imperial psychologist

Chapter 441 Tangled Heartstrings

The song is an old song, "Evening on the outskirts of Moscow."

Berlin sings, how good the night is, how bright the heart is, in this charming night...

Zhang Jingzhen's hands tapped the rhythm slowly on his knees. Although he didn't know the words to follow, the tune was catchy and he could hum along with the brothers and sisters after only listening to a section.

"The small river flows quietly, with slight waves, the silver moonlight is reflected on the water surface, there is a gust of breeze, a gust of singing, what a quiet night..."

"My sweetheart, sitting beside me, watching me silently..."

Hearing this passage, Chen Yicong suddenly felt his heart tremble slightly.

"I want to tell you, but I'm embarrassed, how many words I keep in my heart..."

His gaze was almost like a swallow on a rainy day, briskly passing over the face of his sweetheart, and then inadvertently cast it on the orange-red charcoal basin.

"The long night is over, the sky is getting bright, I sincerely wish you, good girl; I hope that from now on, you and I will never forget—"

Both Bai Ling and Bai Yi stopped singing at this point.

The next line is, "evening outside Moscow."

But how to explain where Moscow is?
So the two coincidentally stuck in the shell here.

"It's gone?" Zeng Jiuyan looked over in a daze, "There should be one more sentence, it's that——um, um, um, um, um~"

Listening to Zeng Jiuyan's humming, Bai Ling laughed, and she tied the hair around Wan Wan's ear, "...don't remember the words."

"Yeah, I don't remember either..."

"Is it Qian Sang's folk song again?" Chen Yicong asked.

"Yeah." The siblings nodded at the same time. Bai Yi looked at Bai Ling and asked a little uncertainly, "Qian Sang... at night in the suburbs?"

"That's right," Bo Ling thought for a while, "It should be this."

"Since ancient times, Qiansangzhai soldiers have been famous all over the world, and the ancestors relied on them to achieve great things." Zhang Jingzhen sighed with a smile, "As expected of a local folk song, those nine tunes are all sung straightforwardly."

"Bluntly?" Zeng Jiuyan frowned slightly, "When the song was sung to the end, it didn't say whether the person had spoken to his sweetheart or not."

Zhang Jingzhen clapped his palms and thought for a while, "I think there is a hint. The first two sections of the song describe the scene, the third section talks about the singer's thoughts, but the fourth section has a faint meaning of farewell, like the sky is getting brighter, people I want to set off, so leave my heartfelt blessings, and say the oath of never forgetting—”

"Why isn't it an oath between the two of you after expressing your heart?" Chen Yicong interjected.

Zhang Jingzhen froze for a moment, "...that's right, there's nothing wrong with understanding this way."

He thought about it again, "Perhaps the current situation makes people think of the eve before a man goes to the battlefield.

"I want to confide my heart, but because I will leave home soon, I don't know if I can come back alive, so I just keep this good feeling in my heart-but these two people spent a night together outside, and they even sang a song. Get out...is this really all right?"

"Maybe Qian Sang's folk customs are enlightened," Zeng Jiuyan said with a smile, "I've read some similar stories in Unofficial History Collections—"

"Stop, stop," Zhang Jingzhen raised Zeng Jiuyan's hand, "Shut up your nasty talk, it's not appropriate to do this tonight."

Zeng Jiuyan laughed loudly, he stood up and moved his hands and feet, then turned around and said, "Anyway, I don't like this song, I don't say what I need to say, I keep my words in my heart, it's not like what men do at all—"

Chen Yicong was drinking tea, and choked when he heard this.Lu Dou hurried forward to pat Chen Yicong on the back, and he waved his hand to let Lu Dou go down.

Zeng Jiuyan was unaware of this, and continued, "Bo Yi, do you have any more exciting songs? The ones that sound exciting."

"Yes," Bai Ling answered, and she looked at Bai Yi, "Does "Katyusha" count? "Song of the Youth League Members" also counts?"

"Forget it, count it all!"

Like "Night in the Suburbs of Moscow", these two old Soviet songs are singing some specific scenes and specific stories.

Although it sounds very different from the tunes in the southeast area of ​​Dazhou, whether it is watching the return of a loved one in the hometown, or young people listening to the horn and embarking on the journey...

These feelings have been the same since ancient times.

Although Zeng Jiuyan could neither guard the frontier, defend his home and country, nor have any distant girls to miss in his heart, he was still very happy singing these songs.

In one night, he learned all the songs of Katyusha and the youth league members, and by the way, he discussed with Zhang Jingzhen how there is still a surname of "Ka". Zhang Jingzhen directly asked him if he had heard of "Katyusha's Fire Dragon", maybe The world is so big that there are all kinds of surnames.

Chen Yicong looked over instantly - Carl Sagan's fire dragon was a story that Bo Ling once told him.

It's just that he doesn't understand why Zhang Jingzhen also knows that Bai Ling's class doesn't even have handouts and review books... Could it be that she also talked to Zhang Jingzhen in person?

This thought made Chen Yicong frown instantly.

……

At this moment in Qinyuan, Mr. Hengyuan was leaning on the bed, listening to Han Chong talk about the recent investigation findings one by one.

There was still a porcelain bowl on the table not far from him, and more than half of the taro rice in it was left.

After the snow fell, his cough did improve slightly, and he could barely eat at night before, but today he ate a small bowl of rice.

"Okay, there's no need to talk about these..." Mr. Heng Yuan interrupted Han Chong's report lightly, "Let's just talk about your judgment."

"...Bai Ling has nothing unusual recently." Han Chong's voice was slow, "What Ming Gong wants, the evidence that she wants to escape, my subordinates can't find it."

Mr. Hengyuan raised his eyebrows in a little surprise. He picked up the cold tea on the bedside table and murmured softly, "Can...you can make it so watertight?"

"It's the subordinate's incompetence."

Mr. Heng Yuan shook his head, "No, Han Chong, your thinking is wrong..."

"Please make it clear."

"I don't want you to check if there is any abnormality in Bailing, do you want to escape?" Mr. Hengyuan coughed slightly, he took out the veil, and temporarily covered his mouth and nose, and waited for this period of discomfort to pass before he He whispered, "But take this as an inevitable result, and then dig out... clues.

"You have to push her, all the usual behaviors, one or two steps back, and then think about whether there are other possibilities."

Han Chong frowned slightly.

"Do you understand why neighbors are suspicious of the axe?" Mr. Heng Yuan whispered, with a somewhat self-deprecating smile on his face, "Believe that she is going to escape first, and then it will be easier to find clues..."

Han Chong was silent for a moment, but finally he was still a little puzzled.

"Why?" He said softly, "Ming Gong must believe that Bo Ling will leave."

"Because..." Mr. Hengyuan breathed a sigh of relief, "She will never follow Junping's old path again."

Speaking of this, Mr. Hengyuan suddenly remembered that day when he was playing chess, Bo Ling said "Don't approach that good night gently".

He himself smiled uncertainly.

Maybe he is following Junping's old path.

(End of this chapter)