Chapter 65 The sound of the piano
Put your hands on the piano, put your hands in a gesture of raising your hands, and lightly plucked the strings, and a crisp sound echoed in the room.

Su Qingyi slowly raised her hands, only to see her ten fingers were smooth and round, with a thin layer of calluses on them, which seemed to prove her master's extraordinary guqin skills.

It was no longer the hands that were as rough as old tree bark due to doing too many chores, Su Qingyi's heart was still full of unreal feelings.

As soon as the heart moves, the fingers follow the heart, or pluck or pick on the piano.The moving melody pours out with the beating of the fingertips on the strings, like a refreshing spring, which makes people stop and listen.

There are no complicated techniques, no fancy notes, plain, but fascinating.

Su Qingyi spent her entire life playing this piece of music.

First of all, she was happy. At that time, she was just a big girl in the mighty general's mansion, and she was doted on by her grandmother.

Later, I was nervous. At that time, I was married to the eldest prince, and everyone around me was running for the eldest prince, but the eldest prince seemed to show his face to him only when he had the power behind him. laugh.

Then there was the resentment. At this time, the eldest prince had become Daxuan's only emperor, but he treated him coldly as his first wife, and he always foolishly made excuses for An Xu, saying that he was busy, that he In fact, I have my own heart.

The last is hate.The hatred of being thrown into the cold palace, the hatred of being crossed the river and tearing down the bridge, the hatred of being betrayed by siblings, the hatred of being stupid to death by oneself.

So far, the whole melody is sad and high-pitched, which is particularly passionate in this cold winter night.

After a pause, the sound of the piano became calm.

There is no joy and tension, no resentment and hatred, it seems that all emotions have been cleared out of their own world, and there is only one person and one piano left in the whole world, and there is no other disturbance.

"The sky is unconstrained, the ground is unruly, and there is neither joy nor sorrow in my heart."

This is the truest portrayal of Su Qingyi at this moment.

That night, everyone in the general's mansion seemed to be infected by Su Qingyi's piano sound, either happy or sad.

But Su Qingyi knew nothing about all this.

What she didn't even know was that because of this, she became famous in one song, and the whole capital knew that the young lady of the General's Mansion was unparalleled in talent and could play the Guqin superbly. And burst into tears.

At this moment, on the roof of her bedroom in Limoyuan, there is a young man dressed in white, Pian Jia, who is also infected by her piano sound. sadness.

At this time, it suddenly snowed heavily in the sky.It seemed that it was just to match Su Qingyi's piano sound, so that she could happily bury all the sorrows of her previous life.An Ran on the roof looked up at the turbulent snowflakes, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be an invisible wound in his heart, but it hurt him so much that he could hardly breathe, as if he was about to suffocate .

After an unknown period of time, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.There is no abruptness, and there is no rashness, as if it ended naturally when it should end, and it will not make people feel unfinished, and the rest is only hearty.

The heavy snow fell one after another, as if it was adding another touch of sadness to Su Qingyi's piano sound.

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