At this moment, Yaoyao was completely immersed in the artistic conception of the poem.
Especially the last few lines, like an invisible hand, pulled her into the situation created by this poem.
The sound of the pipa is sometimes like the smooth and melodious chirping of birds under the flowers, and sometimes like the harsh and low, intermittent sobs of water blocked by the flow of ice.
It's like the coldness of the spring has gradually condensed the sound of the pipa.
After the condensed and unsmooth sound gradually stopped, another kind of sadness and hatred secretly grew.
However, the silence at this time is more beautiful than the sound.
Suddenly, it seemed as if a silver bottle broke and water splashed everywhere; it also seemed as if armored cavalry were fighting in full swing, with swords and guns blaring.
When the song ends, align the strings with the center of the string.
The roar of the four strings seemed to tear the fabric.
People on the east and west boats listened quietly, and saw the white autumn moon reflected in the middle of the river.
beautiful!
Unparalleled poignancy!
Perhaps it was because they were playing the pipa together. After Yaoyao was in a trance for a long time, she actually felt like she was actually there.
She is that woman, holding the pipa in her arms and expressing her feelings.
Chen Mo is a poet who accidentally broke into her life.
"It would be great if I could keep playing this song."
well……
With a long sigh, Yaoyao came back to his senses.
Catching Madam Sang's gaze, she quickly stood up and asked.
"Mother Sang, I was a little distracted just now. What did you ask?"
This time, Madam Sang did not get angry, but patiently said it again.
"This person is talented, and I hope he has the greatest sincerity. Otherwise, you will have no choice but to prepare to move into the Wang family."
"..."
Yaoyao was silent for a while and smiled sadly.
“If I have to say sincerity, it’s probably this poem.”
There was no hairpin in the lucky bag, and there were no words on the paper other than poems and accidents.
"..."
After listening to this, Madam Sang also fell into silence.
It took a while before he sighed, breaking his calmness.
"Yaoyao, whether you admit it or not, I am half your mother. You know your daughter, Mo Ruomu, and I know exactly what you are thinking."
"The reason why I opened the last lucky bag was just to hold on to luck and hope to meet someone who could sleep with me. But you have to understand that this is no different from dreaming. So, just live by it, life is actually not long.
"
"I, I listen to Mother Sang."
The last hope failed, and Yaoyao could only accept the reality.
"Can I keep this poem?"
"Of course." Madam Sang nodded, "I gave it to you. If you like it, keep it so you can keep it as a memory in the future."
"Thank you, Mama Sang."
Yaoyao said and began to fold it.
The movements were gentle and slow, as if they were afraid of damaging the paper.
But anyone with a discerning eye can see that she just wants time to pass slower.
In this way, she can lose her freedom later.
Suddenly, Yaoyao's hand trembled.
Then, strange colors bloomed in her beautiful eyes.
Following her gaze, a hairpin was printed on the back of the paper.
Very faint, yet so clear.
Even to Yaoyao's point of view, it was completely alive.
hairpin!
It was the hairpin she gave to Chen Mo on the day of the dinner.
Coming?
Here he comes!
In other words, he has always been there.
To be able to write such touching poems that fit the occasion must have been listening to the sound of the pipa from beginning to end.
"Chen Mo, where are you?"
Yaoyao shouted in her heart, got up and ran towards the second floor window.
Because he moved too quickly, the two pages of paper he brought fell to the ground.
"Miss Yaoyao, can't you just think about it?"
The guy who delivered the lucky bag took everything that happened just now and thought that Yaoyao had some unsolvable knots in her heart and was about to go to extremes.
"What are you shouting about?"
Madam Sang scolded angrily and picked up the paper on the ground.
After reading it, I squinted my eyes slightly at first, and then a cold light flashed.
Looking at Yaoyao's back, I wonder what he was thinking about?
As for Yaoyao, she was already leaning in front of the window.
Breathing rapidly, searching eagerly.
Finally, among the noisy crowd, I saw the profile that had been etched in my mind.
turn out to be……
It turned out that he was sitting with his back to the flower building. Why didn't he think of it?
At this moment, Yaoyao seemed like a flower bathed in sunshine after the rain.
While he laughed softly, his eyes were also covered with mist.
"Why don't you face me?"
I asked complainingly in my heart, Yaoyao bloomed more and more dazzlingly.
Snap!
Sang Lao Bustard played the role of a flower-destroying ruthless man very well.
When the window was closed, the sound also became colder.
"I don't know when you found your sweetheart, but I want to take you out of here with just one poem. That's just a dream."
"Mother Sang, you misunderstood, he, he is not..." Yaoyao wanted to explain, but she didn't know how to say it properly.
"It's not what?" Sang Laobao snorted coldly, "I asked you why your favorite hairpin is missing. It turns out that it was given away. The hairpin is printed on the back of the paper, which is quite interesting. Could it be that this is the legendary Legend of the Wild Goose?
Book?"
"No, it's really not." Yaoyao quickly clarified, "It's just my wishful thinking and has nothing to do with Mr. Chen."
"Mr. Chen, who is Mr. Chen?" Sang Lao Bustard asked.
"I, I don't know." The more anxious Yaoyao became, the more things she left behind, "We have only met twice, so..."
"So you are emotional?" Madam Sang sneered, "Are you really willing to humble yourself and take out your heart on both sides?"
"Mama Sang, I..."
"What are you, you don't need to say anything."
The poem was very good, Madam Sang admitted.
But compared with silver, you can only throw it away.
If left on, it will only be an eyesore.
"Mother Sang, what are you going to do?" Yaoyao looked sideways, suddenly panicked.
"Tear it up, so you don't have to worry about it anymore." Sang Laobao said as he was about to tear it up.
"You can't tear it apart." Yaoyao quickly stepped forward and begged, "Mother Sang, I don't have a deep relationship with Mr. Chen, and I know I'm not worthy of him. So I left this thing to Yaoyao.
Can it be a souvenir?"
"Why, you still haven't given up, have you?" Sang Laobao refused, "To put it bluntly, you are just the goods, and I am the seller. Now that a customer has paid a high price for the goods, I naturally have to be responsible for the quality of the goods.
Otherwise, how can we do business in the future?”
"But Mother Sang said that I also have the right to choose. If you don't agree, I will tell all the guests now."
In desperation, Yaoyao also took the risk.
Snap!
Madam Sang banged the table and wanted to tell the waiter to get some linen soaked in water. Considering the current situation, he could only hold back.
Ren endured it, but the look he looked at Yaoyao was as cold as a knife.
"You have been eating me and drinking me for so many years. In the end, you have learned how to change things, right?"
"Okay, then I'll let you do it."
After saying this, Madam Sang looked at the waiter.
"Go and invite Mr. Chen. Today I will personally deliver Yaoyao to the Wang family's mansion in front of him."