He didn't know if this was a kind of growth or if he had lost his true nature.
He recalled the days when he grew up in Yangzhou, walking on the streets of Yangzhou wearing the clothes he mended, rushing to study, his heart was light, and he had always been light.
Although he was dressed in fine clothes at this moment, his heart was heavy. He didn't dare to act rashly, but he did so.
Regardless of whether he has lost his true nature, tonight he wants to find himself again and analyze his heart in front of Lan Ning. He is not a playboy who plays with emotions, he is just a shy young man with sincerity.
A maid brought a transverse flute, and Mr. Xie took it. It seemed a bit clumsy in his hand, with a strange and unfamiliar feeling, just like those things that suddenly come back as time goes by.
Xie Fu tried to play a few notes, as if to get familiar with it and get used to it.
When the others saw it, they shook their heads secretly. They no longer had much expectations for this piece. How could a person who was not familiar with the fife still expect him to play the sound of heaven and man?
Fu Xie was like a young man confessing his love to a young lady before he was born. He said timidly: "This song is also dedicated to Madam Lan Ning. I hope Madam Lan Ning will listen attentively."
Lan Ning didn't look at him. Hearing this, his heart trembled. Did you play it for me...
This was a public expression of love, and although it was commendable, it made them unhappy.
Originally I was somewhat close to Xie Fu, a foreigner, but when I heard this, I was immediately filled with hostility. He was trying to steal their Suzhou treasure.
If Mrs. Lan Ning is snatched away by you, how can we Suzhou literati have any face?
Xie Fu looked towards Lan Ning, gazing deeply at this awe-inspiring and cold figure. In the public, his eyes were so unrestrained, yet so passionate.
The black veil covered her face full of scars, but Xie Fu remembered her first face. A hazy tenderness slowly penetrated into his heart, a kind of vigorous, passionate and unrestrained throbbing that he had as a young man. Emotions gathered in my heart.
"I play as I please."
Everyone was surprised when they heard that no one played the music according to the music. Even the representatives of the Northern Flute School played the music and performed their superb skills in the same song.
But if you play and compose music as you please, I'm afraid no one will be able to play it.
Playing as one pleases is not comparable to performing according to the music score and showing superb skills.
For Xie Fu, the soul of his flute playing lies in his state of mind.
In the dull silence, a flute suddenly sounded. The sound was high and loud, like a ray of sunlight shining directly from the high clouds, breaking through the roof of the building and illuminating the lobby in the dark night.
If pursuit is painful, should we show our true feelings? If loss is painful, should we be afraid of giving? If infatuation is a sin, is love a mistake?
Xie Fu is full of tenderness, and he plays it just for his beloved. The clear and melodious sound of the flute washes away the joy in his heart.
Tactful and sentimental, his tenderness is everywhere in the weak dragon's voice. This is the tenderness of the young man who loves his daughter for the first time. The bones of a strong man are bent and bent for the touching daughter's family!
He is reserved and reserved, and at this moment he can only use this flute sound to express the passionate emotions in his heart.
The beautiful sound of the flute swirled in Lan Ning's ears, giving her the illusion that she was ascending to the open world with clear blue clouds and white clouds. She was surrounded by clouds and smoke in the mist and dew. She lowered her eyes to feel this magic. The sound of the flute seemed to be coming from far away in the sky. Come, no matter how far away, you will come to her.
On the other side of the sky, there was a humble gentleman. His body was shining brightly and his face was as gentle as jade. Lan Ning was fascinated by him. She gently raised her arms, wishing she could step on the clouds and come to him.
The faint voice came again, like a soft cloud pillowing in her heart, making her whole body happy...
A voice in my heart shouted, "Get intoxicated..."
Another voice shouted, "Open your eyes, come to me and see who I am?"
Lan Ning opened her eyes and looked.
The man in poor clothes in the center of the lobby is as still as a virgin, standing attentively, as if there are empty clouds under his feet, his posture is clear and elegant, and his appearance is calm and calm, just like a true immortal.
The soft-bone fairy wind was so far away that it actually gave Lan Ning a despicable heart.
Lan Ning's eyes longed for him to look at her, but he was so cold and stern, so aloof, so far away from her that she couldn't reach her even if she stretched out her hand.
When the sound hits his heart, Xie Fu turns his back and lowers his shoulders. The rush of emotion in his heart runs straight through the flute. Every step forward seems to go to heaven and earth, or to death...
The sound of the flute is as clear as spring water, melodious and like the sound of nature. Ah, my Ning'er, I don't understand love. I didn't do well. I hope you can forgive me.
When Lan Ning saw him walking away, she stretched her neck and murmured not to leave, but her voice was blocked in her throat. She could only stretch out her hands, begging him not to drift away.
Fu...
Lan Ning's heartfelt voice seemed to be in harmony with Xie Fu.
Xie Fu seemed to hear her thoughts and turned around while playing his flute.
This face was that of her sweetheart! Lan Ning was overjoyed. She saw that he was walking like a crane, his hands were white and slender, his fingers were like flying catkins falling to the ground, he was gentle and measured, and his bright eyes were half lowered and he was looking straight ahead.
Lan Ning was excited. I have found my sweetheart. He is as beautiful as a tree and has a graceful demeanor. None of the celebrities she met before is worthy of him!
Lan Ning had never known that a man could be so charming. It was the first time in her life that she was fascinated by a man. If she had fallen in love with this special person like him before, now she had fallen in love with him, and was convinced both physically and mentally. Fu...
As if he heard Lan Ning's inner cry, Xie Fu, who stood like a virgin, bit the flute hole in his mouth, lowered his shoulders slightly, and stretched his neck gracefully like a gooseneck to the sound of the flute. He slowly walked towards Lan Ning, smiling and looking towards Lan Ning. Look.
It was this clear look that made Lan Ning's heart tremble. Her eyes seemed to be glued, staring at his face. His smile seemed to be falling from the clouds, and a warm stream of happiness filled her heart. Washing.
Oh my god, is he a man or am I a man? Why am I acting so unbearably, with my heart surging, and my emotions venting in a torrent?
I had broken the hearts of too many men, so did a deity come down to earth to capture me? She was captured without any resistance.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! At the end of the song, Xie Fu lowered his eyes slightly and put down his flute.
The ecstasy of the song shocked Lan Ning physically and mentally. She couldn't help but burst into tears, which wetted her black veil.
The silence in the lobby was eerie, and you could hear a pin drop. They just felt that what they just saw was not a mortal, but an immortal playing fairy music.
The sound of the flute is like the rising clouds and mist, the misty flowing mist of the mountains, the posture of the immortal standing on the clouds while playing, full of immortal wind and bones, and the unreachable nobility in his eyes.
Except for true immortals, no mortal can do it.
Zhang Lingluo's eyes were fixed on Xie Fu, Uncle Fu, my Uncle Fu. How could you be so cute? How could there be a man like you in the world? I almost fell in love with you.
The Peony Lady softly chanted: "A mortal woman looking forward to this from afar is like a true immortal thanking the young master."
At this moment, Mr. Xie was only half a foot away from Lan Ning. He said softly in an extremely humble manner: "Ms. Lan Ning, did you hear me clearly?"
Lan Ning lost her aloofness, choked with sobs and was speechless, and nodded.
He nodded, and his full affection was transformed into the song just now, which was better than a thousand words and countless promises.
Yuan Yue, who was not far from Lan Ning, saw Lan Ning's passionate eyes, and his eyes turned cold. He had lost this woman. This person had snatched away the woman he wanted.
He knew very well that if he didn't kill this person, he would never be able to get this woman.
In the silence, someone shouted out: "Li Shaodian!"
As soon as these three words came out, everyone woke up as if from a dream. Apart from Li Shaodian, no one in Yangzhou had such a true and unique appearance.
"Li Shaodi!" called out again, the voice was unmistakable.
Chen Qinglan secretly thought to herself that it turned out that he was the uncertain factor in tonight's reception. If others had any guesses about Li Shaodian's identity, she was extremely sure, because she had fought with Xie Fu and had these two skills. Looking at the world, Very few.
The guests in the lobby all focused on Xie Fu and asked with a look in their eyes: "Li Shaodian!" They were very united.
Xie Fu was shocked and blurted out like a timid boy: "I'm not!"
The fake one said he was real before, but now the real one says he is fake.
A young man suddenly left the table, walked toward Fu Xie menacingly, grabbed one of Fu Xie's arms, and said loudly: "Everyone, I admire Li Shaodian. I once went to Yangzhou in person to see Li Shaodian's style."
Someone immediately asked outside the court: "Oh, do you know Li Shaodian?"
"I had no chance to meet Li Shaodian, but I met Mr. Hengmei of Qinlou in Yangzhou. Mr. Hengmei told me that Li Shaodian had a seven-star birthmark on his forearm."
Everyone held their breath, waiting for the truth to be revealed, whether this person was the legendary Yangzhou talent Li Shaodian.
As soon as the young master finished speaking, he unpreparedly rolled up Mr. Xie's sleeves, exposing a section of his forearm. Everyone gathered to look at it carefully. Although there were many scars on the forearm, there were no birthmarks.
"Ah, no!" The regret was evident on his face.
This young master did not believe in evil, so he rolled up Xie Fu's sleeves, almost exposing his entire arm, but still did not see the seven-star birthmark.
"Ah, no." The voice in the audience was extremely disappointed. Could it be that Li Shaodian didn't exist at all and was just a collection of talented people from Yangzhou.
Xie Fu smiled and said, "I already said I wasn't."
The young master who grabbed Xie Fu's arm murmured: "Did everyone, Hengmei, lie to me..."
Suddenly something occurred to me, so I grabbed Xie Fu's other hand, rolled up his sleeve, and saw the seven-star birthmark on his forearm.
Everyone in the audience suddenly stood up: "Li Shaodian!"
Xie Fu said "Uh", but the hall instantly exploded.
The crowd was so enthusiastic that they no longer cared about their demeanor and rushed forward, as if they were afraid that Li Shaodian would slip away.
However, the previous experience of impersonating Li Shaodian made everyone feel depressed. In addition, Xie Fu had just shocked the world with his song, and now they discovered that he was actually Li Shaodian himself. All these factors made people extremely excited.
The older one is fine, but the younger ones are already vying to get to know and admire him: "Li Shaodian."
