Lin Banzhuang said displeased: "Chen Yang, you don't want to check Fu Chenxue's household registration, do you? If you are worried, I will take Fu Chenxue away!"
Chen Yang came to his senses and said with a smile: "Look what you said, your friend is my friend. Even if I have ten courages, I wouldn't dare to investigate him. If you leave here tonight, Mr. Feng and the others will have to take the 'Yimeng Pavilion' It cannot be dismantled!”
Entering the hall, it is two to three hundred square meters. It is extremely luxurious and full of natural atmosphere. The floor is covered with expensive carpets. Many people are wearing noble and gorgeous clothes, standing or sitting. Waiters carrying high-end drinks are constantly standing in the crowd. While walking around, there was really no one dressed as casually as Fu Chenxue. Lin Banzhuang saw a few old people talking in low voices, so she said to Fu Chenxue: "Fu Chenxue, you have some fun first, what do you want to drink?" Just be casual - I'll go over there and say hello, and I'll come find you later!"
Fu Chenxue nodded, asked the waiter for a glass of red wine, looked around, and found a quiet place to sit down and drink slowly. Lin Banzhuang told him that tonight's party was organized by friends, and it was just about listening to music and drinking. It was just for fun. He actually didn't like this kind of occasion, especially the crowd was beyond his imagination, but out of respect for Lin Banzhuang, he did not refuse.
Listening to soothing music, I drank a third of a glass of wine without realizing it. At this moment, a heavenly voice sounded in my ears: "Can I sit here?"
Fu Chenxue opened her eyes and saw a girl standing in front of her, holding a guqin. Her clothes were as white as snow, graceful and elegant. Her hair was rolled back casually, with a purple bamboo basket inserted at an angle. I felt pity for the dyed Jiutian Fairy, who looked both angry and smiling. He put down the cup and said with a smile: "It's a great honor. Please sit down -"
The girl said "thank you", sat down opposite Fu Chenxue, and placed the guqin in her arms on the red sandalwood table. Fu Chenxue glanced at the guqin and couldn't help being shocked: "This guqin...could it... Is it actually the legendary harp?"
Seeing Fu Chenxue's surprised look, the girl asked: "Do you know this piano?"
Fu Chenxue said: "I am drunk and you are happy again, and I am so happy that I forget my memory together - if I am not mistaken, its name should be 'Forgetting the Machine'!"
The girl's eyes lit up and she asked: "Why do you see it?"
Fu Chenxue slowly said: "According to legend, the 'Forgetting Machine Qin' is black in color and green in the middle, like a green vine wrapped around an ancient tree. The sight of it makes people forget about vulgarity. The Qin is 124.5 centimeters long, 21 centimeters wide at the shoulder, and 15.5 centimeters wide at the tail. It is 5.4 cm thick and the bottom is 1.5 cm thick. The dragons are all oblate in shape, and the grid is a thin piece of paulownia wood connected in the middle of the right side. Nayin is slightly raised in the abdomen, and the local swamp is concave in the shape of a round-bottomed groove with a depth of about 2 centimeters, 3 centimeters wide, and runs through the whole part of Nayin. The seal script "Wangji" is engraved on the top of the pond on the back of the instrument, the seal script "Tanbo" is engraved on the bottom of the pond, and the eight characters "Tao follows nature, heaven and earth are free" are engraved on the right side of the pond. , on the left side are carved the words "Bland and tasteless, proud and forgetful" cross and "Canglangzhai Seal". It is said that the sound of this piano is loose, quiet, mellow, deep, distant and magical... Sima Guang of the Northern Song Dynasty wrote in "Flowers" The poem "Sitting Alone in the Nunnery" says, "Forgetting the machine, under the birds in the forest, watching as far as the eyes can see the passing of the swans, I asked the pilgrims in the city, how deep is the world of mortals?" For thousands of years, if we talk about being indifferent and forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes, what can we do? More than ‘Wangjiqin’?”
The girl's eyes widened as she listened to Fu Chenxue's talk. In her impression, no one could tell the origin of the guqin just by looking at it, and they knew it so clearly that even her teacher couldn't do it.
You must know that this piano has not been heard of for nearly seven hundred years. She barely suppressed the shock in her heart and asked: "Have you... seen the 'Forgettable Qin' before?"