Abandoning the Emperor and Paying the World: Peerless Master

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Zixi and the bandit duo stopped their heated discussion and looked at Yun Weiyao strangely.

Yun Weiyao had already untied the rectangular cloth bag that Zi Xi carried with him, and picked up the rectangular wooden box inside on his own initiative, walked back to the square table calmly, and sat down.He beckoned gracefully, signaling the bandits waiting to put away the plates and wine glasses on the square table.

Zixi snatched back the wooden box and said, "Why did you touch my things?"

Yun Weiyao propped up her exquisitely beautiful jaw, and said with a faint smile: "Is it a qin? Is there a qin inside? Play the qin for me, the beautiful sound of the qin can also beautify your face." [

As soon as Zixi heard that someone wanted to hear her play the piano, she suddenly regained her spirits. While carefully opening the piano case, she said happily: ""Yuanxiang Yuyun" is my best piece. , mourning everywhere, parting from life and death, infinitely desolate artistic conception.”

The bandit duo knew nothing about rhythm and nodded blankly.

Yun Wei shook his eyes and sighed, "I've heard Susu play that piece too."

Zixi set up the piano and asked, "How about I change it?"

Yun Weiyao said: "No, the artistic conception of Susu's "Yuanxiang Yuyun" is a touch of love and a touch of longing. It is different from what you said, it may be the song with the same name."

Zixi nodded, pressed the string solemnly, and picked a note.

"clang--"

The sound of the piano echoed for a long time in the Yinshan village.

The hearts of the bandits were suddenly tightened.

Zixi took a deep breath, stroking the strings.

The Bingquan Yiyinqin is a piano given to her by her master. The strings that emit faint brilliance are pressed by her father's hands. together.

The sound of the piano continued, and the sound of the piano continued.

Zixi has already forgotten the piano score in her heart, and only wants to touch the seven strings, as if she touched the master's hand in that way.She closed her eyes and played as she wished, as if she saw the elegant shadow of Master, strolling around the small building, or slowly walking out from the back garden with a pot of flowers in her arms, or leisurely passing by the second floor with an incense burner in her hand, Or sit alone in the waterside pavilion, look out from the curved bridge, pick peaches in the peach forest, take a walk by the lake...

She tried not to think about those sad things, but parting itself was already infinitely sad. Fortunately, playing the piano could more or less relieve the depression in her heart.