MTL - The Words of the Number One-Chapter 17 Qin language

Although it was night, Han Bo managed to buy the best paulownia violin in the store just before the store closed. When it was delivered to Ji Yu, Ji Yu plucked a few notes at random and frowned slightly.

Han Bo immediately asked if the timbre was not good and wanted to replace it with a new one. Ji Yu stretched her brows, smiled and shook her head: "The piano is good, but I'm just not used to it."

He sent Han Bo away, leaving only the two of us in the room. I sat by the bed, and he sat cross-legged with the piano on his lap, and asked me what tune I wanted to hear.

He said that there are many good ancient songs, but I said that I only want to listen to the songs written by him.

He was silent for a while, then said, "Okay."

He did not move his slender, white hands on the strings. At a certain moment, it seems that the wind does not move, the candle does not move, and time freezes. Then the clear sound of the zither pierced through the air from his fingertips, like a small arrow leaving the string and piercing into the heart, and then spread like ripples layer by layer, bringing tiny indescribable tremors.

I froze for a moment.

The wind swayed, the candles swayed, time swayed, and my heartstrings trembled together, all because of the smooth and agile zither sounds flowing through my body, and I even because they flowed to some nameless Sad about the end.

I am as insensitive to music as I am, and this is the first time I heard a heart-pounding sound.

And he just played the piano with his eyes down, the moonlight and long hair fell on his shoulders in white clothes and swayed with his fast-moving hands, his **** was so delicate and flexible, like butterflies flying among the strings.

I thought I would not be able to recognize the quality of this piece, but at this moment I really feel that it is so beautiful, even better than Ah Yao's playing fourteen years ago.

Time passed unconsciously, I looked at him without blinking, but saw his fingers trembling, and after an obvious noise, his fingers stopped in the air.

Butterflies disappear, the wind also disappears.

I looked at him and he looked at Jean.

There seemed to be only a short moment of silence, and he looked up at me, smiling innocently.

"How to play next, I forgot."

He stood up holding the qin, straightened the wrinkles on the clothes, and said with a smile: "I said that Changle praised me too much, but now you believe it."

I didn't respond to him, I just stretched out my hand and played a few notes on the piano. The sound was clumsy and not beautiful.

"Sure enough, it's not Qin who is mysterious, but you."

I raised my head and smiled slightly at his puzzled eyes.

"This song is very nice, what's its name?"

He didn't answer my question, but said: "Aren't you unable to hear the good and the bad?"

"I don't know if it sounds good or bad, I only know it sounds good."

"I ended up playing it all wrong."

"That's nice too."

Ji Yu stood there and turned her head to look at me for a while, the smile in her eyes gradually faded and became ambiguous. He said: "You really don't understand. I can't play it well, and I won't play it again in the future."

His hands trembled slightly as he said that.

Why didn't you play it? Obviously, when he was in Fanguo before, he would play the piano for Su Cheng to listen to.

But he never touched me when he played those ancient tunes for Su Teng, only this piece he wrote is so beautiful.

"You haven't told me the name of the piece yet."

"I even forgot why the remnant song should be famous."

His tone was light and fluffy, hiding all his emotions well. The wind was soft, the leaves rustled outside the window, and the moonlight fell on his purple silk clothes and the paulownia qin in his hand, outlining a cold and silent silver silhouette.

I looked at him for a while and said, "That's a pity."

He has areas that I can't touch, perhaps the past that was glimpsed in his quarrel with Gu Ling.

The next day I was invited to Yang's Mansion to learn cooking with Mo Lan. When she first arrived at the mansion, she was practicing martial arts. I stood by the lobby and watched her dance a red-tasseled spear so vigorously that my eyes were dazzled. She was already in her thirties, but her figure was as light as a young girl in her early twenties. Like a girl.

After dancing with the gun, she casually threw the gun to the servant, wiped her sweat and turned around to see me, her eyes widened in surprise.

"Madam Ye?"

I saluted to her, she returned the salute neatly and came over with a smile to hold me back.

"I let you catch me practicing guns, didn't it scare you?"

"Ma'am, you are very skilled. I am really surprised." I smiled.

Mo Lan waved her hand, pulled me into the inner hall and said, "You don't have to force it. Before, Mrs. Li forced me to watch me juggle the knife for a long time, and she was so scared that she fell ill for two days. The women of Mu Yun have been writing all day long. Wen quietly embroiders and listens to the music, and has to cover his heart when he sees swords and swords."

"Women from Muyun are indeed gentle and weak." After a pause, I said, "Fortunately, I am not a girl from Muyun."

She looked at me and I looked at her, both sides couldn't help laughing. She said: "It seems that when my husband is not at home, some people will watch me practice martial arts."

When practicing martial arts, Mo Lan was still happy and in a good mood. But when she started to learn cooking, her irascibility was fully revealed. She was able to dance the three-foot Qingfeng very well, but she was defeated by a small spatula. She threw the unrecognizable fish together with the pan on the stove, and the hot oil spilled all over the floor. The master chef of Wanxiang Restaurant beside me was silent and looked at Mo Lan uneasily.

Mo Lan uttered a series of jaw-dropping swear words in an extremely coherent manner, and then glared fiercely at the chef: "What the **** is going on here?"

The master thought she was blaming him, and was so frightened that he didn't know what to say, but in fact Mo Lan was angry with herself. I looked at her, and picked up a chopstick of the fish she made, and another chopstick of my fish.

However, I couldn't hold back and spit out the fish I made.

Mo Lan was distracted by me, picked up the fish I made with his chopsticks in doubt, then spit it out, and looked at me in dismay. She looked at my good-looking but unpalatable fish and her poor-looking but edible fish, and said with a wry smile, "I thought I was the only one who couldn't cook well."

"If you really do well, then do you still need to learn?" I smiled lightly, Mo Lan's irritability seemed to be calmed down a bit, she sighed lazily, and said to the master spoon: "Come on!"

Obviously I don't have any talent in cooking, just like I am clumsy in most manual work, I have only slowly improved after learning for a long time. Mo Lan was just a little impatient, and his learning speed was much faster than mine. She seems to like to get along with me very much. After a long time, she recognizes me as her younger sister, and when she goes out to meet people, she also calls me her younger sister. Even though I'm not very talkative or lively, I'm always called to accompany me wherever I go.

Including when I went to the teahouse to listen to books.

I sat down with her at the banquet, and my husband hadn't started talking yet, so I asked her why she was so persistent in learning cooking. Mo Lan snorted and said, "My husband always says that my cooking is terrible. When he comes back this year, I'll make a table for him to show him!"

Although it was a angry expression, but his face couldn't help turning red. She tried her best to prepare a surprise for her husband, but she was stubborn.

I just laughed.

She was a little embarrassed, so she cleared her throat and asked me, "Sister, why are you learning cooking?"

"I want to do something for my husband." I smiled and turned my eyes to the storyteller who started to tell the story on stage.

"After all, he was so kind to me."

Mo Lan nodded approvingly. It seemed that she had heard about Ye Sichen's beloved wife. As soon as the husband started speaking, she quickly shifted her attention, and listened intently to his jokes with her face in her hands.

I listened to Mr. Storyteller talk about some true and false things, how Ji Yu helped Song State destroy the other three countries in the melee after the fall of Qi State. Speaking of which, my thoughts and his thoughts coincided with each other back then. We both chose the Song Kingdom as our starting point, and we worked together. No wonder things went so smoothly.

Maybe that's why he came to me.

In the storyteller's mouth, Ji Yu is a god-man who is extremely clever and has a perfect plan, and even more gentle and gentle as a jade.

When the eight words "Gentleman as Gentle as Jade and Jiaojiao" came out of the storyteller's mouth, Mo Lan nodded in response, but the sound of spraying water followed by coughing came from the next table, as if someone was because of these words. Choking, a small exclamation came from over there.

"This is too outrageous. Ji Yu couldn't straighten up laughing when she heard it."

I turned my head to look at the slender man in blue at the next table. He was about the same age as Ji Yu, with a more elegant and calm demeanor. Maybe because he felt my gaze, he also turned his head to look at me, and smiled apologetically for his gaffe just now.

I watched him for a long time and couldn't help laughing. At the end of the show, I asked Mo Lan to wait a while and walked to his table. He looked up at me suspiciously and said with a smile, "What's the matter, girl?"

"Song Changjun, elder brother Changjun." I said slowly.

This time it was he who was stunned, the hand holding the teacup froze in the air, and looked straight into my eyes.

"You...you are..."

"I'm Jiujiu."

He almost jumped up from the chair, and lifted up my veil in a rude manner, causing Fang's mother to yell at me and separate Song Changjun from me like she was protecting a chicken. Song Changjun's eyes were moist, and he ignored Fang's mother's scolding and pushed her away. He held my shoulders and looked me up and down. "

He is Song Xi, whose style name is Changjun. He was the son of Tai Shiling of the first Qi Dynasty, and he was accompanied by the son of the Qi State. He grew up with us, just like my elder brother. After the death of Master Tai Shiling, he resigned from office and went to travel around the world. Since then, there has been little news.

I didn't expect to see him here.

Song Changjun was scolded **** by Fang's mother, and he was still crying and laughing hard to calm down. Mo Lan came over when he saw the movement on our side, and whispered to me—is this man crazy.

While comforting Song Changjun, I said to Mo Lan, "This is my neighbor's elder brother. Now all my relatives have passed away, and his relatives have also dispersed. Although we are not related by blood, we are like relatives now."

After Song Changjun calmed down a little, he heard Fang's mother call my wife, and said in surprise: "Jiujiu, are you married?"

I nodded and said with a smile: "Not long ago, my husband was Boss Ye from Anye Mipu."

"Ah, I heard that he is very kind to his wife... so his wife is you." Song Changjun was very pleased, and sighed: "I didn't expect Jiujiu to be married now."

When he was young, he seemed to have said that he was worried that after I got married, it would be difficult for me to get along with my husband. Looking at the way he sighed now, he should still have the same idea.