Jiang Yi Zhou doubt, but she did not want to see the fall of Western Chu Ning is key lessons, then quickly opening rounders and said: “Sir, we are curious about your ability.”
“Why do not you look at my part Come on, Quandang teaches me and shows me tea art or piano skills, how about?”
Yash Nics is a young commander in the north, how could he give people tea and play the piano casually, then what has he become?
He calmly refused: “One word of teaching is a teacher. You and I are not relatives, why should I teach you?”
Jiang Yizhou opened his eyes wide and looked at Yash Nics in disbelief.
mad!
This guy is so arrogant, not only doesn’t he put Xiang Shao in his eyes, he doesn’t even give her the face of Fairy Jiang.
Song Pingting knew Yash Nics’s grudge with the Xiang family, and learned that this person was the son of Xiang Ge, for fear that Yash Nics would quarrel with the Xiang family again.
She hurriedly said softly to Yash Nics, “Husband, if you know how to play the guqin, you can play it for everyone, right?”
Yash Nics didn’t give any face, but when Song Pingting spoke, he agreed with a smile.
“Okay, I’ll play
a song .” “This song is not for anyone, but for you.”
Song Pingting heard this, her pretty face flushed slightly, her eyes shy and happiness.
Tong Ke next to him secretly shook his head. This brother-in-law is starting to spoil his cousin again. He really spoils his wife.
Soon, under the gaze of everyone, Yash Nics walked into the Accord with the guqin and sat down at will.
The scene was quiet.
Everyone listened attentively.
Yash Nics placed both hands on the guqin, and gently flicked the strings with the fingers of his right hand, which seemed to be an audition.
The guqin made two melodious sounds of clank and clank.
Everyone at the scene had different expressions, but most of them didn’t believe how good Yash Nics was.
After all, there are few people who can play the guqin, and those who are better at guqin than Fairy Jiang are even rarer.
Xiang Xichu even folded his arms and looked at Yash Nics with a sneer.
Song Pingting, Jiang Yizhou and Tong Ke were full of expectations and listened carefully.
Zheng-
Yash Nics began to play the piano, and the melodious piano sound slowly sounded.
Jiang Yizhou frowned slightly. Yash Nics obviously knew how to play the guqin, but Yash Nics’s tune was something she had never had before. She was surprised: “What kind of tune is this, it seems to be in a lyrical style.”
Yash Nics’s face was calm, hands lightly The sound of the piano is plucked on the guqin, and the melodious sound of the piano flows from his fingertips like water…The
sound of the piano has a magical power.
Refreshing!
Everyone couldn’t help closing their eyes and listening to the sound of nature.
After closing his eyes, everyone’s mind followed the sound of the piano, and different pictures appeared.
In Jiang Yizhou’s mind, the picture that emerged was a peaceful and beautiful village, a newly-married couple, under the blessing of relatives and friends, worshipping and getting married.
The bridegroom is handsome, the bride is beautiful, and a perfect couple.
At this time, the sound of the piano suddenly changed, changed from gentle and lyrical, and quickly became tragic.
The peaceful and beautiful village is gone. The scene is full of enemy bandits riding knives, burning the village, committing adultery and looting, flames everywhere, corpses everywhere, blood everywhere, shocking.
At this time, the sound of the piano is getting more and more urgent.
The picture in Jiang Yizhou’s mind turned into a refugee fleeing, the newly married wife, following the elderly women and children, fleeing south. The newly married husband resolutely joined the army and joined the team to fight against the enemy…The
sound of the piano became faster and stronger.
The picture in Jiang Yizhou’s mind has become a picture of the Central Plains army fighting a decisive battle with the foreign enemy army. The golden horse is full of flesh and blood…
Finally, the decisive battle is accepted. The mountains and plains are full of corpses. The rivers are dyed red.
On the entire battlefield, there was only one unowned warhorse wailing.
Almost everyone is dead, the owner of the horses, the newlywed groom, his body fell on the river, holding her hand tightly half agreed with his wife recognize when used jade ……
this At that time, the sound of the piano slowed down, extremely slow, like crying…
The picture in Jiang Yizhou’s mind changed, the dilapidated village in the south and the dilapidated hut.
The bride who fled to the south with the refugees shortly after the wedding.
In the second half of the night, she just fell asleep on the thatch bed, with a tear-stained face, she was asleep and smiling.
About in a dream, I saw her husband return triumphantly.
At this time, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.
Jiang Yizhou opened his eyes, his eyes were already full of tears, and he slowly sighed: “Poor and unfixed riverside bones are still in the dreams of spring boudoirs.”
