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Chapter 184 The Past of the Archway (182) Meeting Song Qin in an Adventure

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    Xiuzhen listened carefully to the faint sound of the flute, and debated it for a long time.

    Although Xiuzhen can play the piano, she has never learned the flute. She said to Zhongwen, "Do you know what this song is?"

    Zhongwen shook his head and said: "It feels very similar to our qin song "Questions and Answers for Fishermen and Woodcutters".  come out!"

    Xiuzhen nodded and said, "That's right, this xiao song is very suitable for "Questions and Answers for Fishermen and Woodcutters". I want to play it with him too!"

    Zhongwen said excitedly: "How about we follow the sound of the flute to find it, even if we can't play a piece together, it's great to hear it with our own ears!"

    Xiuzhen thought for a while and said, "That's fine, after listening to the sound of the flute, go to watch the lanterns. Your eyes and ears will be blessed tonight!"

    So the two walked over following the guidance of the sound of the flute, and finally they stopped in front of a thatched cottage.

    It was from this thatched hut that the sound of Xiao came out. Zhongwen made a motion to silence Xiuzhen. Xiuzhen understood Zhongwen's meaning, so she also made a gesture to shut up to Zhongwen. The two of them  They covered their mouths with a smile.

    At this moment, the sound of the flute is still blowing unhurriedly, sometimes like the gurgling of a mountain stream, sometimes like the chisel of an axe, there are vaguely birds chirping in the forest, and there is a gentle breeze

    The two of them couldn't help being a little stunned, and finally heard an old voice saying: "Since a distinguished guest has arrived, why don't you come in and talk about it!"

    Zhongwen just came back to his senses, and he replied loudly: "I'm sorry, I was really attracted by the sound of your lord's flute, and the two of us rushed in rashly. Please bear with me!"

    There was a burst of hearty laughter in the room, and someone came out.

    The two of them took a closer look, and saw that the visitor had a childish face with white hair and a slender face, his hair was loosely tied up in a bun with a hairpin, three strands of silvery-white flowing beard under his chin, his clothes were windy, as if he came from the wind,  Xiuzhen couldn't help blurting out: "Could it be the old fairy?"

    The visitor burst into laughter, and said after the laugh: "What an old god, I am just a mountain villager, I can play a few tunes, since there are distinguished guests, please take a seat in the room."

    Zhongwen and Xiuzhen hurriedly bowed and said: "Don't dare, old man, we are not such distinguished guests, but you play so well, we both know how to play the piano a little bit, and think your flute sound can be compared with the piano song "Fishing and Woodcutters"  Ensemble, that's why I interrupted out of spite!"

    The old man stroked his beard and said: "Oh, you guys know how to play the piano, so come in quickly. I was just about to play the qin and flute ensemble. You are here today. Could it be that God knows what I mean? Come in quickly, come in quickly."

    When Zhongwen and Xiuzhen heard that he also wanted to play a ensemble with the qin and flute, they couldn't help moving their index fingers into the old man's thatched hut.

    The display in the room is very simple, with a table and four chairs, a bed, and only a straw mat on the bed. There is a qin hanging on the wall, made by Fuxi, and it looks like a very old qin.

    Zhongwen pointed to the qin and asked softly: "Old man, may I have a look at your qin?"

    The old man said: "Of course!"

    He took off the piano from the wall and handed it to Zhongwen.

    Zhongwen took the qin solemnly, put the qin on the table lightly, and looked at the qin carefully.

    Seeing that the color of this piano is simple and simple, the lacquer surface has natural tortoise cracks, and it is made of jade.  Lucky to be born!"

    The old man turned the body of the qin over, pointed to the inscription on the back of the qin and said, "Well, this is an old qin from the Song Dynasty, and it was the work of Ma Xiliang, a famous maker at that time."

    When he heard it was Song Qin, Zhong Wen was so excited that he didn't know whether to touch the piano or not.

    The old man said nonchalantly: "A qin, an instrument, no matter what year it was made, it is for the qin player. If it is hung on the wall, it will become a prop and display, but lose its real purpose. You can do whatever you want."  Play it, don't worry about it!"

    Only then did Zhongwen put his hand on the piano again.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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