Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 97 (Short Story --- Broken Sword)

The piano player in the distance is carrying the piano.The pace was light, without the slightest hesitation, he walked unhurriedly with the eyes of pedestrians looking at him.

The qin is made of sycamore wood and is covered with bluestone-colored falling flowers and flowing water.

The violin master came to an unguarded house with ease, closed the door, and immediately a few children stuck their heads out, looked her up and down, and immediately welcomed her in with joy, and the sound of tables, chairs, benches and the ground rubbing against the ground could not be heard. , mixed with the surprised cries of the children, it was really rare and lively.

This courtyard was originally the private property of a local squire. No one lived there on weekdays, but it was sent to clean it regularly, and it was clean.Later, the political situation in Dayanguo was turbulent, and wars broke out everywhere. I don't know how many strong men were arrested, and how many died in battle.

The hostess showed kindness and used the empty house as a shelter for the orphans. She also provided porridge at the door every day to help those who fled.

Pedestrians wondered: Is this harpist a guest of the house?Or did the hostess invite in to cheer up the children?That's a bit too "elegant". Who would have the heart to do this during the war? There are some pedestrians who are suspicious, some who pretend to ignore them, and some who pretend to ignore them. In short, the courtyard is quiet at this time. The children also sit neatly in a row.

At this time, the melodious sound of the piano came out from the courtyard.

The sound of the qin was not loud, but it had the tendency to pierce through rocks and crack clouds, and people outside the courtyard could hear it clearly. The weight of the hit, see Yunyan Guangxiu.

Someone in the crowd exclaimed: "Baiyun Qin Shi"

According to legend, she came from fairyland, because even God was jealous of her talent, so she ordered Bai Xue to take back the dark color of her hair, and her black hair turned into smoke-like gray now.

No one knew who she was, where she came from, and even "Baiyun Qin Shi" was just a nickname given to her by others.

After a few songs, the pedestrians outside the hospital were already intoxicated.

After a few songs, the courtyard was surrounded by children.

The children asked questions, and the violin master could only see the yellowish little head, and smiled bitterly, "Come one by one, and so will not escape."

A little girl with a braid of sheep's horns said, "Sister Qin Shi, you are finally back, what fun did you go to this time?"

Another child said, "The 36 swordsmen last time were very interesting. Is my sister going to tell this story this time!"

"Sister, sister—"

A woman of the same age as the violinist reprimanded: "Okay, alright, don't keep pestering Mr." The violinist quickly waved his hands, adjusted the strings, half-closed his eyes, and when he looked up again, his eyes were full of smiles: "Somewhere from all over the world. For my family, I have heard more stories than others, so why not tell them, right or not?"

The children cheered: "Yes"

The luthier raised his hand to put on the strings and played a few simple syllables. After a long time, he opened his mouth and said:

The wind whistled and the sword cold frost, and the lonely voice broke through the sky.

A little dust falls from a thousand mountains, and the Buddha wind and leaves are scattered.

Lightly jumped three thousand miles, often laughing sadly in the dream.
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The moon leaned against the tall building, the night wind was slightly drunk, and it was frightened by a few willows, pulling up a few breaths of rustling, only the egret of Foxiao, streaked across the verdant green, splashed with waves.

A few cicadas chirped the empty mulberry forest, walking slowly on Xiaoguan Road in August, the dead leaves crunched under his feet, and the fragrance of Shiyuan was rippling with the breeze.

The bright moonlight shone through the swaying wind chimes on the only remaining blade, and the cold light flashed.He leaned over and stood up, a few traces of rust reflected in the eyes of the dusk, and his thoughts were drawn into the distant battlefield again.
Recalling that the flowers were blooming and the sun was not dry.

The young man who hadn't entered the world was dressed in white clothes, and his transparent and deep eyes reflected that he was three points pure and seven points sincere.With the rise of wind and smoke, I bid farewell to the sycamore tree that accompanied me for 17 years, my mentor who has been kind to me for 17 years, and the ten-year agreement I made with my junior sister when I was 17 years old.

Carrying a long sword and leaving alone, he left with the ambition of Peng Bai, who was at the head of the national disaster.Towards that light, move forward.But he never saw the tenderness in his sister's eyes and quietly left with him.
This is the so-called juvenile, young and vigorous, only running forward, never paying attention to the flowers and plants beside him.Maybe you think it is too small, and your ambition is so starry, but you run wildly, but there is always someone behind you to take good care of it.

That year, the horses crossed the border, and the blood was on the battlefield.

When I looked up, I couldn't see the blue sun, and the gray-red sky could not be seen clearly. The whole world seemed to be shrouded in a dim abyss. At the same time, there were those complicated thoughts, only the sound of the horns hovered in my mind.

The blood fluttered, the yellow sand surged, and he shuttled between the sea of ​​​​people in white clothes. I wonder if this is the magic power of Huang Sha.People's eyes and pupils are full of madness, after all, they are born to death.

"call out----"

A sharp arrow pierced through the sky and lifted his long hair up. The corners of his mouth overflowed with a hint of red, but he laughed out loud. It was a rebellious and unruly that was almost forgotten. The sun and moon faded for it, and the stars were dimmed.
Sigh that year when the cherry blossoms and snow were flying, and the world was alone.

The flute was melodious, the sky snowed again, and the open city gate finally announced the end of the war and the end of your youth.

You once said that Yingfei and Caochang should be carried on the shoulders of young people, but why did you ever think that this world is inherently unfair.

You once thought that as you rose up, you would get a piece of peace, but you never thought that this "Sheng Ming" sitting above the nine heavens is not "Sheng Ming".

"tick-tick-tick-"

In the twinkling of an eye, the midsummer, the uninvited showers, like your thoughts, descended in a complicated and heavy manner, as if angrily whipping the earth, causing a shock.

The rain fell on the fingers of Huang Zou, and then slid onto the broken long sword. My thoughts were also interrupted by this uninvited guest, I don't know whether to regret or be glad.

"Yeah, it's raining"

He carefully put away the broken sword, and then tried to straighten his body.

Turn around and leave.

He seems to have strengthened his faith again, and the plane trees in his hometown are still looking forward to his return.

(End of this chapter)