Piano

Chapter 8
"Upstairs is autistic counting hair." Yong Niao replied casually, and brought a soy milk fritter in his hand.

It can be seen that after this short night, he has already adapted well to his identity as a cook, and he can consciously start cooking even without being reminded by others.

"Count your hair? Are you monsters and wielders also troubled by hair loss?" Lan Xuesheng glared at her panda eyes, grabbed the chopsticks, and stuffed a piece of fried dough stick into her mouth.

Compared to soaking this thing in soy milk, she prefers to eat it with an empty mouth, lest a bowl of soup will be too greasy to swallow at the end.

"Theoretically, there was no such thing." But didn't you encounter such an unlucky bastard like you?

——Being asked so blatantly, how can you not be autistic! !
The young man pinched the rag and hesitated to speak, and finally swallowed the words that came to his lips, and changed his explanation with difficulty: "...the seal of Xiqin was loose after the string was broken. , many monsters ran out one after another."

"Although most of the people who can run out at this moment are not deep in Taoism and do not cause much harm, but there are many kinds of miscellaneous people who can't stand it. She has a headache because of this, and naturally she has to worry about her hair."

"...By the way, let's not talk about her, let's talk about you." Ding Niao, who felt that he could no longer make up nonsense, his eyes fluttered, "What's the matter with your dark circles? It's almost taking up half of your face gone."

"Ham, it's nothing, I stayed up all night." Lan Xuesheng shrugged her shoulders, "Last night I read the information for a long time—I'm sometimes a bit lazy, and I just want to keep thinking about it when I can't figure it out. gone."

"Then I went to bed and suffered from insomnia, and rolled my eyes until it was almost seven o'clock."

"That's equivalent to staying overnight." The young man nodded slightly, only to feel that the physical fitness of human beings is still as poor as ever, "No wonder."

"No, after graduating from university, I haven't passed the night like this again. After staying up all night, I feel a little bit like staying up late to do a final project and a thesis." Lan Xuesheng shook her head and sighed, deeply moved, "But I still want to I don't quite understand."

"—What do those two things have in common?"

"Which two?" Yong Niao frowned in response. He recalled the conversation he heard in Qinli last night, and rubbed his chin in thought, ""A Good Night" and He Ruobi?"

"Yes, it's the two of them." Lan Xue nodded, "I really can't figure out what they have in common. I couldn't figure it out when I was in school."

"One is an elegant and leisurely qin piece, and the other is Song Guogong in the early Sui Dynasty who has made great military achievements all his life and worshiped the great general Youwuhou. These two don't seem to be able to be placed in the same system, not to mention that there is no such thing in the world. According to historical records, He Ruobi was proficient in temperament."

"Putting them together, do you know how it feels to me?" Lan Xuesheng frowned and tried to describe, "Lin Daiyu pulls willows upside down, is a female celebrity in the black whirlwind tent, and Zhuge Liang's school field is full of willows—— "

"That's how it feels."

"...Good boy, you know how to describe." Yong Niao raised his hand and walked a 6, and Lan Xuesheng picked his fingers aggrieved after hearing the words: "But I really feel this way."

"I know." The young man pursed his lips, "To be honest, I don't know rhythm very well, and I'm not familiar with He Ruobi, but I heard what you and Feng Xi said yesterday."

"I think, maybe there is something wrong with your current thinking—didn't Feng Xi ask you to try to do that 'experiential school' first? Just looking at the stack of materials, it should be impossible to become an 'experience school' 'Yes."

"Don't you have a lot of historical dramas, movies and novels now? Why don't you start looking for these things, look at them from all angles and angles, first try to turn yourself into He Ruobi Benbi, and look at him and "A Good Night" "Is there any subtle relationship between them?"

"Hiss~ Don't say it, if you don't mention it, I really forgot the phrase 'experience school'." Lan Xuesheng gasped after putting down the bowl, and there was a little more joy on her face, "This time I have a new idea, thank you Si."

"Ah, Ah Si?" Yong Niao stared blankly, his pupils trembling as if he had been humiliated, "What the hell kind of name is that!"

"Because you have four eyes." Lan Xuesheng tilted her head and took it for granted, and even raised her hand to count the boy's pupils while talking, "Here, one, two, three, four—it's four."

"It's a mouthful to always call you the bird, but it just so happens that you have four eyes, so I just call you Ah Si—is there any problem with that?"

"...I have a name." The boy clenched his fists, "Don't call me random names!"

"I know you have a name, but can your name be spoken in human language?" Lan Xue scratched her head, she knew that small animals always have special ways to call and distinguish their own kind, and ancient monsters should do the same.

But the problem is that she is a human and not a bird. She can't understand bird language, so how can she know the name of this strange bird!

"I, I—" The young man was at a loss for words, he thought about his name seriously, and for a moment he really didn't know how to explain it to her.

——It’s not that this thing can’t be translated into human words, it’s just that they like to use the name to indicate the characteristics of a bird.

For example, the sister of his clan has only one long hair on her tail since she was a child, so her name is translated as "one hair"; another example is that there is an uncle in his clan who has one black eye in four eyes, so it is called "one hair". Single black eye".

And he has a patch on his ass...

The young man suddenly turned pale as he thought about it. Normally, a group of them shouted "墙颙颙" in the piano, but he still didn't feel anything. Why is it so awkward when it is changed to adult language?
Niao Niao pinched his cuffs, and after a long while, he rubbed his mouth: "Then, then don't name 'A Si' like a kitten or a dog."

"I'm already this old... In any case, I should be more mature and stable."

"What should you call me, Xiaosi?" Lan Xue asked back, "This name sounds unlucky, not only does it sound like Xiaosan Xiaosi, but it's also easy to collide with others."

"And that one is mature and stable." The woman smacked her lips, "Or... Fourth Master? Does this sound mature and stable? Does it have the style of practicing Tai Chi in a community park?"

"Forget it, you should continue to call 'Ah Si'." The young man gave up struggling, gave a miserable smile as if resigned to his fate, and lowered his head to clean up the tableware, "I don't want to become a big fat orange."

"Don't worry, with your small body, you are still far from a fat orange." Lan Xuesheng comforted her perfunctorily, and by the way, stuffed the stack of unfinished materials on the coffee table into her handbag.

"Your whole body, only those two pairs of eyes are very similar to the fourth master."

——They are all the same green, shining green, shining green.

That's called a health!
Lan Xuesheng lowered her eyes in a chilly voice, and then rushed out of the gate with her cloth shoes before the boy got angry and threw the rag.

The two-inch thick anti-theft door blocked the line of sight very well, and the bird looked at the door that almost slammed his old face several times, and groaned angrily and jumped back into the piano with his hips on his hips.

——He decided to add an extra spoonful of salt to lunch today!

　Sorry to meet you in this way, Mr. Jianjianhua.

　　Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

　　dbq I don’t want to, I originally wanted to write a very serious theme of Guqin and Shan Hai Jing, but I can’t control how many times I send it, and I can’t control this group of sand sculptures ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
　　
　
(End of this chapter)