The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 691 Cheng Feng
Mr. Pei walked up to Xie Xiaohua and patted him on the shoulder.

"Xie Shishi and I are good brothers. Why, he can give it away, but I can't? Xie Xiaohua, who do you look down on?"

Xie Xiaohua's eyes heated up, "Little Master Pei?"

Little Mr. Pei snorted: "Count me in!"

Huang Qi: "Manager Xie, you are old, I will give you shit and piss!"

Ding Yi: "I'm responsible for washing your feet and wiping your body!"

Zhu Qing: "Manager Hua, if you are too old to walk, I will carry you."

Li Buyan said: "I don't have any other abilities. I can just make a few bites of food."

Yan Sanhe walked over, imitated Mr. Pei's example, and patted Xie Xiaohua on the shoulder.

"If your coffin boards fail to close in the future, I won't charge you a tael of silver and I'll help you solve your inner demons for free."

Xie Xiaohua opened her mouth: "..."

"Of course, it would be best to close it."

Yan Sanhe said softly: "Closing it means truly letting go."

Xie Xiaohua's eyes heated up and she knelt down, "Miss Yan, old slave...

"Li Buyan, break his legs."

"One, two?"

"Whichever leg you kneel on will be cut off."

Fatty Xie stood up with a little nudge, and smiled at Yan Sanhe:
"It can't be broken, it can't be broken, the old slave's legs still have to work for Third Master and Miss Yan!"

Yan Sanhe looked at the smile on Xie Xiaohua's face and suppressed the last tears in his eyes.

Behind the scenes, everyone who seems to be calm and calm has actually endured suffering that ordinary people cannot bear.

She smiled at him: "Now, let Miss Yan see the piano skills of our flower manager."

Wow!

This was the first time Miss Yan smiled at him.

Xie Xiaohua felt extremely proud. She quickly lifted up her robe and sat down. She gently plucked her fingers and the strings made a "clang" sound.

After just a few notes, Yan Sanhe shook his head and said, "Change one."

This has just started, why do we need to change it?

Xie Xiaohua quickly changed the song.

There were a few more notes in the second song, and Yan Sanhe called to stop again...

After changing eight songs in a row, Xie Xiaohua looked at the little boy with resentful eyes: "Miss Yan, don't make fun of me, how can anyone listen to music like this?"

The little boy shook his head: "Don't be verbose. Miss Yan, you can play whatever you want."

I just praised you for your filial piety!

Rebel!

When Xie Xiaohua played the ninth song, Yan Sanhe's expression suddenly changed.

"Stop, what's the name of this song?"

"This song is called High Mountains and Flowing Waters."

"This is it."

Yan Sanhe slapped the table: "Is there any allusion to this song?"

"It is said that the luthier Boya played the harp, but only the woodcutter Zhong Ziqi could understand the meaning of the music. After Zhong Ziqi's death, Bo Ya lost his soulmate in pain and broke the strings of his harp, and he never played again for the rest of his life."

Xie Xiaohua sighed: "Therefore, there is also the saying that it is difficult to find a good friend when one has a high level of music and a few people."

Yan Sanhe looked at Xie Zhifei.

Xie Zhifei knew the deep meaning in her eyes: Why did the man named Dong play this piece of music to her?What's the purpose?
"Miss Yan, do I want to play it?"

"bomb!"

Xie Xiaohua plucked the strings again, and for a while the lingering sound filled the hall.

Just when everyone was listening with great interest, Yan Sanhe dropped his head and fell asleep again.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Xie Xiaohua looked aggrieved: My piano skills have deteriorated to this extent?
Li Buyan: This music is not hypnotic.

Huang Qi: It sounds exciting to me!
Ding Yi: I can almost hear the tears.

Zhu Qing: Miss Yan doesn’t know how to appreciate.

Pei Xiao: It’s the goddess who dares to fall in love, not the one named Dong.

Xie Zhifei looked at Yan Sanhe, his eyes becoming emptier little by little.

How could he fall asleep both times?
what reason?
……

Yan Sanhe felt that his foot was in the air, and he suddenly woke up.When she opened her eyes, she found that everyone was staring at her.

"I fell asleep again?"

Everyone nodded.

Yan Sanhe was not embarrassed at all. If he wanted to blame it, he would blame the sound of the piano. It was deep and slow and not hypnotic.

"Yes, it's the same piece, but that guy plays it better."

Xie Xiaohuaxin said that you fell asleep listening to it, how can you tell who plays well and who plays poorly?
"Miss Yan, how good is it?"

"About five or six minutes."

What?
Five or six points?
Isn't that a jerk?
Xie Xiaohua was not convinced.

He had been practicing this piano for many years. At night, when he was alone and cold, he would take it out and practice his skills. After one or two points, he would recognize it, and after five or six points...

"Miss Yan, I'm not bragging. There are really not many people in Beijing who can play five or six points better than me."

"My playing ability is indeed five or six points better than yours, and that person doesn't look like a Central Plains person, he looks a bit like a foreigner."

Xie Xiaohua was even more unconvinced and asked in her heart, Miss Yan, do you have any common sense?

In this world, the smartest people are from the Central Plains; the people who are the best at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting are also from the Central Plains.

Why?

You have to use your brain!

Only with a good mind can your fingers be nimble.

Those aliens are all tall and tall, and their hands are as stiff as something, so it’s strange that they can play the piano well...

Suddenly, Xie Xiaohua's expression changed, "Miss Yan, how old is the person you are talking about?"

Yan Sanhe: "Early forties, very tall."

Xie Xiaohua: "Man? Woman?"

Yan Sanhe: "Man."

Xie Xiaohua's expression changed, "Are you sure he's a foreigner?"

Yan Sanhe: "The eye sockets are very deep, and he really doesn't look like a Central Plains person."

Xie Xiaohua said "Hey" and her two sparse eyebrows knitted together.

"What are you talking about?"

"Miss Yan, I seem to have spoken too early. As far as I know..."

"As far as you know, there are indeed aliens who can play the piano better than you?"

Yan Sanhe's eyes narrowed: "Is that right?"

"Correct!"

Xie Xiaohua nodded hurriedly.

"Miss Yan, if you say that the person playing the piano is a woman, I can pat my chest and say that she is definitely not as good as me. I practice my piano at [-] in the winter and [-] in the summer. Every night..."

Seeing that his old almanac was about to come out again, Xie Xiaohua quickly stopped.

"Miss Yan, it's not that I look down on women. Among the four arts of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the top ones are all men."

"Go on."

"As far as I know, more than twenty years ago, there was a male actor named Chengfeng on the Qinhuai River in Jinling Mansion. He played the lyre very well."

Xie Xiaohua: "And this man looks very different from the people from the Central Plains. He is said to be very good-looking."

Yan Sanhe's heart moved: "Have you seen it?"

"That's not possible. I also heard what the prostitutes in Qin Lou Chu Pavilion said."

Those little sluts talked all day long about which young man was good-looking or rich. Occasionally they would talk about their colleague from the south - Shili Qinhuai.

Ten miles away from Qinhuai, there is both vulgarity and elegance.

The custom refers to Qinhuai prostitutes.

Ya refers to those geishas on the pleasure boats who accompany the literati to eat wine, taste tea, play chess, and play the piano.

These geishas are both male and female, and they only sell their skills but not their bodies.

At first, the one those little sluts talked about the most was not the piano player named Chengfeng. Later, someone went to Qinhuai, ten miles away, and only talked about him after they came back.

Yan Sanhe: "What did they say about him?"

"How many people can cry when he plays Plum Blossom Three Numbers, and how many dignitaries are willing to spend a lot of money on him just to listen to his music."

Xie Xiaohua said with a bit of embarrassment:

"He also said that he is tall and tall, and does not look like a Central Plains person. If I could spend the night with him, I wonder how many times my soul would be able to soar."

(End of this chapter)