Piano

"Mr. Lan, you are worrying too much." Feng Xi smiled and waved her hands, "I think Qianyuan is straightforward and cute by nature, and she is very likable."

"If the girl can say that, then Lan will feel at ease." Lan Chuzhang nodded his head, and then chatted with Feng Xi about the daily life of the banjo and Lan Xuesheng, and then completely confessed to everyone resignation.

Before leaving, he turned his head and stared at Lan Xuesheng for a while, until the latter saw that he was about to lose his temper again, and then left the old street without stopping.

After he interrupted like this, Lan Xuesheng immediately lost the thought of continuing to look at the store, and immediately took a few strange beasts to visit the Fanqin store, and then drove back to the apartment quickly.

"So, Xiao Fengfeng, do you know that dead old man?" Lan Xuesheng frowned when she got home, she almost killed a fly, and looked at Feng Xi as if she was looking at some kind of extraterrestrial creature.

Hearing this, Feng Xi calmly raised her hand to brush the loose hair around her ear: "It's more than knowing."

"To be honest, Xue Sheng, the address of your piano shop was given to me by your old man—"

"Back then you retreated too quickly and disappeared too thoroughly. Even if I had heard about your deeds and paid Lao Chen to help with the matter, I would not be able to find out where you were going for a while." Feng Xi said in a tone of voice. Micro pause.

"After all, you are just an ordinary person, and what Lao Chen and his association are staring at are mainly practitioners, or old things like me who have lived for an unknown number of years."

"That's right, I was able to go straight to Daicheng so quickly and accurately to find you, because I actually took the address your father gave me."

"Otherwise, do you think that I would let go of Jiangnan, where the qin sect is very successful, instead of going to Daicheng, where there are not many qin clubs?"

"Damn it! You found it from the old man, and you two really know each other!" Lan Xuesheng stared suddenly, "Xiao Fengfeng, why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"

"Your father didn't let me go." Feng Xi spread his hands innocently, "He said that the relationship between you two is very tense, if I open my mouth, I will report that I got it from him, and you specified that I would not even let me enter the door of the piano shop."

"—How dare I say that?"

"Hiss—" Lan Xuesheng gasped uncontrollably after hearing this, "Don't say it, Xiao Fengfeng, don't say it."

——If Feng Xi really came up that day and said that she was pushed by her father, then she would definitely not show her the piano, let alone agree to help her repair the strings.

"Although I don't want to admit it, I still have to say that on a certain level, the old man really understands me." Lan Xue smacked her lips, forcing herself to calm down a little, "Then...Xiao Fengfeng, you two How did you know each other, can you tell me?"

"How can we know each other? That's how we know each other!" Feng Xi shrugged, "In order to find a way to repair Xiqin, I have been traveling as a folk guqin collector these years."

"Other people see that I look young, and I have a lot of money and can't find out my identity. They are used to seeing me as the heir to a hermit family with a mysterious identity. They are willing to think highly of me on weekdays, and invite me to some tea parties from time to time. Arty small gatherings such as Qinhui and Qinhui, and your father is now the largest guqin manufacturer in China, so naturally you will attend from time to time... I got to know each other after I came and went."

"And to be honest, Xuesheng." Feng Xi's eyes were calm, "At the beginning, I thought about asking your father to help me repair the piano and strings."

"But he turned me down."

"—He said that his wrist had been injured in the early years, and now he is lucky to be able to move freely like ordinary people. He can't lift a carving knife or rub the strings at all."

"At first, I thought his words were just excuses. I didn't know it was true until I saw the scar on his wrist. Later, I learned that he was unfortunately pierced by a sharp weapon when he was young. Haven't worked in a few years."

"Later, he gave me your address, and recommended to me that you are the one who has completely inherited their Lan family's qin craftsmanship."

Feng Xi turned her eyes and locked Lan Xuesheng's face tightly: "It was at that moment that I realized that you are the once famous young luthier 'Yun Se' that I have been looking for but haven't found yet. , and rushed over without hesitation."

"Good guy, this, the old man never told me this," Lan Xuesheng was a little at a loss when he heard the words, "he never told me that his wrist was injured--before that, I never even heard of it." Someone else mentioned it!"

"Well, it may be when his hand was injured. You were still too young. I probably figured it out. You might have been only five or six years old at that time." Feng Xi pondered, "Plus he also deliberately kept you and your Grandpa—speaking of which, I also know your grandpa Lan Tingsong."

"I've seen the piece of 'Listening to the Pine on the Cliff' you're playing now, but at that time I was still a luthier than a collector. number."

Oh... Excuse me.

Those who lived a long time really couldn't be bothered.

Lan Xuesheng twitched the corners of her lips uncontrollably, and it took a long time to calm down: "...Xiao Fengfeng, I remember you told me before that only a luthier with a heart for the piano can make what Xiqin needs. Strings, right?"

"So...does the old man have a heart for Qin in his profiteer?"

"Yes, yes." Feng Xi nodded seriously, "And very sincere and firm."

"——Xuesheng, don't you think about it carefully. Since I have thought about asking him to help me repair the strings, then he must have a piano heart."

"If not, why should I look for him when I'm so idle?"

"This...is quite unexpected." Lan Xue said with difficulty, "I used to think...he didn't have this thing long ago."

"Actually, he has." Feng Xi lowered his eyes and said lightly, "In other words, the grandparents and grandchildren of your Lan family have it."

"It's just that when your grandfather became famous, Xiqin hadn't started to break the strings yet, and shortly after the strings were first broken, various turmoil occurred. I couldn't find a suitable place to repair the piano."

"When this is over, your grandfather has already gone to live in seclusion in the mountains. I don't know him well, and he was too low-key back then. I can't find him and it's not convenient for me to find him, so I can only find another way. "

"That's right, Xuesheng, I have never quite understood how you and Lan Chuzhang got into such a fight." Feng Xi crossed his fingers, reclined back into the sofa, and relaxed his posture.

"In my opinion, although your old man sometimes has a little bit of machismo, he is generally a pretty talkative and open-minded person who can listen to other people's reasoning."

"And he really cares about you."

"—Accordingly, the two of you should not be so deadlocked."

"At the very least, they won't be so violent that they would pinch each other when they meet, unlike father and daughter who are like enemies."

I don’t know what to beep about, just rob the monthly pass recommendation ticket.

There are only three days left in this month, QAQ, please hold on, I really want to finish writing!

Do you feel my rapidly developing plot?