In the hall of Huancai Building, the buzzing sound was very lively. Almost everyone was attracted by the stunning Huanxisha song that had just happened. Even the waiter who ran the hall was reciting it secretly, so it would be easy to talk about it tomorrow.

Only the initiator of all this was wearing a dirty green jacket, holding her hands in front of her chest, looking behind the screen with expectation.

Sure enough, after a moment, I saw a waiter walking out from behind the screen with a red lacquer lyre.

The hall suddenly became quiet. Under everyone's eyes, a woman covered in a veil came slowly from behind the screen.

She walked to the guqin, and first owed her body without saying a word. After giving the guests present a lot of blessings, she sat cross-legged and placed the seven-string guqin on her knees.

She walked out from behind the screen and sat cross-legged. Although she didn't say a word during this period, her eyes that looked very swaying seemed to be filled with thousands of words, which made everyone hold their breath for a moment.

"Buzz—" The slender and white jade fingers as thin as new bamboo shoots gently brushed across the strings, and everyone felt that time seemed to have stopped at this moment.

Then the sound of the piano began to sound, and the clear sound of the piano was like a gurgling stream from the deep valley and mountains; it was like a breeze surrounding the ears, which suddenly rose and fell. Those who heard it felt refreshed and happy, and even more, they had closed their eyes to find the notes that were jumping in nothingness.

"There is a cold and cold screen..." The person who played the piano softly started to moan. As her gentle and gentle singing voice, a feeling of floating and sadness came one after another, occupying his heart, as if everything in front of him had already passed with the song.

"The plum blossom flute has been updated for three times, and there is no one in the moonlight." These two sentences are interpreted like orchids in the valley. It seems that as soon as you close your eyes, you can see the sad beauty of the lonely moon hanging in the sky in the lyrics, and your heart feels as clear and cold as you are, lonely and single.

"I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know you are crying."

Although this weak woman was the focus of everyone at this moment, when she sang these two lines, she seemed to be alone, as if she was talking to herself about the sadness in her heart, and sighing about her longing for others with regret.

Chen Xian felt that Lu Xiaochai sang her body softly, as if she was singing gently in her ears at this moment. She was worthy of being the courtesan of Hangzhou Prefecture. She just performed her unpreparedly on-the-spot, and she interpreted the artistic conception behind this poem to the extreme.

"In the heartbreaking sound, I remember my life..." After singing the last sentence, two tears rolled down from the singer's eyes.

These tears, like two pearls, slowly slid down on their jade-like cheeks, and finally disappeared under the veil.

Just a song, silent, and a needle can be heard.

Many people seem to have entered the state of loneliness and coldness in the lyrics, and they also followed the singer to tears.

"Bah." Feng Niang, who was standing alone on the corridor on the third floor, reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and cursed in her heart: Why are you crying for no reason? Why are you getting worse and worse as you get older?

Lu Xiaochai secretly glanced at Chen Xian, and saw that the latter was dull at the moment, and he felt happy in his heart, and secretly made up his mind that Chen Lang and I would not be as heartbroken as the poem he wrote...

She stood up, hugged the guqin diagonally, bowed to the guests, and left a fairy-like back.

After she left for a long time, the hall was still quiet for a long time, and many guests recovered from their senses and discussed.

Yan Jian let out a long sigh, closed his eyes and savored silently for a long time, and then sighed to himself: "It's really the sound of nature. It's the sound of heaven. It's not that loud but it's not cleared after three days!"

After saying that, he looked down at the downstairs, but saw that there was no shadow of Chen Xian. He could only smile bitterly and turn to Fan Xing beside him and said, "Today I saw the masterpiece first, and then I heard the sound of nature, but this trip is worth it! It's just that Brother Fan spent money on it!"

Seeing that he was already saying goodbye, Fan Xing was immediately anxious: "It's still early, why not drink two more cups?"

Yan Jian was pulled by Fan Xingqiang today. At this moment, after listening to the lonely and quiet song played by Lu Xiaochai, he felt sad in his heart. He couldn't help but think of his old mother who passed away. He couldn't hide the feeling of desolation for a while, so he bowed and said without any hesitation: "Brother Fan, I won't send it off. I'll talk about you and I'll talk about it again the next day."

"Oh." Fan Xing looked at Yan Jian's departure back and sighed with regret.

Chen Xian had already returned to Lu Xiaochai's courtyard. At this moment, he was sitting at the table with his chin on his back, with a silly smile on his face, looking at this amazingly talented woman.

Under the faint candlelight, the blush on Lu Xiaochai's face became even brighter. The red flying cloud first spread from his cheeks to his jade neck, and finally spread behind his pearly and jade-like earlobes.

She couldn't stand Chen Xian's gaze, so she lowered her head slightly, coughed gently, and said angrily: "Chen Lang, do you have any flowers on my face..."

"Ah!" Chen Xian came to his senses and smiled and sighed: "There is no flowers on his face, but people are more beautiful than flowers."

The crazy words and crazy words of his sweetheart made Lu Xiaochai feel even more ashamed, so he had to whisper: "Don't Chen Lang still have to write on the card?"

"Oh!" Chen Xian suddenly remembered that he had a huge project to do, so he left behind the words "Xiaochai, you are so good." and slipped back to the east wing where he temporarily lived.

Lu Xiaochai was stunned by Chen Xian's stupid words. She was both ashamed and happy. She blushed and listened to the steps outside the door gradually getting farther away. Then she sighed and gently covered her undulating chest with her hands.

Chen Xian returned to the room, took a pen at the table, and faced the piece of paper piled up like a hill on the ground. He smiled bitterly and shook his head: "What's the point of copying a poem? This thing is the hardest thing..."

The next day, before dawn, Chen Xian trotted out the door with a panda eye.

However, no one followed him again this time. It seemed that a poem he copied last night had quietly changed Feng Niang's thoughts.

He trotted all the way to the foot of Ziyang Mountain. He saw a thin middle-aged man and a girl wearing a white embroidered coat standing in front of the mountaineering stone steps. It was Yan Jian and his daughter.

When Yan Jian saw Chen Xian running over, he smiled and waved to greet him: "My friend Xingzhi, we're meeting again!"

Chen Xian ran to the front, bowed his knees panting, and barely greeted him: "Old Yan, it's so early!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Xian wanted to swallow what he had just said back into his stomach - Lao Yan is an official. If he makes him unhappy, he will find an excuse to throw himself into the prison. Xiaochai will save himself again without money...

Yan Jian did not mean to be taken advantage of at all. Instead, he smiled arrogantly: "My friend Xingzhi is indeed frank, and he will express his mind directly when he thinks about it. I am afraid that only such a free and easy person can make such a wonderful saying, "I am a melancholy guest in the world, why do you cry?" After saying that, he gently stroked his short beard and sighed: "Old Yan, old Yan, I can't do it now!"

Zi Xiao, who was standing beside him, burst into laughter and smiled: "Dad, who was still saying that he was healthy this morning? Even a 20-year-old guy is not as good as you?"
Chapter completed!