The guqin placed on the stone table is completely black and bright, with seven strings shining brightly, beating under the green-white fingers of the woman, and the notes pouring out like water on the ground.【】
The woman is about ten years old, wearing a pink cloak and white clothes like flowing water. Her black hair is spread behind her like a waterfall. The cold wind blows, causing snow foam like jade flakes to fly and fall in various colors.
Snowflakes were flying, and the woman closed her eyes and pursed her lips, lowering her head quietly, as if her whole body and mind were focused on the strings, and the tips of her hair and the corners of her clothes were gently rhythmic, like flying butterflies, which was so beautiful.
Zhong Qingye held his breath inexplicably, as if he was afraid of disturbing the picturesque tranquility in front of him, and stood quietly. Two equally beautiful and refined, orchid-like women stared at each other across the meter-long small pool.
It seems so ethereal and unreal.
Fu Yan's eyes were complicated, and he looked at Zhong Qingye beside him, and then looked up at the girl in the pavilion opposite. After his expression changed strangely, he let out a low sigh.
Zhong Qingye and the woman didn't notice at all. As the climax of the song approached, the girl's green-white fingers became more and more agile, intertwining their fingering, pressing the strings with one hand and plucking the strings with the other, at a staggeringly fast speed.
The sound of the piano speeds up with the frequency of plucking. It is like the tinkling sound of the mountain and flowing water. It floats lightly in this undisturbed world. It seems to be very comfortable and happy. But if you listen carefully to her piano sound, it is easy to understand.
You can hear a little sadness, a little indignation, and overwhelming longing and confusion hidden under the joy.
Zhong Qingye's heart consciously captured this emotion. He fluttered his eyelashes slightly, and his cold fingers gradually twisted into a ball on his hand. His heart seemed to be fluttering with the sound of the piano, inch by inch, sometimes higher and sometimes lower.
Sometimes slowly, sometimes slowly, it resonated uncontrollably.
In a daze, she seemed to feel her heart throbbing through the music, and couldn't help but think of Qi Mo's face.
For a long time, I don't know how long it took, the sound of the piano gradually faded away, the lingering sound was still trembling slightly, but the main song was over. Zhong Qingye slowly blinked his snow-flaked eyelashes, watching the white snowflakes fluttering in front of his eyes,
I wanted to move forward, only to find that my whole body was frozen.
At this time, Ting's gentle and ethereal girl suddenly reached out her hand, pressed hard on a string, picked and tugged, and the last note, which was fierce, high, harsh and ferocious at the same time, was suddenly picked out, like a hysterical scream.
, and ended the song with a crazy shout.
The girl lowered her hand, and a drop of bright red blood slowly fell from her fingertips, which were purple from the cold. The shiny strings were still vibrating, and a bit of thick red pierced the eyes.
She let out a long breath, and the white mist quickly dispersed in the cold air and disappeared, as if all the unhappiness had been annihilated. A tear fell quickly, fell on the strings, and mixed with the blood drops.
Zhong Qingye covered his mouth and made an uncontrollable "ah" sound, staring at the girl in pink who raised her head in shock.
She...is actually Qi Yan?!
Zhong Qingye's mind went blank for a moment, staring blankly at the girl's delicate and beautiful face, unable to say anything.
After not seeing each other for four years, Qi Yan has also transformed like a lotus flower. From the lively, smart, and somewhat willful fifteen-year-old girl four years ago, she has grown to the slim and graceful girl she is today. She has completely inherited the amazing qualities of the Qi family.
A small face is as beautiful as a work of art, and it is easy to look at it.
I just don’t know why, but the girl with a charming smile four years ago has become so calm now, and her delicate facial features are covered with a thick layer of sadness that cannot be resolved, which makes the thin person become a second one.
Lin Daiyu is in sharp contrast to her lively and agile appearance four years ago.
"The guqin played by the princess is called Sauvignon Blanc." Fu Yan said coldly in his ear, his voice was much softer, and there was a vague feeling of sighing. "You should know who it is for, right?"
For whom?…Sauvignon Blanc?
Zhong Qingye's eyes suddenly widened, and he stared in disbelief at Qi Yan, who was crying quietly in the pavilion opposite.
Could it be that...this girl still hasn’t forgotten Zhong Haoyu?!
Recalling the song just now, even a tone-deaf person like her couldn't help but indulge in it. The corners of Zhong Qingye's mouth twitched, do you want to be so infatuated?
Fu Yan didn't wait for her answer or say anything else. He stepped onto the small wooden bridge and called in a soft voice: "Princess, why are you playing outside again in such heavy snow?"
Zhong Qingye noticed that when he heard Fu Yan's voice, Qi Yan hurriedly stretched out his hand to wipe his eyes, wiped away the traces on the strings, and put on a very light smile. "I feel a little bored reading in the room.
, the snow scenery is beautiful, so I came out to rest for a while. Have you finished your work, Eunuch Fu?"
Fu Yan smiled meaningfully. "Well, it's almost done."
It turned out that the little princess had no idea that the buildings on the island were obviously in royal style. It was probably after the war broke out that Qi Mu sent Fu Yan and her here to take refuge in order to protect her.
Zhong Qingye speculated in his mind and followed onto the wooden bridge.
She was stunned for a moment when she saw Qi Yan. It was probably because Zhong Qingye had wrapped her tightly so she didn't know who she was. She said in surprise: "Why, there are actually guests today?"
Fu Yan didn't say a word, but Zhong Qingye said as he walked: "Such a beautiful and melodious piano sound, but the last one was completed with blood, why bother yourself so much?"
Qi Yan was obviously stunned for a moment, probably because he didn't expect that his music would be heard by a stranger. His face suddenly turned red, and he stood up in a panic while hugging his piano. "I'm going to prepare the pastries." He said.
I turned around and wanted to leave.
Zhong Qingye had already crossed the bridge. He put down the hood on his head and said with a smile: "Yan'er, don't you recognize me? Even if you don't recognize me, you should still know my brother, right?"
I don't know if Zhong Qingye's words had an effect, or if the phrase "Yan'er" reminded her of something, Qi Yan's body trembled suddenly, and her steps suddenly stopped.
Zhong Qingye walked into the pavilion and patted the snow off his cloak. "Why don't you look back at me?"
Qi Yan turned her head obediently. At the moment when she was clearing the blue leaves, the piano in her hand fell to the ground with a bang. Qi Yan's eyes widened, as if in disbelief and dumbfounded. He stared at her blankly for a long time.
There was no relief.
Zhong Qingye walked over and picked up the guqin. He saw the three words "Sauvignon Blanc" written on the head of the guqin with tenacious brushstrokes, and a poem densely engraved on the bottom.
Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc.
If you ask about how long you will miss each other, it will not last until you meet again.
Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc.
Who do you want to describe your lovesickness to? Lovers don’t know.