After Wen Yuan said goodbye to his fellow disciples, he went south and read poetry for a long time. He admired the scenery of Jiangnan. He rode a boat down the river, traveled south all the way, read the scenery and recited poetry, and played the piano to comfort his heart. He was so free and easy.
That night, he was riding alone on a boat alone, and he couldn't sleep. Wenyuan was young. Facing the beautiful scenery of the lake and moon, he was full of thoughts. He was unconsciously concerned about his senior brothers and sisters who came from childhood to learn art, and they were inseparable from day and night. Sometimes his senior brother was ordered to go out, and there was always Hua Xuan who was only alone in these days, and he couldn't help feeling lonely. He had to play the piano and entertain himself, and roar to the moon.
He finished his song and took three sounds, feeling a little relieved. He suddenly heard the sound of the rotation axis plucking the strings in his ears, and listened intently. Although the sound of the pipa was not very loud, it was clearly heard in the quiet night. It responded to the lake waves, and the sound came into his ears.
Wenyuan felt aroused in his heart and thought: Where is this wonderful sound? Walking out of the cabin, the sound of the pipa came from the shore of the lake, like crying and complaining, like resentment and admiration, a song "The autumn moon of the Han Palace" tells the endless sorrow in that person's heart, and it is touching. Wenyuan only heard it intoxicatedly, and said in his heart: Although the pipa songs are often made by the name of palace resentment, there are also female images such as Zhaojun resentment, Xiangfei tears, side dressing table, and lazy painting of thrush, actually the word "See Han" is the word "See Han". What the ancient masters embodies in these palace lyrics and songs is the pain of leaving the country and remembrance, and the sigh of the softness of the pipa, which is the softness of the hundred chains of steel, and the softness of the fingers. It is not really the softness of a woman. This song can be soft and tender, but it is not a woman's heart.
Just listen to the sound of the pipa gradually stopped, and a song ended in Wenyuan and came out of the cabin with the zither, sitting upright on the bow of the boat, playing the zither, and playing the fingers. It was a song. The flowing water of the mountains and flowing water, smooth and elegant, and it was a great song. The joy of meeting the soulmate Zhongzi period
He was playing, his breath flowed, and the strings of the piano were clanging. There was a magnificent mountain. The sound of the pipa came with the sound of the pipa. It was actually the music of the mountains and flowing water. The music of the pipa was played by the man's pipa. It was so exquisite. The green peaks were so beautiful and the gurgling scene. Although it was not as open and freehand as Wenyuan's zither sound, it was a thousand twists and turns. The graceful and sweet sounds corresponded to each other. Wenyuan seemed to be standing side by side with a girl, playing between mountains and rivers. He expressed his ambitions in his heart. She smiled and responded...
When the zither sounds and pipas are all stopped, Wen Yuan's heart is extremely happy, his depression is swept away, and his mind moves, he plays a song Guan Ju, memorial lyrics: Guan Guan Banjiu, a beautiful lady in the Hezhou, a gentleman's good food is mixed, and the left and right flows, a beautiful lady, a longing for... The song revolves around the meaning of love
Guan Ju ends the song and the sound of the pipa starts, which is a song taken from Zheng Feng of the Book of Songs. "Zi Hui misses me, and she wore the clothes and wore the clothes without my thoughts. Is there no one else? The crazy boy is also crazy!... Zi Hui misses me, and she wore the clothes and wore the clothes and wore the clothes...
This lyrics are quite funny, meaning: If you really miss me, just lift up your clothes and drift through the water. If you don't miss me, aren't there any other man? You silly boy, you are so stupid!... The song sounds light and brisk, as if you are still indifferent, and you are extremely beautiful, like a pretty girl, standing away, smiling sweetly, smiling happily
Wen Yuan was stunned and couldn't help but feel rippling, thinking: How about the water? When I saw this woman, I crossed the dark sea in the north, what's the point? I didn't care about the boat and wanted to swim to the shore of the lake. Suddenly, I thought: Although this girl showed such a gesture, if I went to meet so suddenly, if someone saw her inadvertently late at night, wouldn't it be a loss to her reputation? How could I look at myself? Thinking of this place, I sat down and played a song of reeds: Reeds are green, and the white dew turns into frost. The so-called beauty is called the woman, on the side of the water... Following it upstream, the way is blocked and the long way to go, as if in the middle of the water... The reeds are sad, and the white dew has not shined... The melody is elegant, as if I express my infinite longing to the woman who can be heard but cannot be reached, and the melody is endless.
After he finished playing the piano music, he heard the sound of the evening wind rising on the lake. Everyone was silent. Wen Yuan was nervous. He didn't know how long the girl thought, but he heard the sound of the pipa. It was still a poem by Zheng Feng. The meaning of the song was: The wind and rain are sad, and the rooster crowing all saw a gentleman. The wind and rain are not bad, and the rooster crowing is rustling, and the rooster crowing is greasy... The meaning of the song is to describe the cold night of wind and rain, and the chicken crows constantly, and the mood is depressed but when you meet your lover, what else is unhappy?
The love in the sound of the pipa gradually faded away, and finally I didn't hear Wenyuan quietly stood on the bow of the boat, and the thoughts in my heart were ups and downs, and the sounds still echoed on the lake
In the early morning of the sun, Wenyuan left the lake east. Thinking of the meeting with the girl in Yiqu last night, I couldn't help but be ecstatic. I thought to myself: I came to Jiangnan and met this talented woman. I didn't see her at first sight. It's a pity! I don't know if I have the chance to meet again in the future?
He was uneasy and walked around. In the afternoon of this day, he arrived at the outskirts of Hangzhou and looked around. The bluestone road was so lively. I think it was mostly tourists visiting West Lake. Wen Yuan thought to himself: People chant West Lake is the mountain and the lake is followed step by step. It is difficult to write poems and paint in ancient and modern times. If you don’t see it in person, wouldn’t it be a pity? Now I put away my thoughts and traveled to the lake happily.
The first thing I arrived was Baidi Baidi. Sudi crossed the lake and divided West Lake into Lihu Lake, Waihu, Xiaonan Lake, Yuehu, Xili Lake and other white dikes were planted with willows and peach trees. The scenery was beautiful, and it was really green. The trees and peach trees were smiling and strolling and enjoying Wenyuan. I felt comfortable and praised: Bai Letian has a poem that the flowers are gradually fascinating. Only shall the shallow grass have no horse's hooves and love the lake to go east. It's really wonderful. Everyone calls it the Ten Scenery of West Lake. In fact, there are more than ten Scenerys here?
Several men and women were talking and laughing under the willow tree next to him. A man with a bachelor's appearance stood up and walked towards him, bowed, and said with a smile: Is this young man traveling alone? If he had a good mood, why don't he come to enjoy the scenery and chat together? Wenyuan saw that he was about forty years old, with a elegant face and polite words, and immediately smiled: If he disturbed this, he walked to the willow tree with the man.
There were three men and three women under the tree. Now there was Wen Yuan and Wen Yuan’s name was added. The bachelor met him one by one. The two men were middle-aged Confucian scholars, one was fair-skinned and the other was tall and thin. They were Zhang Hede, a native of Suzhou, and the brothers Zhang Hefang were friends of the scholar Song Shangqian. A young woman was Mrs. Song, and the other two women were the maid Ping'er, who brought the lake to visit Pingxiang. The former was beautiful and charming, while the latter was beautiful and beautiful. They were all wearing light clothes and thin shirts, graceful and graceful. There were yellow cloth on the ground, and many cups and pots were placed in delicious food. They were quite exquisite and rich.
Wen Yuan took off the guqin on his back and put it aside and said to Song Shangqian: Cuixiang, why don’t you pour wine for Mr. Wen? Cuixiang replied: Yes! Then he poured wine with a pot and said in a sweet voice: Mr. Wen, please!
Wen Yuan smiled and said: Thank you. He took the wine glass and took a sip of it. Song Shangqian said: Why don’t Mr. Wen drink all the time? Isn’t this wine taste good? Wen Yuan smiled and said: Wine is excellent, but I can’t hide it. Even though I have to drink too much, I can only stay in Baidi after drinking until I have a few cups. Wouldn’t it be a good time to stay in Baidi after I have a good time? Song Shangqian laughed and said: OK! Since that’s the case, it’s hard to drink the fine wine. Mr. Wen should drink more tea.
Zhang Zhifang said: Mr. Wen is definitely good at traveling to the lake with his back on the zither, so it is better to play the previous song. We listen to the elegant song. Zhang Zhide also said: Yes. Wenyuan smiled and said: So little, I am ugly. I sit up and raise the sound, and pluck the zither. The sound of the piano is smooth and like a song, and it has a very charming moment. Under the willow tree, a man sleeping sound on the tree suddenly sat up and listened carefully to Wenyuan. After listening carefully, Song Shangqian and others applauded. Some tourists on the side also praised the man slapped his thigh and shouted: Wonderful! Wonderful! Clear and empty, transcendent, a song of the Hedge Dance Cave Heaven Ah!
Everyone looked at the man and saw that he was about 30 or 40 years old, strong, with a fluffy hair, two thick eyebrows, and a very short and thorny cheek, which seemed to be very prickly, but his face was still clear. There was a long scar on his forehead, wearing a ragged short cedar, which was really not very decent, but his eyes were bright and energetic.
Song Shangqian and the Zhang brothers thought to themselves: What kind of piano music does this rough man know? It's really Zhu Bajie's straw paper, but he heard the man shout: How many rich children know how to be good piano music? It's just Zhu Bajie's straw paper, haha, pretending to be gentle, little brother, I just heard you politely, Ren Mou only smelled the stinky fart and couldn't think of you really having some material, but the piano music is just fine, the rhythm of the piano is really wonderful, and ordinary people can't play it.
Wen Yuan heard what he said, and was just talking about his own musical mood, and couldn't help but be overjoyed and said with a smile: Miao Pian
You are proficient in music, why don’t you give me your strength? Song and Zhang were already unhappy when they heard the man scolding him. When Wenyuan asked him to do so, they were unwilling to do so. Song Shangqian said: This is the master...
The man waved his hand and said: "There are people everywhere here, I can't listen to my songs. If you really want to listen to Ren's piano music, you will come to Gushan Platform in an hour. After that, you stood up, stretched your waist and yawned, and left without looking back.
Zhang Zhide was angry and said: This rough man is so rude. Zhang Zhifang said: What can you learn about such a person saying a lot? Wen Yuan smiled slightly and thought to himself: Although this gentleman is rude, his knowledge on the piano is really extraordinary. It would be a pity if he didn't go to this Gushan platform. Song Shangqian smiled and said: Mr. Wen's piano music just now is really good, and that rude man knows it well. This is what the elegance and the common people appreciate. Come on, everyone respect Mr. Wen for a cup!
Everyone talked about poetry and viewed the scenery, tasted tea and drank. After more than half an hour, except for Wenyuan who specialized in drinking tea, the two maids served back and forth, the others were drunk and drunk, and their words were a little unclear. Song Shangqian hugged the wife and joked, and the Zhang brothers sang loudly. Suddenly, Zhang Zhifang hugged Cuixiang in his arms. The two brothers began to become irregular.
Cui Xiang Ge laughed sweetly, Zhang Zhide gave her three glasses of wine, her face turned red and made a big fuss. She rubbed her back and forth, and her clothes were quite messy.
Wenyuan saw that the men and women gradually became joking and boasting, and did not want to look at the scenery of the lake and mountains in the distance. He picked up the teapot, but there was no drop of tea left in the pot. Pinger chuckled and said: Mr. Wen, you only drink tea, don’t drink alcohol, pour the tea clean, Pinger will help you heat another pot. Wenyuan smiled and said: This is so troublesome. Pinger reached out to pick up the pot. He touched Wenyuan’s fingers and his face turned red slightly, and said: Mr. Wen, your nails are long, it’s not convenient to play the piano? Wenyuan said: It’s okay. Pinger laughed in a low voice and said: Mr. Wen, I’ll help you repair your nails, okay? In this way, you must be more nice to play the piano. As he said that, he made a pot of tea and heated up
Wen Yuan smiled and said, "I am not your son, why should I do this? You should go to serve your master and wife." Ping'er sighed. Seeing Wen Yuan's elegant and gentle style, she was already secretly in love with him and said, "If I were really your maid, that would be great."
Suddenly, Cuixiang laughed softly, full of swaying Zhang Zhifang hugged Cuixiang from behind, stretched her left hand into her skirt, straight between her legs, pinched and rubbed her, and she was really unscrupulous, Zhang Zhide threw a glass of wine on her face, and said with a smile: Look at Ah, it's all... wet! Ah haha... Cuixiang stretched out her tongue to lick the wine on her lips, laughed and gasped, her clothes were wet, and she was tightly attached, and she put her chest curve on her, Zhang Zhifang smiled and said with a smile: Good Ah, this large piece under the skirt was wet, I don't know if it was wine. Zhang Zhide wiped his mouth and smiled: If you taste it, you will know what you know? After saying that, she really lifted her dress up, and a head drilled into her, Cuixiang twisted her body, laughing so hard that her branches were trembling, but she moaned in the laughter, and the more she laughed, the more she became, the more frivolous she became.
Ping'er's face was hot and she couldn't help but tighten her clothes. Wen Yuan said: Miss Ping'er! Ping'er's heart suddenly jumped, and she lowered her head and said timidly: Wen... Master Wen, you...you don't want...you want...you want...
Wen Yuan smiled indifferently and said: What do you want? The tea is almost dried up. Ping'er was shocked and smiled with a shame: I forgot.
Mr. Wen, don’t call me a girl, I’m a little girl, just called Ping'er. As he said that, he dealt with the tea set
Wen Yuan smiled and remembered the words of the man named Ren. He didn't want to see Song Zhang and others doing anything. He took a sip of tea and stood up and said: Everyone, I still have something important to do. Take the lead and receive hospitality. I will say hello.
Song Shangqian was flirting with Mrs. Song, and had no time to be polite, but just smiled and said: Please Ah, please Ah... Mr. Wen, there will be a date later... Haha, come, let me kiss here... Ping'er blushed and bowed, saying: Mr. Wen, you are confused, don't mind. Wen Yuan carried the guqin and said: How could it be? Miss Ping'er, I can't finish your tea, I'm so sorry
Ping'er watched Wen Yuan leave and looked back at the men and women entangled together, feeling indescribable.
Wen Yuan walked lightly, turned left and right, and took two steps at three steps at a time. After passing a tree-lined avenue, he saw that the two big words "Gushan" were engraved on the stone wall on the front. He saw that there was a small pavilion in the world of West Lake. There was a bridge and pond, and the rockery was filled with stones. There was also a difference between sparse and denseness. The ground was different, but a big man sat on the rockery, with his hands on his chest and crossed his legs. When he saw him coming, he laughed and said: What a good, my little brother is good, he keeps his promise, great! He said as he said that, he jumped down and jumped onto the realm.
Wen Yuan smiled and said: Brother Ren is so proud. How dare you not go to the appointment? The man said: Oh, how do you know my surname is Ren? Wen Yuan said: You called himself Ren before, so you can naturally know that the man smiled and said: Yes, I forgot that I heard you and those guys signed up. Wen Yuan called Wen Yuan full name Ren Jianqing, who came here. He broke a piano just now and borrowed it from you. Wen Yuan said: Please hand over the piano.
Ren Jianqing sat down and stroked the strings, and smiled and said: Finally, Ren Mou thought it was accurate. There were no tourists here at this time, otherwise they would not be able to stand it. Wen Yuan was not sure, so he was about to ask, but Ren Jianqing took a breath, and with a clanging sound, the sound of the piano rose up. Wen Yuan couldn't help but feel shocked and said to himself: What a great spirit!
Ren Jian is so energetic that he is playing harder and stronger. The sound of the piano is rushing around, and the momentum is loud and the Wen Yuan is so angry that he is frightened by it. His spirit is ignorant and his whole body is tense.
He suddenly heard a thunder sound, and the seven strings on the piano were broken, and the body of the piano was scattered. After playing the song, Wen Yuan was overjoyed and shouted: Good! The ambition is beyond Liao Kuo, and the free and easy way is the watch of the Eight-Hong Kong. If you drive to ride the sky, clouds and horses, wander around the world, and visit the universe, you will have no bonds! Brother Ren, what a heroic "Eight-Hong Kong Tour"!
Ren Jianqing smiled at the sky and said: Little brother, Ren ruined a good piano. What do you think? Wen Yuan smiled and said: It’s easy to get a good piano, but it’s rare to get a good song! If Brother Ren is willing to play ten songs, I will buy ten pianos and give them to you. What’s the point of cherishing!
Ren Jianqing slapped the wreckage of the piano and said happily: Good boy, he is indeed a soulmate. Ren gave you this song, you are really not wrong. How can ordinary people listen to it? Less than half, if you don’t get shocked, you will be able to escape from the distance. Only those who know the piano can appreciate it. Only martial arts masters can absorb both brothers. It is rare and so happy!
Wen Yuan was shocked and said: Brother Ren, how do you know that my younger brother can do martial arts? Ren Jianqing smiled and said: Your zither tune and pulse are echoing. My fellow Taoists naturally know how I see my internal strength? Wen Yuan said: It is extremely sharp and contains soft power. Just like the endless Yangtze River, Brother Ren's skills are better than me.
Ren Jianqing smiled and said: You listened so accurately, you are so good!
That night, he was riding alone on a boat alone, and he couldn't sleep. Wenyuan was young. Facing the beautiful scenery of the lake and moon, he was full of thoughts. He was unconsciously concerned about his senior brothers and sisters who came from childhood to learn art, and they were inseparable from day and night. Sometimes his senior brother was ordered to go out, and there was always Hua Xuan who was only alone in these days, and he couldn't help feeling lonely. He had to play the piano and entertain himself, and roar to the moon.
He finished his song and took three sounds, feeling a little relieved. He suddenly heard the sound of the rotation axis plucking the strings in his ears, and listened intently. Although the sound of the pipa was not very loud, it was clearly heard in the quiet night. It responded to the lake waves, and the sound came into his ears.
Wenyuan felt aroused in his heart and thought: Where is this wonderful sound? Walking out of the cabin, the sound of the pipa came from the shore of the lake, like crying and complaining, like resentment and admiration, a song "The autumn moon of the Han Palace" tells the endless sorrow in that person's heart, and it is touching. Wenyuan only heard it intoxicatedly, and said in his heart: Although the pipa songs are often made by the name of palace resentment, there are also female images such as Zhaojun resentment, Xiangfei tears, side dressing table, and lazy painting of thrush, actually the word "See Han" is the word "See Han". What the ancient masters embodies in these palace lyrics and songs is the pain of leaving the country and remembrance, and the sigh of the softness of the pipa, which is the softness of the hundred chains of steel, and the softness of the fingers. It is not really the softness of a woman. This song can be soft and tender, but it is not a woman's heart.
Just listen to the sound of the pipa gradually stopped, and a song ended in Wenyuan and came out of the cabin with the zither, sitting upright on the bow of the boat, playing the zither, and playing the fingers. It was a song. The flowing water of the mountains and flowing water, smooth and elegant, and it was a great song. The joy of meeting the soulmate Zhongzi period
He was playing, his breath flowed, and the strings of the piano were clanging. There was a magnificent mountain. The sound of the pipa came with the sound of the pipa. It was actually the music of the mountains and flowing water. The music of the pipa was played by the man's pipa. It was so exquisite. The green peaks were so beautiful and the gurgling scene. Although it was not as open and freehand as Wenyuan's zither sound, it was a thousand twists and turns. The graceful and sweet sounds corresponded to each other. Wenyuan seemed to be standing side by side with a girl, playing between mountains and rivers. He expressed his ambitions in his heart. She smiled and responded...
When the zither sounds and pipas are all stopped, Wen Yuan's heart is extremely happy, his depression is swept away, and his mind moves, he plays a song Guan Ju, memorial lyrics: Guan Guan Banjiu, a beautiful lady in the Hezhou, a gentleman's good food is mixed, and the left and right flows, a beautiful lady, a longing for... The song revolves around the meaning of love
Guan Ju ends the song and the sound of the pipa starts, which is a song taken from Zheng Feng of the Book of Songs. "Zi Hui misses me, and she wore the clothes and wore the clothes without my thoughts. Is there no one else? The crazy boy is also crazy!... Zi Hui misses me, and she wore the clothes and wore the clothes and wore the clothes...
This lyrics are quite funny, meaning: If you really miss me, just lift up your clothes and drift through the water. If you don't miss me, aren't there any other man? You silly boy, you are so stupid!... The song sounds light and brisk, as if you are still indifferent, and you are extremely beautiful, like a pretty girl, standing away, smiling sweetly, smiling happily
Wen Yuan was stunned and couldn't help but feel rippling, thinking: How about the water? When I saw this woman, I crossed the dark sea in the north, what's the point? I didn't care about the boat and wanted to swim to the shore of the lake. Suddenly, I thought: Although this girl showed such a gesture, if I went to meet so suddenly, if someone saw her inadvertently late at night, wouldn't it be a loss to her reputation? How could I look at myself? Thinking of this place, I sat down and played a song of reeds: Reeds are green, and the white dew turns into frost. The so-called beauty is called the woman, on the side of the water... Following it upstream, the way is blocked and the long way to go, as if in the middle of the water... The reeds are sad, and the white dew has not shined... The melody is elegant, as if I express my infinite longing to the woman who can be heard but cannot be reached, and the melody is endless.
After he finished playing the piano music, he heard the sound of the evening wind rising on the lake. Everyone was silent. Wen Yuan was nervous. He didn't know how long the girl thought, but he heard the sound of the pipa. It was still a poem by Zheng Feng. The meaning of the song was: The wind and rain are sad, and the rooster crowing all saw a gentleman. The wind and rain are not bad, and the rooster crowing is rustling, and the rooster crowing is greasy... The meaning of the song is to describe the cold night of wind and rain, and the chicken crows constantly, and the mood is depressed but when you meet your lover, what else is unhappy?
The love in the sound of the pipa gradually faded away, and finally I didn't hear Wenyuan quietly stood on the bow of the boat, and the thoughts in my heart were ups and downs, and the sounds still echoed on the lake
In the early morning of the sun, Wenyuan left the lake east. Thinking of the meeting with the girl in Yiqu last night, I couldn't help but be ecstatic. I thought to myself: I came to Jiangnan and met this talented woman. I didn't see her at first sight. It's a pity! I don't know if I have the chance to meet again in the future?
He was uneasy and walked around. In the afternoon of this day, he arrived at the outskirts of Hangzhou and looked around. The bluestone road was so lively. I think it was mostly tourists visiting West Lake. Wen Yuan thought to himself: People chant West Lake is the mountain and the lake is followed step by step. It is difficult to write poems and paint in ancient and modern times. If you don’t see it in person, wouldn’t it be a pity? Now I put away my thoughts and traveled to the lake happily.
The first thing I arrived was Baidi Baidi. Sudi crossed the lake and divided West Lake into Lihu Lake, Waihu, Xiaonan Lake, Yuehu, Xili Lake and other white dikes were planted with willows and peach trees. The scenery was beautiful, and it was really green. The trees and peach trees were smiling and strolling and enjoying Wenyuan. I felt comfortable and praised: Bai Letian has a poem that the flowers are gradually fascinating. Only shall the shallow grass have no horse's hooves and love the lake to go east. It's really wonderful. Everyone calls it the Ten Scenery of West Lake. In fact, there are more than ten Scenerys here?
Several men and women were talking and laughing under the willow tree next to him. A man with a bachelor's appearance stood up and walked towards him, bowed, and said with a smile: Is this young man traveling alone? If he had a good mood, why don't he come to enjoy the scenery and chat together? Wenyuan saw that he was about forty years old, with a elegant face and polite words, and immediately smiled: If he disturbed this, he walked to the willow tree with the man.
There were three men and three women under the tree. Now there was Wen Yuan and Wen Yuan’s name was added. The bachelor met him one by one. The two men were middle-aged Confucian scholars, one was fair-skinned and the other was tall and thin. They were Zhang Hede, a native of Suzhou, and the brothers Zhang Hefang were friends of the scholar Song Shangqian. A young woman was Mrs. Song, and the other two women were the maid Ping'er, who brought the lake to visit Pingxiang. The former was beautiful and charming, while the latter was beautiful and beautiful. They were all wearing light clothes and thin shirts, graceful and graceful. There were yellow cloth on the ground, and many cups and pots were placed in delicious food. They were quite exquisite and rich.
Wen Yuan took off the guqin on his back and put it aside and said to Song Shangqian: Cuixiang, why don’t you pour wine for Mr. Wen? Cuixiang replied: Yes! Then he poured wine with a pot and said in a sweet voice: Mr. Wen, please!
Wen Yuan smiled and said: Thank you. He took the wine glass and took a sip of it. Song Shangqian said: Why don’t Mr. Wen drink all the time? Isn’t this wine taste good? Wen Yuan smiled and said: Wine is excellent, but I can’t hide it. Even though I have to drink too much, I can only stay in Baidi after drinking until I have a few cups. Wouldn’t it be a good time to stay in Baidi after I have a good time? Song Shangqian laughed and said: OK! Since that’s the case, it’s hard to drink the fine wine. Mr. Wen should drink more tea.
Zhang Zhifang said: Mr. Wen is definitely good at traveling to the lake with his back on the zither, so it is better to play the previous song. We listen to the elegant song. Zhang Zhide also said: Yes. Wenyuan smiled and said: So little, I am ugly. I sit up and raise the sound, and pluck the zither. The sound of the piano is smooth and like a song, and it has a very charming moment. Under the willow tree, a man sleeping sound on the tree suddenly sat up and listened carefully to Wenyuan. After listening carefully, Song Shangqian and others applauded. Some tourists on the side also praised the man slapped his thigh and shouted: Wonderful! Wonderful! Clear and empty, transcendent, a song of the Hedge Dance Cave Heaven Ah!
Everyone looked at the man and saw that he was about 30 or 40 years old, strong, with a fluffy hair, two thick eyebrows, and a very short and thorny cheek, which seemed to be very prickly, but his face was still clear. There was a long scar on his forehead, wearing a ragged short cedar, which was really not very decent, but his eyes were bright and energetic.
Song Shangqian and the Zhang brothers thought to themselves: What kind of piano music does this rough man know? It's really Zhu Bajie's straw paper, but he heard the man shout: How many rich children know how to be good piano music? It's just Zhu Bajie's straw paper, haha, pretending to be gentle, little brother, I just heard you politely, Ren Mou only smelled the stinky fart and couldn't think of you really having some material, but the piano music is just fine, the rhythm of the piano is really wonderful, and ordinary people can't play it.
Wen Yuan heard what he said, and was just talking about his own musical mood, and couldn't help but be overjoyed and said with a smile: Miao Pian
You are proficient in music, why don’t you give me your strength? Song and Zhang were already unhappy when they heard the man scolding him. When Wenyuan asked him to do so, they were unwilling to do so. Song Shangqian said: This is the master...
The man waved his hand and said: "There are people everywhere here, I can't listen to my songs. If you really want to listen to Ren's piano music, you will come to Gushan Platform in an hour. After that, you stood up, stretched your waist and yawned, and left without looking back.
Zhang Zhide was angry and said: This rough man is so rude. Zhang Zhifang said: What can you learn about such a person saying a lot? Wen Yuan smiled slightly and thought to himself: Although this gentleman is rude, his knowledge on the piano is really extraordinary. It would be a pity if he didn't go to this Gushan platform. Song Shangqian smiled and said: Mr. Wen's piano music just now is really good, and that rude man knows it well. This is what the elegance and the common people appreciate. Come on, everyone respect Mr. Wen for a cup!
Everyone talked about poetry and viewed the scenery, tasted tea and drank. After more than half an hour, except for Wenyuan who specialized in drinking tea, the two maids served back and forth, the others were drunk and drunk, and their words were a little unclear. Song Shangqian hugged the wife and joked, and the Zhang brothers sang loudly. Suddenly, Zhang Zhifang hugged Cuixiang in his arms. The two brothers began to become irregular.
Cui Xiang Ge laughed sweetly, Zhang Zhide gave her three glasses of wine, her face turned red and made a big fuss. She rubbed her back and forth, and her clothes were quite messy.
Wenyuan saw that the men and women gradually became joking and boasting, and did not want to look at the scenery of the lake and mountains in the distance. He picked up the teapot, but there was no drop of tea left in the pot. Pinger chuckled and said: Mr. Wen, you only drink tea, don’t drink alcohol, pour the tea clean, Pinger will help you heat another pot. Wenyuan smiled and said: This is so troublesome. Pinger reached out to pick up the pot. He touched Wenyuan’s fingers and his face turned red slightly, and said: Mr. Wen, your nails are long, it’s not convenient to play the piano? Wenyuan said: It’s okay. Pinger laughed in a low voice and said: Mr. Wen, I’ll help you repair your nails, okay? In this way, you must be more nice to play the piano. As he said that, he made a pot of tea and heated up
Wen Yuan smiled and said, "I am not your son, why should I do this? You should go to serve your master and wife." Ping'er sighed. Seeing Wen Yuan's elegant and gentle style, she was already secretly in love with him and said, "If I were really your maid, that would be great."
Suddenly, Cuixiang laughed softly, full of swaying Zhang Zhifang hugged Cuixiang from behind, stretched her left hand into her skirt, straight between her legs, pinched and rubbed her, and she was really unscrupulous, Zhang Zhide threw a glass of wine on her face, and said with a smile: Look at Ah, it's all... wet! Ah haha... Cuixiang stretched out her tongue to lick the wine on her lips, laughed and gasped, her clothes were wet, and she was tightly attached, and she put her chest curve on her, Zhang Zhifang smiled and said with a smile: Good Ah, this large piece under the skirt was wet, I don't know if it was wine. Zhang Zhide wiped his mouth and smiled: If you taste it, you will know what you know? After saying that, she really lifted her dress up, and a head drilled into her, Cuixiang twisted her body, laughing so hard that her branches were trembling, but she moaned in the laughter, and the more she laughed, the more she became, the more frivolous she became.
Ping'er's face was hot and she couldn't help but tighten her clothes. Wen Yuan said: Miss Ping'er! Ping'er's heart suddenly jumped, and she lowered her head and said timidly: Wen... Master Wen, you...you don't want...you want...you want...
Wen Yuan smiled indifferently and said: What do you want? The tea is almost dried up. Ping'er was shocked and smiled with a shame: I forgot.
Mr. Wen, don’t call me a girl, I’m a little girl, just called Ping'er. As he said that, he dealt with the tea set
Wen Yuan smiled and remembered the words of the man named Ren. He didn't want to see Song Zhang and others doing anything. He took a sip of tea and stood up and said: Everyone, I still have something important to do. Take the lead and receive hospitality. I will say hello.
Song Shangqian was flirting with Mrs. Song, and had no time to be polite, but just smiled and said: Please Ah, please Ah... Mr. Wen, there will be a date later... Haha, come, let me kiss here... Ping'er blushed and bowed, saying: Mr. Wen, you are confused, don't mind. Wen Yuan carried the guqin and said: How could it be? Miss Ping'er, I can't finish your tea, I'm so sorry
Ping'er watched Wen Yuan leave and looked back at the men and women entangled together, feeling indescribable.
Wen Yuan walked lightly, turned left and right, and took two steps at three steps at a time. After passing a tree-lined avenue, he saw that the two big words "Gushan" were engraved on the stone wall on the front. He saw that there was a small pavilion in the world of West Lake. There was a bridge and pond, and the rockery was filled with stones. There was also a difference between sparse and denseness. The ground was different, but a big man sat on the rockery, with his hands on his chest and crossed his legs. When he saw him coming, he laughed and said: What a good, my little brother is good, he keeps his promise, great! He said as he said that, he jumped down and jumped onto the realm.
Wen Yuan smiled and said: Brother Ren is so proud. How dare you not go to the appointment? The man said: Oh, how do you know my surname is Ren? Wen Yuan said: You called himself Ren before, so you can naturally know that the man smiled and said: Yes, I forgot that I heard you and those guys signed up. Wen Yuan called Wen Yuan full name Ren Jianqing, who came here. He broke a piano just now and borrowed it from you. Wen Yuan said: Please hand over the piano.
Ren Jianqing sat down and stroked the strings, and smiled and said: Finally, Ren Mou thought it was accurate. There were no tourists here at this time, otherwise they would not be able to stand it. Wen Yuan was not sure, so he was about to ask, but Ren Jianqing took a breath, and with a clanging sound, the sound of the piano rose up. Wen Yuan couldn't help but feel shocked and said to himself: What a great spirit!
Ren Jian is so energetic that he is playing harder and stronger. The sound of the piano is rushing around, and the momentum is loud and the Wen Yuan is so angry that he is frightened by it. His spirit is ignorant and his whole body is tense.
He suddenly heard a thunder sound, and the seven strings on the piano were broken, and the body of the piano was scattered. After playing the song, Wen Yuan was overjoyed and shouted: Good! The ambition is beyond Liao Kuo, and the free and easy way is the watch of the Eight-Hong Kong. If you drive to ride the sky, clouds and horses, wander around the world, and visit the universe, you will have no bonds! Brother Ren, what a heroic "Eight-Hong Kong Tour"!
Ren Jianqing smiled at the sky and said: Little brother, Ren ruined a good piano. What do you think? Wen Yuan smiled and said: It’s easy to get a good piano, but it’s rare to get a good song! If Brother Ren is willing to play ten songs, I will buy ten pianos and give them to you. What’s the point of cherishing!
Ren Jianqing slapped the wreckage of the piano and said happily: Good boy, he is indeed a soulmate. Ren gave you this song, you are really not wrong. How can ordinary people listen to it? Less than half, if you don’t get shocked, you will be able to escape from the distance. Only those who know the piano can appreciate it. Only martial arts masters can absorb both brothers. It is rare and so happy!
Wen Yuan was shocked and said: Brother Ren, how do you know that my younger brother can do martial arts? Ren Jianqing smiled and said: Your zither tune and pulse are echoing. My fellow Taoists naturally know how I see my internal strength? Wen Yuan said: It is extremely sharp and contains soft power. Just like the endless Yangtze River, Brother Ren's skills are better than me.
Ren Jianqing smiled and said: You listened so accurately, you are so good!
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