Little Mr. is one hundred years old

The half-length pear pipa with curved neck is a treasure at a glance. The Danyang crane is on the back, and the phoenix wears the peony on the back - this kind of craftsmanship is not comparable to the current mechanical craftsmanship, it is clearly made by hand, and its age -

"Five strings..." Qing Huan caressed the panel of the pipa lightly with her fingers, feeling the bone-chilling coolness—"It should be from the Tang Dynasty. If I guess right, it should be the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Ghosts come out of troubled times , the prosperous age produces demons, this... is not an ordinary pipa."

Gu Yuehua chuckled: "I knew it was right to find you."

Qing Huan turned to look at him: "Where did this thing come from?"

"This is a plaything given to me by a friend in the mountains. I think it's interesting, so I'll show it to you."

Qing Huan nodded, seeing Xiao Lian reaching out to touch the pipa string curiously, and shouted: "Don't touch it!"

Xiao Lian's hand had already touched it, and immediately flicked away, not because of Qing Huan's stop, his hand had already touched the string of the pipa——

Xiao Lian covered her hand: "There are thorns...it hurts..."

Qing Huan frowned, picked up his hand, and saw deep red marks appeared on the white and tender palm, and fresh blood flowed out when Qing Huan touched it a little—it's just that Xiao Lian's blood was just some transparent juice.

"Didn't I tell you not to touch it?" Qing Huan said, "You can't play this pipa."

"Oh..." Xiaolian pouted, pitifully.

"Bai Zi, bring the medicine box here." Qing Huan said to Bai Zi who was lying on the floor.

Hearing this, Bai Zi acted immediately, and brought the medicine box over in a short while——

Qing Huan put the OK bandage on Xiao Lian: "Next time, don't be so curious, go upstairs and practice calligraphy."

Xiao Lian puffed her face: "Oh."

Xiao Lian went upstairs, and Bai Zi followed behind him.

Qing Huan turned her head to see Gu Yuehua looking at herself with a smile - "What are you laughing at?"

"I see you are so gentle to Xiaolian, imagine what it would be like if you had your own child."

Qing Huan was silent for a while: "I will not have children."

Gu Yuehua glanced at Qing Huan, and said with a smile: "Is it okay to tell me about this privacy issue?"

Qing Huan was sure that his eyes wandered over his lower body - "What are you thinking about. It's not what you think."

Gu Yuehua smiled ambiguously: "So what?"

Qing Huan said lightly: "Can a man have children?"

"If you want Qinghuan..."

The veins on Qing Huan's forehead popped: "I want to give birth to you."

"Then if it's with you, I'm still willing..."

Qing Huan lowered her face: "If there is nothing else, you can go back."

Seeing that Qing Huan issued the order to evict guests so simply, Gu Yuehua smiled gently: "I was just joking with you. Now let's talk about this pipa."

"This pipa is a strange thing, you should take it back and enjoy it yourself." Qing Huan said seriously.

"Although this pipa is a monster, it has unexpected benefits for those who are destined."

"What do you mean?" Qing Huan looked at him: "A predestined person? You mean me?"

Gu Yuehua's fingers plucked the strings of the pipa, but the strange thing is that the pipa didn't make any sound——

"See? No sound."

"It's said that it is a strange thing, and it is naturally different from ordinary pipas." Qing Huan disagrees.

"Qing Huan, can you play the pipa?" Gu Yuehua asked.

"I know the qin and the zither, but the pipa is just practiced, it doesn't count. A thousand days of pipa and a hundred days of qin, besides, girls always learn more about pipa." Qing Huan said.

"You are more particular about this."

Qing Huan was a little impatient: "Hurry up and finish what you want to say."

Gu Yuehua pointed at the pipa: "Why don't you play it?"

Qing Huan hesitated, somewhat resisting.

"Don't you dare?"

"Don't use aggressive tactics."

Qing Huan finally stretched out her hand to pluck it—the string was indescribably cold, but...it was plucked—the sound was clearer and longer, not like the normal pipa sound...

Qing Huan withdrew her hand and looked at Gu Yuehua: "This pipa..."

"I said you are a destined person." Gu Yuehua said: "It's better to keep this pipa with you for a while, so you can study it carefully."

"I do not……"

"Then I'll go first."

Gu Yuehua never gave Qing Huan a chance to refuse. With a wave of his sleeves, he really didn't take a cloud away——

I*&%￥#@! *...

Qing Huan looked at the closed door, then at the pipa, almost wanting to pick it up and smash it back--when did Gu Yuehua also perform such tricks?

But... Qing Huan stared at the pipa——I always felt that there was something in Gu Yuehua's words. He knew something clearly, but he just didn't explain clearly on purpose... What's so weird about this pipa? ...

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In the middle of the night, Qing Huan tossed and turned and still couldn't fall asleep. He got up and wanted to drink a glass of milk. When he was about to go downstairs, he heard a faint sound coming from the study room—it was the sound of a pipa, and it seemed to be playing the ancient song "Yangchun Baixue"...

He put the pipa in a box in his study, but there was no one there, so how could he play it?

Qing Huan knew that there was a monster, but after thinking about it, she still went to the study.

Opening the door of the study room, the sound of the pipa stopped abruptly. Qing Huan thought that she would not see anything when she opened the door, but there was a "person" sitting in the study room. She was combing a high bun with no hairpin, There is only mother-of-pearl decoration, a long rouge dress, and a gold cloak wrapped around her arms—the focus is on the pipa in her arms, which is leaning against her arms, as if it were natural——

"Who are you?" Qing Huan asked.

"Young Master Ye An." She hugged her pipa and bowed slightly to Qing Huan. When she raised her head, her slanted eyebrows, raised eyes, even the sparkle in her eyes, and the dimples on her lips were all charming— ——Qing Huan's deep impression on women is Zi Pan, but Zi Pan's beauty is both beautiful and glamorous, she is charming, and has a flirtatious air—"Nujia Luo Shu."

"Luo Shu... what is your relationship with this pipa?"

"The slave family has no entity, a ghost can only live in the pipa."

"Are you a ghost?"

She covered her lips and smiled: "My family is a soul, not a ghost."

"Is there a difference?"

"The slave family has a past life but no future life."

Qing Huan understood - what Luo Shu meant was that she could not be reincarnated.

"My lord, would you like to listen to the slave's play?" Luo Shu smiled enchantingly at Qing Huan.

"Master, do you really want to hear it?"

"Can't you hear it?" Qing Huan asked back.

Luo Shu plucked the pipa twice with her fingers, and then said in a gentle voice, "What's bothering you, my lord?"

Qing Huan thought for a while, and replied, "There are some troublesome things."

"Buddha says: All living beings are suffering. Whether it is suffering or happiness, it is only a lifetime. The world is always troubled by others, and the world is always unable to think about it. If you can forget your worries, if you can live a different life from the previous one, don't you think it is the same? A good thing?" Luo Shu's voice was faint, as if right next to her ears.

"What do you mean?"

"What does the son want?"

"Me?" Qing Huan was stunned for a moment before saying, "No, I don't have anything I want."

"It shouldn't be." Luo Shu shook her head: "People, monsters, gods, Buddhas, people and monsters in the world of mortals, are the most greedy. Even gods and Buddhas who claim to be ruthless and desireless are not necessarily clean. You really don't have any. Want something?"

"I..." Qing Huan closed her eyes and remained silent for a long time. There seemed to be all kinds of past in front of her eyes, and—what the master had said to him——Qing Huan opened her eyes, her gaze was floating, and he looked at Luo Shu: "I want to Want to desire."

Luo Shu smiled, and played the lute a few times with her fingers: "Young Master is such an interesting person. The world only wants to satisfy their own desires, but Young Master wants desire... Doesn't Young Master know the pain of not being able to satisfy desires?"

Qing Huan shook her head: "I just want to know what it feels like to have desire? Should indifferent pain overwhelm other pain?"

"Since the young master has said what he wants, the slave family will satisfy the young master."

"you?"

Luo Shu's pipa sounded anxiously: "Young master, after listening to this song of mine, you can get what you want... Mirror flowers and water moons, nine nine eighty-one days, the fate between the slave family and the young master is not in vain..."

Luo Shu's tone was soft, word by word, poured into Qing Huan's ears very clearly, and finally echoed in Qing Huan's mind - the sound of the pipa gradually sounded, and the sound of swimming, like a lullaby, attracted Qing Huan's attention. My thoughts are getting more and more erratic, and my whole body feels light...

"Young master, sleep peacefully..."