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Chapter 50 50. Shakuhachi (for further reading)

Surrounded by the sound of heavy rain, Ju Qingxue didn't notice anything unusual.

She was absorbed in her lunch.

The old shopkeeper's craftsmanship is really good, and he almost caught up with her.

"Whoo~"

Matsudaira breathed a sigh of relief.

It's really dangerous, she thought to herself... If the secret between herself and Ah Qing is exposed, she will definitely be scolded by Mrs. Yu again, and maybe because of this, she will never be able to see Ah Qing again.

"Eat well." Ju Qingxian said in her ear.

"……Oh."

Matsudaira replied obediently.

In the next second, she frowned, and said aggrievedly: "It's so unpalatable, Xiaowei can't eat it..."

"Be good." Ju Qingxian squeezed her little hand.

"……All right."

Matsudaira reluctantly ate a few mouthfuls.

Although her sense of taste was suffering, the boy's palm wrapped her little hand warmly, making her feel extremely happy.

From time to time, those emerald green eyes secretly glanced at Tangerine Qingxian, like the water of a lake wrinkled by the spring breeze, giving it a soft and charming taste.

It was raining heavily outside the house, and splashes of water splashed in from the eaves from time to time.

Looking towards the gate, the dark rain clouds filled the entire field of vision, blurred and indistinct, reminiscent of a vast and boundless scene.

The old shopkeeper leaned against the doorpost.

Blackened yellow teeth, whitened eyes.

In his hand he held a shakuhachi, an edged, vibrating air-sounding wind instrument made of bamboo.

There was a strong wind outside, he looked at the temple on the mountain, put the shakuhachi to his mouth, and was about to play it.

"Excuse me." Tachibana Qingxian came to him and said loudly as usual: "I like shakuhachi very much, can you lend me a practice?"

The shopkeeper was slightly taken aback.

Seeing the confidence shining between the boy's brows, he passed the bamboo in his hand.

"Thank you."

Tachibana Kiyoaki bent down politely, and took the shakuhachi with both hands.

After adjusting his breathing slightly, he put his lips on the blowhole and slowly closed his eyes.

He is Mr. Qingxian.

The moment his mouth blows on the shakuhachi, beauty is created.

As soon as the desolate and vast melody shakes the air, it overwhelms any sound, whether it is thunder, wind, or rain...all of them are just the sound of nature harmonizing for him.

Ju Qingxue opened her eyes slightly.

The song played by my younger brother is called "Gaoya~メインテーマ", which comes from "The Tale of Genji Thousand Years".In a desolate and desolate piece, with a thick and quaint ethereal tune, it perfectly matches the temperament of my younger brother.

The music swirled hollowly in the valley in the heavy rain.

The cold wind swayed the branches, making the already desolate tune even more depressed.

Ju Qingxian seemed to have turned into a bird.

The cry of a bird came from his throat.

In his reticent childhood, he was exposed to a lot of musical instruments to pass the time.Born in a conservative old Chinese family, traditional musical instruments are indispensable. He has the experience of playing on various occasions.

He has no sense of intimacy with most things, but he can accept music.

If it happens to be a dusk or a moonlit night when there is no one there, you will bring a fife, shakuhachi, or shamisen and play in the courtyard for a while.

Every little note, they are humble, fearless, happily, quietly...Looking forward to the future!However, the present that he can touch is the present that when his hand touches something he wants to grasp, that object immediately turns into sand, and his vision completely turns into a desert.

Ah Yin narrowed his eyes slightly.

The expression on her face was a little intoxicated.

The body became still, and the fan stopped shaking, and she found that she quite liked this strange piece of music.

The characteristic of wind instruments is the beautiful and desolate feeling that passes over my heart.Although the timbre is desolate and vast, it can also express an ethereal and tranquil artistic conception.

It's like being in a Japanese-style garden with vines in the flower field under the setting sun, and the benches still have the afterglow of people who have just left; although it is gorgeous, it is not popular, although it is bleak, it makes people yearn for it.

As expected of Ah Qing, it's so delicious... The corners of Ah Yin's mouth twitched slightly.

The smile revealed in this intoxication made her even more beautiful and charming.

"...This kid, looks familiar." Swordsman Liu Sheng scratched his cheek, a little suspicious, "Could it be Young Master Qing..."

"Amitabha."

Master Yuanhai clasped his hands together.

Even the unidentified uncle was stunned and thought: If I had half the charm back then, Sakura wouldn't have fallen in love with Fat Tiger from the next class...

Misty and ethereal music, flowing like water.

Ju Qingxian closed her eyes, pressed her lips against the bamboo, and blew lightly.

When he followed his father to various old Chinese gatherings, he was also forced to play in front of everyone, and his good reputation was accumulated time and time again.

But the tackiness of those parties was too heavy.

Although the beauties are all charming and charming, they lack elegance and will keep pinching his face and rubbing his head.

Also...

The old man of the Tokugawa family was really very sick.

While wishing he could strangle himself to death, he also devoted himself to cultivating himself sickly, drawing comfort from those boastful words about himself...

Tachibana Qingxian thought to himself, how funny.

I also want to learn how to play this... Matsudaira Yui's eyes were longing, with a slight hint of admiration.

She leaned forward slightly, ready to rush forward when Ju Qingxian stopped.

Ju Qingxue beside her had moist eyes.

The song is over.

A family falls.

An unpleasant time also came to an end yesterday.

Tachibana Qingxian put down the shakuhachi.

All eyes were on him.

In the afternoon of a thunderstorm, the sky was dim.

He is the only color in the pantomime.

"Wow, Ah Qing, that's great!"

Matsudaira Yui was the first to react and ran towards him from behind.

A jubilant young girl with clear spring eyes, a cheek that can be broken by blows, and a little bit of cute baby fat; she ran towards the boy with her calves, and her steps looked so light and vigorous.

It's like a silly roe deer that suddenly jumped out of the forest in spring.

She ran to the door and grabbed Ju Qingxian's arm: "I will also teach Xiaowei how to play in the future, okay? Okay~~"

"it is good."

Tachibana Qingxian replied, her voice was extremely clear.

"It's a promise!"

Matsudaira lowered her head, bumped her head against his chest, and laughed.

The other guests in the teahouse were still savoring the aftertaste of the music.

Only Ju Qingxue covered her mouth.

The tip of her nose was a little sore.

Tears welled up slightly in the eye sockets, but she held back them.

The more people praised Tachibana Qingxian, the more she wanted to know how this child spent his childhood... She seemed to see through the desolate tune, the lonely appearance of his younger brother playing the bamboo flute to the sunset .

Tachibana Qingxian was held by Yui Matsudaira with one hand, and handed the shakuhachi back to the shopkeeper with the other hand.

"You play the shakuhachi, it sounds really good, I feel ashamed." The shopkeeper said with emotion, and put the shakuhachi outside to let the rain wash it off.

"How long have you been here?" Ju Qingxian asked straightforwardly.

The shopkeeper sighed, and replied: "It should be in fifteen or sixteen years."

"Excuse me, have you ever seen or heard about Tengu's deeds during this period of time?"

"Naturally there is."

With a bang, the half-hidden door seemed to be kicked open vigorously by a foot.

The wind and rain blew into the door in unison, everyone was frowning and squinting, and a dazzling lightning flashed outside the window.

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(End of this chapter)