Under the sky

Chapter 106 Volume [-] "Out of Trouble" Wedge

He had been hungry for two days, and the river water quenched his thirst and kept him hungry. He almost looked at the warships on the Han River as floating dumplings.Just a few days ago, he occasionally received some sporadic rewards and bought a pot helmet to satisfy his hunger.

The news was rushed back from Kongtong [-] miles away, faster than people. At this time, the leader was probably still on his way back. I heard that the third son led two thousand disciples and guarded the border between Gansu and Shaanxi to welcome the leader.The second son is cleaning up the fleet and waiting on the Han River.It has been many years since I have seen such a tense battle.Every household has closed its doors, and even the unripe crops in the fields are being harvested in a hurry.There are also some old people who say don't be afraid, there won't be any big trouble, it's been decades of peace.They didn't even start a fight when something happened in Gufendi.

But he could only lean on the rocks and look at the Han River.Maybe he couldn't hold back his hunger, so he would pick some leaves and weeds to satisfy his hunger.He did eat, and it was possible to satisfy his hunger, but he starved quickly. After eating for a few days, his stomach hurt like a knife, and his ambition was scratched, so he had to perform on the street.I asked for a few coins as a reward, but now I don't even have a few coins.If he suffers this crime again, he may not be far away from death.

Fortunately, it was already May, so I could still pawn that shabby cotton-padded jacket for a few pennies. Even though it was cooler at night, it wouldn't freeze to death, otherwise I wouldn't even be able to find a place to mend this single garment.

This was the only piano left. He looked at the worn-out piano case in his hand. This was his last ambition.Should I give up my last ambition, or should I smash the qin and find a tree to hang myself from? No, hanging requires a rope, so I can only hold the qin and throw myself into the river.

Even if he threw himself into the river, no one would know.There are just more nameless corpses on the Han River.By the way, if you tie the piano to your body, even if the body floats ashore, it will still have an elegant name, and maybe someone will build a shrine for it.It's said to be Jiang Shangqingui or something like that. Isn't that how legends come about?But again, where can I find the rope?

While you still have some strength, rub the bark into skewers.It's okay if you don't rub the turf.He looked at his dirty but tender hands and thought: "It will be ruined in the end."

A shadow blocked the sunlight, and he looked up.

The first thing he saw was a scone.

"Have you been hungry for a long time?"

Then he saw that smile, which was like a spring breeze blowing across the earth. Even the most beautiful sea of ​​flowers he had ever seen had never soothed him.

Of course, maybe it’s also because of the scones.

He devoured the scones so voraciously that he would have choked to death if the Han River hadn't been nearby.

"Are you still hungry?" The man took out a second piece of scone and a small piece of dried radish from his bag: "There are more."

When was the last time you had such a full meal?Even the most generous member of staff in Wankou Town had never let him eat so full. He looked at the young man in front of him with gratitude.Almost fell to the ground.

"You're almost starving to death, but you still keep your piano?" the young man asked, pointing to the piano box.

His face turned red and he replied seriously: "That is a villain's lifelong skill. Unfortunately..." He sighed: "No one appreciates it after all."

"There is no shortage of music halls and brothels in Huashan, but you don't bother to make a living from them?" The young man asked: "Your hands are white and tender, with nothing but piano cocoons. Have you never done any work?"

He lowered his head and felt ashamed: "I'm afraid that if I hurt my hand, I won't be able to play the piano. That's why I don't want to do hard work. I consider myself to be good at playing the piano. Although I'm not a famous player, I can't be compared to an average piano player in a concert hall. I have no talent. He is an arrogant person, but for some reason, he never succeeds. Even ordinary music halls are unwilling to take him in. People only say that Bole is hard to find, but in fact, Ziqi is also hard to find."

The young man said, "Would you like to play a song for me?"

He was overjoyed, took the piano case, sat cross-legged, and asked, "What music does my benefactor want to listen to?"

The young man also sat down cross-legged and said, "Whatever."

The violinist thought for a while and felt that although the man in front of him was dressed simply and plainly, his bearing was extraordinary and should not be neglected.So he calmed down and played the song "Yangguan Sandie." Although this Yangguan Sandie is a widely circulated tune and the piano is not a good one, the artistic conception when he played it was elegant and there was a sense of aloofness. After finishing the song, I felt satisfied, so I asked, "What do you think, my benefactor?"

The young man shook his head and said, "You said Ziqi is hard to find. Do you know why you were turned away?"

He was confused and asked: "What does benefactor mean?"

The young man said: "If you are from Lower Liba, there are thousands of people who are harmonious. If you are a person of spring and snow, there are still people who know how to fight." He continued: "If you are high, you will not be low. There is a sense of elegance in the song. Generally speaking, wine shops, brothels, music studios, Drinking and having fun makes you appear to be high-minded and uninterested, and you cannot enjoy yourself to the fullest. But if you are really in front of national players, you are too pretentious to be natural. You think it is always easy to surrender to a high person. But you can't let go of the pride in your temper. "

The young man pointed at the qin and said: "I would rather starve to death than pawn the qin. You really value the qin as your life."

He was speechless, and the young man said that was indeed the case.Although he has talent, he is not a genius. He cannot stand out from the crowd, but he cannot be aloof. To put it bluntly, he has high ambition but low hand.He could only sigh and said, "I thought Zi Qi was hard to find, but it turns out that in Zi Qi's eyes, I am nothing more than mediocre."

"Can you lend me your piano?" the young man asked.

He was surprised, but still gave the piano, which he regarded as his life, to the young man.The young man put the piano on his lap. "Could he also play the piano?" He knew that he would meet an expert today.He straightened his waist, which was so hungry just now.To show solemnity.

The young man played a piece of music that he had never heard before. As soon as he heard it, he realized that the young man's technique was skillful and neat, but... something was missing. However, he had no time to think about it and was attracted by the music.It was a tune he had never thought of.At the beginning, the atmosphere was grand and solemn, but there was a hint of coldness and ghostliness, like a resentful ghost kneeling down and begging the Buddha to redress his grievances.Then he suddenly became passionate and generous.I also saw the majestic mountains and rivers, the same color of heaven and earth, galloping gold and iron horses, coming over the rivers and seas, and when the smoke subsided, hundreds of ghosts wailed.Waiting for a comeback.In the end, there is a majestic pure land, which leads all ghosts to rebirth in bliss.But before the song was finished, it suddenly stopped.

He frowned.He hurriedly asked: "Why doesn't my benefactor continue?"

"This is a residual score, not finished yet." The young man asked, "What do you think?"

"I have never heard such a piece of music." He admired sincerely: "But it doesn't fit the musical theory. A piece of music may be happy or sad, sad or exciting. There is always a purpose and a theme, but this piece is messy. It’s against the rules, but... yet harmonious.”

"This song is called Tianxia."

"Under the world?" He suddenly realized: "It is all living beings, so it is absurd and unbelievable." He was proud of his understanding: "All living beings have all kinds of difficulties. This is unreasonable and reasonable." This statement , he woke up to the incongruity of the young man playing this piece of music.Since it is about all living beings and emotions in the world, this young man could not feel his thoughts as a player when he played.It's like a bystander watching all living beings.According to my former piano teacher, it is a big taboo to not fall in love with the piano.It's just that this young man's skills are perfect and flawless.I didn't notice it myself.He suddenly had an idea, but he didn't dare to speak for fear of offending his benefactor.

As if he had seen through him, the young man said, "Just say whatever comes to your mind."

"The last paragraph seems to be an attempt to influence all sentient beings with compassion." He shook his head: "I don't think it's appropriate."

"Whatever you think is appropriate, sir, let me continue it."

He was shocked and turned pale, hurriedly waved his hand and said: "I have this ability."

The young man said: "There is no fixed formula for this piece of music. All living beings are the composers." He pressed the piano again: "I will play it again. You focus on studying. There is this piece of music. You can make a living by performing arts along the way." "

He was overjoyed and extremely grateful. He knelt down and kowtowed and said, "Young man Ye Yusheng, I would like to thank my benefactor. May I ask your benefactor's name?"

"My name is Ming Wuxi." Ming Wuxi replied: "I hope you can spread this piece of music widely and let people all over the world complete the composition of this piece."

(End of this chapter)