Little milk dad big star

Chapter 284 The Girl in White, the Guzheng Moves

Su Zimo walked out of the supermarket with two big bags. Looking at the gradually falling night, he identified the direction and walked over.

"One day, just passed by like this, hey, when will it be a head?"

"Day after day, year after year, alas"

"Ah, it's night again, and it's time to struggle again, what to eat at night?"

"I'm so tired, I really want to show up at home right now, lie on that soft bed, close my eyes, and have a good sleep"

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The passers-by on the road may have been busy all day, most of them had a tired look on their faces, and hurried past without paying too much attention to the people or things around them.

As for Su Zimo who walked by him, he didn't even notice it, but he felt a little familiar.

About 10 minutes later, Su Zimo carried two bags and stopped in front of a courtyard. As always, he held the door knocker and knocked hard, making a loud sound.

Not long after, there was the sound of footsteps coming from inside. I thought it was the little girl Yang Leling, but unexpectedly, after the door was opened, what I saw was the little girl I had always cared about in my heart. Seeing him, the small face burst into a pure smile, and walked directly to Su Zimo's feet with staggering steps, stretched out his fleshy little hands, hugged the other's thigh tightly, and said in a childish voice, "Dad. Dad, Xiao Xi'er is good. I miss you so much." There was a hint of numbness in the immature voice, which directly softened people's hearts.

"Well, I miss you too, Xiao Xi'er." Su Zimo bent down, freed up a hand, and hugged the weak and petite Su Xi'er. The opponent's flamboyant little face left his mark.

Su Xi'er naturally let out a joyful laugh, her two little hands hugged each other's neck tightly, and she put her little head on Su Zimo's chest, as if she never wanted to let go.

Su Zimo was so distressed that he rubbed his forehead against the other's white and flawless forehead affectionately, making the little guy laugh uncontrollably. After feeling that it was almost the same, he raised his foot and wanted to walk forward, but he saw Yang Leling, who was standing beside him quietly, smiled, "Good evening, little guy."

Yang Leling turned sideways and nodded repeatedly, "Mmm, uncle, good evening, I'll help you" After finishing speaking, she wanted to reach out to take the two big bags that Su Zimo was carrying.

However, Su Zimo raised his hand and avoided it. Under Yang Leling's puzzled gaze, he shook his head and said softly, "I'll just keep these. It's fine. Uncle, thank you in advance. Come on. Let's go in." After that, he walked in, lifted his foot and hooked the door, making the wooden door slam and shut it.

Just like that, Su Zimo held two big bags in one hand and Su Xi'er in the other, followed by Yang Leling. The three of them walked across the green lawn and came to the living room. In the middle is a dignified and elegant long-haired woman. In front of her is a classical-colored guzheng that looks obviously aged. I can see her white hands gently resting on the silver strings.

The shape of the guzheng is rectangular, with one string and one tone. In the Tang and Song Dynasties, there were thirteen strings. At the earliest, there were 25 strings, and then gradually increased to sixteen strings, eighteen strings, and 21 strings. It is 21 strings, and the 21-string guzheng is placed in front of the woman.

Zheng originated in the Qin Dynasty, so it is also called Qin Zheng. In the process of its spread, it is divided into three types according to size and timbre: Changli, Hongzheng; Mingzheng, Qingzheng, Aizheng; the biggest difference between it and Guqin is that it There is a bridge, but the guqin does not have a bridge. When playing the guzheng, you can use the fingerings of pressing, pressing, and releasing with the left hand to produce slides and changing sounds. The guqin is formed by pressing the fingers with the left hand.One string has multiple tones, and can be tuned with empty strings, pressed strings, etc.

The long-haired woman didn't seem to notice the arrival of Su Zimo and the others. She put her beautiful eyes on the strings, lowered her head and muttered for a while, her slender fingers moved slowly on it, and the beautiful notes came one after another. Jumping out briskly, playing a classical rhyme, the moving beauty of the sound outlined by the piano makes people unable to help but imagine.

It was as if such a picture appeared in front of Su Zimo's eyes. Under the bright moon and the breeze blowing slightly, a woman in ancient costume, graceful and graceful, stepped on the moon, her skirt fluttered, and the fragrant wind gusts, she walked to the kite, stroked her sleeves lightly Showing the slender fingers, trembling, pressing, sliding, and kneading, the melody is melodious and graceful, making people feel like a fairy.

With the passage of time, the long-haired woman's slender fingers gradually accelerated, and she kept touching the strings. The beautiful sound of the piano was like the ding-dong of spring water in a stream, but also sad, like the orchids in the valley. That spirit is like a hero.

The sound of the guzheng is changeable, depending on the mood and feeling of the player. The sound of the guzheng is intoxicating and makes people feel as if they are in the real world.

The lingering sound lingers on for three days.It sounds like a spring in a mountain stream, like a bell ringing around a ring.The ethereal sound reminds people of the orchids in the valley, and the ancient sound seems to be riding the wind in the clouds.

Su Zimo looked at the long-haired woman in front of him, his mind was in a trance, and the words of praise he could think of were not enough to express his feelings. His handsome eyes flashed strangely, and he seemed to be intoxicated by the melodious sound of the zither.

Although Su Xi'er was young and felt very ignorant about many things, she couldn't bear the beautiful voice, she blinked her big watery eyes, and her small face was full of joy.

Yang Leling didn't have any superfluous expressions on his face. After all, since living here, he has seen and heard quite a few scenes. Therefore, he got used to it a lot, and his little face just had a smile on it. .

The melodious and low-pitched piano sound, like a decadent sound, reverberates across the sky.It's like drizzle hitting plantains, it's silent when you hear it from a distance, but it's still in your ears when you listen quietly.Slowly intoxicated in this low-key piano sound.

After about a few minutes, the hand of the long-haired woman paddling the guzheng gradually stopped, and the melodious voice gradually weakened until it finally disappeared. Then she raised her head, looked at the people standing in front of the living room, and stood up. Showing a dignified smile, he said softly, "Zimo, you are here, please sit down first." After that, he picked up the guzheng in front of him and put it on the classical cabinet in the corner.

"Well, teacher, where is the kitchen? I bought a lot of things, I'll cook first." Su Zimo was not polite, rubbed off the shoes on his feet, and walked in.

"Oh?" The long-haired woman, Mei Bixue, looked at the two bags in Su Zimo's hand and the well-behaved Su Xi'er in the other hand, smiled, and said softly, "Hehe, I'll do it again." Come on, you talk to the little girl more, she has been thinking about you today." After that, while Su Zimo was in a daze, he took the things in his hand, walked out of the living room with light steps, Walk along the promenade.

　Thank Bi Xuemei for the thousand rewards, the double hundred rewards for a glance, and the hundred rewards for resentment.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)