when he heard this.

In his previous life, he attended the music department anyway, so how could he not understand the rhythm? !

Guan Ju was about to open his mouth to help his wife, but unexpectedly, his wife spoke first.

"Okay, then I'll play a piece, and I hope you don't dislike it." Zhang Jia stood up and bowed slightly, saluting neither humble nor overbearing.

After finishing speaking, he ignored other people's eyes, and slowly walked towards the musician's seat; after thinking for a while, he sat in front of a guzheng.

Zhang Jia's neighbor in his previous life was a guzheng teacher. The teacher saw that his fingers were slender and flexible, and his bones were strange, so he dragged him to practice guzheng for several years.

Zhang Jia closed his eyes and recalled the basic fingering for a while, then confidently put his hands on the strings.

Then,,,

the scene at the beginning

Today he discovered that the teacher called him some very magical songs! ! !

Is it possible to play the most dazzling national style love business hero song in front of a group of ancient heroes? ! ? !

No, no, he will definitely laugh.

Zhang Jiazhu's slightly lengthy pause caused other people in the hall to start whispering.

Guan Ju looked at Zhang Jia with a worried face.

My wife is not scared, is she...

Zhang Jia looked up, just in time to see Guan Ju's inquiring eyes, and with a thought, his subordinates involuntarily began to pluck.

For a moment, the field became quiet again.

The zither sound at the beginning was a little light, as if a person started his own memories.

"Old dreams are vague, the past is blurred, spring flowers and autumn moons are in the air. It's like looking at flowers in the fog, watching the moon in the water, floating back and forth." Zhang Jia recited in a low voice.

Slowly, the sound of the zither began to dance vigorously, "There are poems to be reconciled, songs to be answered, and hearts to be cherished; looking forward to longing for love, looking forward to staying together, but leaving the qin and flute empty."

With a sound of "Zeng", there was a sound like a broken string, "The two love each other the most, and the two love each other, and they will be lost again and again; the true love will finally fly away with the chaos."

The sound of the zither suddenly increased, "Looking forward to the bright moon, looking forward to the rising sun, and looking forward to the spring breeze; but against the wind, I can't understand it, bringing rain and snow, and urging the plum to break its branches; the phoenix is ​​flying, fluffing its feathers, leaving no trace. "

Finally, the sound of the zither returned to the original misty, "Listen to the drizzle of the phoenix trees, rustle the leaves, and shake the memory with the wind."

Beware of one painting, one song is over.

Many people felt that their faces were cool, and when they wiped it, it was actually full of tears.

"Okay!" No one knew who took the lead in shouting hello, and even the people in the hall applauded.

Zhang Jia looked down at his hands that had been strangled red by the strings, and secretly apologized to Huanhuan and Guojun Wang in his heart.

rry, I can only borrow from your poignant love story.

Zhang Jia just bowed his head to apologize, and didn't notice the dark look in Guan Ju's eyes.