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Chapter 185 Past Events in the Archway (183)

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    The old piano is really different. It feels extra thick after you get it, and the lacquer surface is already cracked. It is precisely because of this texture that the sound of the piano will be more transparent and clear.

    Zhongwen rubbed his hands vigorously until the whole palm was warm and soft, and then put his hand on the piano surface to rub it.

    Zhongwen has a habit. When playing the piano, he always rubs the piano back and forth with his hands for a few times, one is to test the winding, and the other is to warm up the piano.

    He always felt that a piano covered in heat would be more spiritual, just like "chasing the wind".

    Zhongwen combs its mane every day and feeds it the softest grass, so that Zhuifeng can get closer and more obedient to him.

    Therefore, Zhongwen also applied his experience of "chasing the wind" to the body of the qin. Before playing, he would carefully rub the body of the qin to let the qin bring its own temperature, and the cold qin would be awakened.

    The old man said: "If you know how to play "Questions and Answers for Fishermen and Woodcutters", then I will join you with the sound of the flute. It has been a long time since no one has been able to play with me. It almost makes me hungry."

    Zhongwen said: "Old man, what is the tune you are playing?"

    The old man said: "You just play your "Fisherman", don't worry about what I play."

    Zhongwen nodded as soon as he heard it, he tapped the strings and played "Questions and Answers for Fishermen and Woodcutters". At the beginning, the old man didn't play the flute to respond, but just listened to the piano with his hands behind his back.  He sang softly, "The Sao of the world is endless. Who is Jiejie. Who is Xiaohuo. Who is Tongqing. If that compatriot, it is woodcutter and fisherman.  Silk hook. Live in the green hills. Next to the stream. Drive a flat boat to the rivers and lakes for fun. Smiling proudly is also a prince. Woodcutter woodcutter. Holding Wu Gang ax in hand. Wrapped with white grass sash around the waist. Under the white cloud pine. I like the white cloud pine most. Comparing to the fisherman  Words. I really don¡¯t care about fame and wealth.¡±

    After the old man finished singing, he picked up the flute and began to play it. The sound of the flute was like a blue bird flapping its wings. It suddenly broke through the sound of the piano and came out through the wall, just like a fishing rod thrown by a fisherman.

    Zhongwen listened to the old man¡¯s flute while playing the qin. "Questions and Answers for Fishermen and Woodcutters" was originally a question and answer between a fisherman and a woodcutter.  In the question and answer, the newly added flute sound had a faint sense of killing, like a soldier who had been disarmed and returned to the field.

    The three of them had questions and answers, and the sounds of the zither and the flute ebbed and flowed one after the other.  For a while, the small thatched cottage looked like a seminary.

    Zhongwen didn't expect to play the piano as if he was debating. As the sound of the old man's flute gradually weakened, Zhongwen's piano sound also gradually weakened, as if it was a truce after a heated debate.

    The song "Questions and Answers for Fishermen and Woodcutters" was finally over, but Xiuzhen didn't realize it. She was still listening to it with her chin resting on her cheek, until the old man said loudly: "Happy!" She didn't wake up.

    Xiuzhen asked in a dazed voice: "Have you finished playing? I haven't heard enough yet!"

    Zhongwen also said a little bit unsatisfactorily: "Yes, this piece is too short, and I haven't played it enough yet!"

    The old man laughed and said: "Well, although you are young, your piano skills are still good, it should be a child's skill."

    Zhongwen nodded and said: "Students have learned the piano from my husband since childhood, and my husband's teacher is a descendant of Ruan Ji."

    The old man nodded and said: "No wonder you are so good at the piano at a young age, it turns out that you are a teacher from a famous family!"

    Zhongwen said modestly: "Where, your flute sound is really good. I have never felt so happy after playing it. Your flute sound is like a pole. I just have to follow it."  Just climb up, the feeling of this ensemble today is great!"

    The old man said: "Usually I play the flute or the piano by myself, but I can't enjoy the ensemble. Today I finally enjoyed it again. From now on, I can relax!"

    Xiuzhen asked curiously: "Old man, don't you have anyone to play with you?"

    The look in the old man's eyes faded when he heard it, and he said in a calm manner: "Playing the piano is easy to get, but a bosom friend is hard to find. My piano partner left me and left."

    Xiuzhen asked, "Gone? Where did you go?"

    The old man said: "Where you go, you will never return."

    It was only now that Xiuzhen understood, she didn't dare to ask any more questions.

    Zhongwen asked at this time: "Old man, what kind of flute are you playing?"

    The old man said: "It's not a flute song. I just followed the sound of your piano and played it casually."

    Xiuzhen asked in amazement: "There is no score, did you play it casually?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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