Piano

Chapter 16
The little tow on the top of her head jumped up and down with her movements, and the little cloth shoes made a small rustling sound when they stepped on the grass.

Lan Xuesheng walked across the path and threw herself into the arms of the old man. In the dream, the grandfather's body was still as strong as before, and he didn't see the emaciated appearance tortured by illness before he passed away.

She gently rubbed her cheek against the skirt of the old man's clothes rather attached, and the fresh and clean smell of soap came into her mind along her nose, carrying a warm fragrance.

"Grandpa, what are we eating today?" Lan Xuesheng raised her head, her eye circles turned red uncontrollably.

In response, the old man raised his hand and lovingly touched the top of her hair, smiling kindly and gently: "Today, today we eat Xiaoxuesheng's favorite roast pork ribs."

"Okay, the pork ribs made by grandpa are the most delicious!" Lan Xue nodded, and almost instinctively tightened Lan Tingsong's fingers on the way back.

The noon sun pierces through the canopy of the trees, leaving mottled shadows, and everything in the small mountain courtyard in the dream is still the same.

The little lihua guarding the gate of the small courtyard saw the two of them and flicked its tail lazily. Lan Xuesheng looked down at its fat face, and couldn't help squatting down and rubbing its cat fur.

"You raccoon, how could you be so fat in your dream?" Lan Xue muttered with a sullen face, and the little raccoon meowed and broke free from her clutches.

"Xiaoxuesheng, stop playing, come and eat!"

Lan Tingsong in the room over there had already prepared the meals. She heard the old man calling her from inside the door, and she hurriedly got up and patted the cat hair sticking to her hands: "Okay, Grandpa, I'll be right here."

A plate of pork ribs on the table was burnt to a translucent oily state. Lan Xuesheng took a piece and put it in his mouth, but surprisingly, he couldn't taste it.

Maybe it's been too long since she had eaten pork ribs cooked by her grandfather, and the taste of this pork ribs in her memory has been gradually forgotten by her with the passage of time, just as she has long forgotten the black spot on the top of the little raccoon's head Whether there are five or three.

The old cat who was raised by his grandfather went with him when he died. She struggled for a long time at that time, and finally buried this person and the cat in one place.

Lan Xuesheng looked down at the porcelain bowl, her eyes dimmed, she pursed the corners of her lips, then picked up the ribs, and ate the meat in big mouthfuls.

——Not being able to taste the taste does not affect her ability to eat these ribs made by her grandfather herself. If she can, she even hopes that this dream can last longer, longer.

She was not a dreamer in the past, so the chance to see Grandpa again in a dream like today is even more rare.

When she was young, she always laughed at the people in the TV series who were so afraid of the death of their loved ones, but when the death really fell on her, she realized how difficult this pain is to overcome.

Time can only numb people every inch, so numb that they think they have forgotten everything.

In fact, it's just self-deception.

Lan Xuesheng's fingertips trembled, almost missing the severed bone.

After the meal, Lan Tingsong led her to bring her two-foot violin. She sat on the piano bench and looked down at the piano score carefully.

Six-year-old Lan Xuesheng is still not the qin master Yun Se who once shocked the piano world for a while. The first score that her grandfather gave her was just the simplest piece of piano music "Opening Fingers Huang Yingyin".

But even such a simple piece of music, she learned it very seriously.

In the dream, the body of the six-year-old child was hard to control, and she stumbled and stumbled, as if she had retraced the road of learning the piano all over again in a trance.

Yellow warbler, yellow warbler, golden tuft.

Bilingual, in the depths of peach and apricot blossoms.

And with the smoke, the bees went out, singing and dancing wildly. (Original lyrics of "Huang Ying Yin", for the score, see "Shi Lin Guang Ji" by Chen Yuanliang in the Southern Song Dynasty)
After learning this song, the sun outside the window has already slanted down the mountain.

So Lan Xuesheng put away the piano, and then grabbed the small basket to help the old man choose the vegetables to eat in the evening, and when the smoke cleared from the roof of the hut, Lan Tingsong carried the piece of paper under the clear brilliance of the courtyard. With the inspiration of green pine.

"Is grandpa going to play the piano?" Lan Xuesheng, who was enjoying the cool in the courtyard, jumped off the rocking chair when she saw this, and jumped to the piano table in two or three steps with her cattail fan in hand.

Bai Yumo's qin emblem was a little warm in the frost. She touched the pines and cypresses carved on the qin lightly, and couldn't help asking the question she asked 20 years ago: "But it's so late, How can grandpa see the badge on the piano?"

"If you can't see clearly, then don't look at it." The old man bent his eyes and smiled, and brushed away a speck of dust that fell on the dragon's gums with his fingertips. Lan Xue turned her eyes and locked the old man's face tightly. In a second, she heard the words that had been engraved in her heart for 20 years.

"When our luthiers play the piano, we never use our eyes." Lan Tingsong said, reaching out and touching the young boy's chest, "but with his heart—"

"Xuesheng, you need to use this to go to Aiqin, and use this to listen to the sound of the qin."

"You'll feel a lot of different things—"

For example, the trembling of the strings, the resonance between the fingertips and the qin; the rustling sound of the tassels colliding with each other when the qin is turned; and the life of the qin hidden in the gray tire and the belly of the groove.

"Qin is a living thing." The old man looked solemn, with indescribable piety in his eyes, he raised his fingers and carefully set the tone of Huang Zhong, and then reached out and hugged Lan Xuesheng to his knees.

"Tonight's moonlight is just right. Grandpa will play "A Good Night" for Xiao Xuesheng, okay?" Lan Tingsong asked Lan Xuesheng's opinion with a smile, and the latter nodded heavily upon hearing this.

When the first overtone sounded, Lan Xuesheng felt that all distracting thoughts in her heart were suddenly emptied, she shook her head quietly, and was immersed in the piano music after a few breaths.

Different from the simple and far-reaching original score of "Good Night Yin", the tune that has been revised many times by later generations is elegant and long.

Before the end of the first zither piece, she subconsciously raised her head to look at the frosty moon in the sky. At that moment, she suddenly understood where the meaning of "happy" in "A Good Night" came from.

——From the little raccoon flower in the yard, from the plate of roasted pork ribs on the stove, from the bright moon in front of your eyes and the music of the qin in your ears.

Come from here, come from every moment of the most peaceful and leisurely here.

She didn't know if He Ruobi was the original work of "A Good Night", or she didn't have to worry about it from the beginning to the end.

The joy that best fits the breezy breeze and bright moon in the music scene of "A Good Night" has never been the joy of a great victory, and that joy may only be hidden in a certain night that is the most ordinary for him.

In short, one night, he looked up at the clear moon in the sky, leaving behind the dangers of the battlefield and the hustle and bustle of the court, only the moonlight for a breath was clear enough, and he let go of the resentment and unwillingness, only this moment of joy It is pure enough.

This is the real "good night", and this is the purest "happy".

It turned out to be like this... It turned out to be as simple as that.

Lan Xue murmured silently, and the qin music by her ear quietly quieted down at some point, and Lan Xue's voice, which came back to her senses, hit grandpa's smiling eyes just in time.

Lan Tingsong looked at her, and slightly bent the corners of her lips: "Xiao Xuesheng, did you find what you were looking for?"

"If you found it, you should go back."

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