Piano

Chapter 1
"I said you, if you don't drink too much, don't compete to toast the leader!"

The long street was empty, and the man angrily helped a drunk man, staggering his steps.

The cold moonlight dragged two ghost-like shadows on the ground, and the street lights were dim, reflecting the deep resentment in the man's eyes: "The leaders of the left and right don't want to see us—"

"Look, people don't even care about the wine when it's gone, and I have to drag you back in the end."

After the man finished speaking, he couldn't help but rolled his eyes, while pressing the drunk man's waving arm tightly, he subconsciously stretched out his hand and pulled the shirt behind him.

The old city after the third watch was always so quiet that people were stunned. Looking at the long street, he unexpectedly thought of the haunted rumors circulating in Daicheng recently.

"Come on, calm down, go, if you don't go back, my mother-in-law will be angry." The man pressed his voice and urged in a low voice, "And this old place is very creepy, I always feel gross."

"Why, are you still afraid of seeing ghosts?" The drunkard Shale swayed and raised his hand to touch his neck while talking, "What ghost can kill your wife!"

"But don't tell me, there's something wrong with this place, and my neck is always itchy."

"Like, like something's been blowing air down my spine..."

The drunk man muttered and turned his head, turned his head to meet a strange bird with a human face, four green eyes fixed on the drunk man's face, his originally drunken mind immediately woke up——

"Ghost...Ghost, ghost..."

"There's a ghost!!!"

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[There are ghosts, there are ghosts, there are really ghosts in Daicheng recently, don’t believe me, I saw it with my own eyes, yesterday I worked overtime until midnight, and after work, I ran into it in the alley of South Street, such a big head, The eyes are still green... I was so scared that I almost threw away my bag! ]
[Yes, yes, I also saw it two days ago, but unfortunately I was too scared to crawl and forgot to take a picture with my phone. When I got home, my mother said that I was delusional after reading too many novels, and gave me a big fight! ]
[It's not just a question of hell, haven't you noticed?Recently, the weather in Daicheng is also very strange. It is reasonable that we should have been quite rainy in June and July, but it has not rained at all for more than a month. I heard that Guierping was so dry that it almost caught fire. ]
"Tsk." Lan Xue tsk softly, put down her phone in boredom, and lay down on the counter listlessly.

This Monday, most of the students are at school, and there are no customers in the piano store. She is too idle, so she wants to have some fun on social software. How can she go from a certain bar to Big Eye Boy? She has turned around so much In the end, only so many things were dug up.

Haunted... bumping into monsters, what era is this, and what kind of feudal superstitions are these people doing here?

Not materialistic at all.

I don't know how they lived in Ma Yuanmao back then.

Lan Xue smacked her lips and shook her head, suddenly someone pushed the door and rang the wind chime on the eaves.

"Excuse me, can you repair the piano?"

The girl carrying the violin case carefully closed the sliding door. She looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, with black hair and snow skin, and an improved national style long dress, covered with a loose-sleeved embroidered gown of good material .

If it wasn't for Lan Xuesheng's understanding that Daicheng has neither musicals nor competitions in the near future, she would almost regard this girl as a performer who ran out of the theater.

"What piano?" Lan Xue, who had seen the girl's appearance clearly, was slightly startled, then quickly got up and cleared the cups and cups on the tea table in the shop, leaving a large space.

"Guqin, a guqin of some age." The girl lowered her eyes, raised her hand to remove the violin case on her body, and opened the zipper lightly. There was a broken-stringed guqin with antlers and frost embryos wrapped in the brocade-faced silk pouch. Lan Xuesheng Stretching his head, he saw a layer of broken lines scattered on the surface of the piano, and couldn't help taking a deep breath.

In Huang Cheng's "Painting (sound "Xiu") Ornament Record" in the Ming Dynasty, it is said that if the guqin has broken plum blossoms, it is a treasure;

And the broken lines on the surface of the guqin in front of her suddenly showed the shape of a turtle's back occasionally mixed with cracks of plum blossoms!
——Turtleback Plum Blossom Break, it is really the Turtle Back Plum Blossom Break that can be born on the thousand-year-old Guqin!

Lan Xue quietly crushed her fingertips in a bewildered voice. She never thought that in her lifetime, she would be able to witness the broken lines that only appeared in ancient books.

This girl's family is not simple.

Lan Xue silently glanced at the girl beside her, who didn't seem to notice it, stretched out her hand, and stroked the forehead of the piano with pity: "My string is broken, I want to get a new one."

"I don't know if you have suitable strings here."

"There are still two sets of Guqin strings in the store." Lan Xuesheng looked solemn, "I just don't know which strings you want."

"Of course it's silk strings." The girl smiled, "However, my qin is a five-stringed qin, and the silk strings used may be different from those of ordinary ancient qin."

"Can your silk string match?"

"Five strings?" Lan Xuesheng couldn't help being taken aback when she heard this, and then lowered her head to look carefully at the guqin in the box—her eyes were drawn away by the broken lines on the surface of the piano just now, and she really didn't notice Cheng How many string eyes are there on the dew?

"Well, the ancient five-stringed qin is only the five-stringed qin made by Yu Gongshangjiao Zhengyu." The girl nodded slightly, and when she turned to look at Lan Xuesheng, there was an inexplicable hope in her pupils, "You Does this have such strings?"

"Well, girl, to be honest, I really can't repair the five-stringed qin." Lan Xuesheng coughed a little embarrassedly, "The guqins in the piano store are all seven-stringed, and the strings left in the store are naturally all Accompanied by a civil and military lyre."

"—If the banjo in your hand is only removed and the other two strings can be matched, but if it is not... the banjo has been lost for a long time, I really can't do anything."

"That's it." The corners of the girl's lips pursed slightly, and the loss in her eyes almost overflowed. She carefully put away the guqin on the table without saying a word, and finally put the case on her back, and leaned slightly towards Lan Xuesheng, "Thank you store, today It turned out that I was abrupt."

"The material and thickness of the strings of this lyre are different from the first five strings of common lyres. It is true that the second strings of civil and martial arts are not the only ones... If not, I wouldn't have come all the way from Huaiyang to find here."

"It's a pity that even though I have spent so much time and energy, I still haven't... That's all, probably this is the fate of this piano." After finishing speaking, the girl sighed in disappointment, and started to walk out the door with the piano case on her back.

Lan Xuesheng was moved by the line of melancholy hidden in her eyes when she turned around, and almost subconsciously raised her voice to stop her: "Wait!"

The girl turned her head in response, her eyes revealing her inquiry.

"How about...you can add me a V letter first." Lan Xuesheng, who secretly regretted her impulsiveness, scratched her head in embarrassment. Something about banjo restoration."

"Let's add a friend first. If I get relevant news someday, I can tell you in time with V letter—"

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...Damn it, I finally added the girl's v-letter.

Obviously, she has long since quit the qin party.

Why today!
Tsk, it really was the turtle-backed plum blossom that missed her.

Lan Xuesheng, who floated back to the apartment like a ghost, absent-mindedly put the key into the keyhole, and the key made a tooth-sickening sound as it was turned.

When she opened the door, she habitually raised her eyes to look around. Unexpectedly, when she raised her eyes, her line of sight collided with the four-eyed monster bird hanging upside down under the curtain shelf.

　Instructions for reading:
　　Non-network style, no cp, the main intangible cultural heritage Guqin × Shan Hai Jing monster.

　　The heroine Lan Xuesheng complained about serving as a violinist, with a big heart, a bit funny;

　　Estimated short essays of 20 words, to be submitted via the intangible cultural heritage essay card.

　　The article involves guqin knowledge, knowledge of monsters, which the author learned by himself, Du Niang, and flipping books to supplement.

　　But the author is not a guqin professional after all. Although he has learned guqin, it is inevitable that there will be some mistakes. If there are professional mistakes, please point them out in time and will correct them.

　　As for the origin of the guqin, this article chooses the theory of Fuxi making the qin, and directly selects the theory of the five-stringed qin for the effect of the article.

　　(For the saying that Fuxi made pianos, some said he made one string, others said five strings, three strings or even one hundred and eight strings. It was too complicated, so I directly chose five strings, which is more convenient.)
　　Please don't be ky when reading the text.

　　Not a cool article, not even a web article.

　　The author has given up the electronic subscription, please feel free.

　　By the way, finish the old book advertisement by yourself.

　　Xianxia "Sword Immortal She Writes Storybooks With One Heart"

　　The old saying "Xuanmen's little master is divination again"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)