The actor is a white fox demon

Gu Sui and Xia Yan arranged all the bowls and chopsticks that were prepared in the painting boat, and sweet-scented osmanthus and taro were still stewed in the pot. A wisp of fragrance leaked out from the cracks, penetrating into people's hearts like fog.

Gu Sui casually took down a pipa from the wall, stretched out his hand to flick it, and the sound of ding-dong music flowed from his thin white fingertips.

"Xiao Xia, can you sing Jiangnan ditties?" Gu Sui raised his head and asked him.

Xia Yan shook his head, "I haven't touched it before, but... I can try it."

"Okay." Gu Sui hugged the pipa in his arms, stood up and walked towards the bow, "Come on, I'll teach you."

"Ah?" Xia Yan was taken aback, thinking that Gu Sui is not an actor, could he also sing.In this group, both Ji Manchuan and him are the main singers, and Gu Sui is the only actor.

There is a row of chairs at the bow, and there are wooden tables around the chairs. On the wooden tables, there are fresh and dewy flower branches, which are bright and dazzling.Gu Sui looked at the blue and cloudy river under the boat, he looked up at the weeping willows, and there was no cloud in the sky. The cool air of early autumn seemed to rise from the water, which made people feel happy and refreshed from the bottom of their hearts.

Gu Sui glanced at Xia Yan's figure from the corner of his eye, lowered his head, embraced the pipa, and played it casually.

The young man's voice is soft and soothing, like spring water in the mountains, making people feel peaceful.

Xia Yan listened in amazement to the little tune sung softly by the young man, and slowly realized that he didn't seem to be singing it in Mandarin, but some kind of Wu Nong soft language.That kind of tone has the unique tenderness of Jiangnan water town, like glutinous rice cakes sold in the streets and alleys, sweet but not greasy, just listening to that tone makes my heart soften halfway——

"Reminiscing about plums going down to Xizhou, folding plums and sending them to Jiangbei.

The single shirt is apricot red, and the temples are the color of crows.

Where is Xizhou?Two oars cross the bridge.

Shrikes fly at dusk, and the wind blows the black mortar trees. "

In the past, all poems were sung, and this "Xizhou Song" from the Southern Dynasties is no exception.

When Gu Sui was in the south of the Yangtze River, he often saw girls picking lotus seeds at the bow of the boat singing this poem. Their young faces were like dewy lotus flowers, and the tunes in their mouths were endlessly changing, with a passionate but secretive feeling.

Gu Sui felt that such a tune would be best sung in Wu Nong's soft language, while Mandarin lacked a charm.

Different from the murderous ambush last time, the sound of the pipa this time is soft and clear, like a weak woman wearing a splendid long gown, stepping over the long bluestone slabs, holding up a bamboo bone umbrella, raising her eyes Looking over quietly, his eyes are gentle and affectionate.

"Under the tree is in front of the door, and there is emerald tin in the door.

If you don't come to open the door, go out to pick red lotus.

Picking lotuses in Nantang in autumn, the lotus flowers surpass people's heads.

Bow your head to get the lotus seeds, the lotus seeds are as clear as water.

Putting the lotus in the sleeve, the lotus heart is completely red.

Recalling that Lang Lang didn't arrive, I looked up at Feihong.

Hong Fei is all over Xizhou, and Wang Lang goes to the brothel.

The height of the building can't be seen, and the head of the railing is all day long.

There are twelve railings, and the hanging hands are as bright as jade.

The sky rises from the sky, and the sea water is empty and green.

The dream of sea water is long, the king is worried and I am also worried.

The south wind knows what I want, blowing dreams to Xizhou. "

This piece of music is not too short, but when Gu Sui finished singing in a low voice, Xia Yan hadn't reacted yet, she could only feel the lingering sound of the song, like smooth silk brushing over the skin, fleeting, but still brought a cold and delicate feeling Aftertaste.

"Do you remember the tune?" Gu Sui put the pipa aside and asked him softly.

Xia Yan nodded in a daze, "I know the tune, I have also memorized this "Xizhou Song", but...just I can't speak that dialect."

"It's okay, it's very simple." Gu Sui smiled, then lowered his head, picked up the notebook on the table, and wrote down.

The young man's handwriting is clear and straight, in cursive script, unrestrained and unrestrained yet elegant, with the entire poem "Xizhou Qu" written on it.

Gu Sui demonstrated how to read each sentence word by word. Xia Yan's language talent is very strong, but after two times, the words are almost the same.

"Mr. Gu, what kind of language is this? Is it Nanjing dialect?" Xia Yan memorized the tone just now in his heart a few times, and felt that the tone of the dialect was twisted and twisted, with a unique sense of lingering sentimentality, as if he was born with it. It's heart-wrenching.

Xia Yan thought, if the singers in ancient times sang in this kind of tune, it is no wonder that the king did not go to court early. This melodious sound can really make people completely intoxicated.

Gu Sui shook his head and said, "This is Gusu dialect, not Nanjing dialect."

"Gusu?"

"Oh, it's Suzhou." Gu Sui changed his words when he remembered that Gusu City had been renamed Suzhou.

"Come on, try to sing it again, and I will accompany you."

"Ah?" Xia Yan was not very confident, "Can, is it possible? I just learned this song..."

"Believe in yourself."

Seeing the young man's hesitation, Gu Sui sighed softly in his heart, and said, "Actually, you can sing very well." As a result, except for Yan Xun's "Long Lovesickness", all the songs in his phone are now The next ones are all Xia Yan's songs and other ancient music.

"Thank you, Teacher Gu."

Xia Yan pursed his lips and met the gentle eyes of the young man. Gu Sui's gaze seemed to have magic power. The anxiety and tension in his heart gradually faded away. Looking at the lyrics that Gu Sui just wrote down in his notebook, he slowly opened his lips.

Gu Sui handed the microphone to his chin.

The boy's voice sounded, it was the clearest and most beautiful music.Many people said that his voice is a female voice, but Gu Sui thinks otherwise, Xia Yan's voice is a little softer than a female voice, this kind of softness is not something that a virgin girl has, but more like seeing through the prosperity of the world , a woman living in desolation.

At this time, "The dream of the sea is long, the king is worried and I am also worried" has a somewhat helpless and tactful meaning.

Gu Sui looked up and saw the figures on the painting boat passing by in front of him, and it was Liu Lang who stepped on the bow, and Liu Lang's gaze was on the young man.