This tune outside the Great Wall is a tune unique to the Western Regions.
Qi Yun, Qi Ya, the third princess, Qing Lian, Hu Yan Yunyao...these large group of sisters are all very good at music.
However, among the sisters, only Gu Mo Rongrong can play such tunes from the Western Regions beyond the Great Wall.
After all, among his large group of ladies, Rongrong is the only one who comes from the Western Regions.
In this way, naturally she is the only one who can play such a tune outside the Great Wall.
No, no, if strictly speaking, the piece Huyan Yunyao played before was also a tune outside the Great Wall.
However, it is like the tunes beyond the Great Wall that Yaoer played on the grassland before.
In addition to Yao'er who can play, Sister Ya, Sister Shan, Wanyan, Qingshi and other sisters can also run away.
Yes, yes, there is a creek.
I think back then, Xiaoxi lived in seclusion for several years, riding horses and grazing herds alone on the grassland.
Therefore, she is also familiar with the tunes on the grassland, and can naturally play them.
But! This foreign style from the Western Region is different.
Except for Gumo Rongrong herself, no one among the large group of sisters such as Qi Yun and the third princess was familiar with this kind of outside-the-wall tune.
After Gumo Rongrong opened her mouth slightly and calmed down her breath, she walked towards Ling Weier, the only one who had not played the music yet, with a smile as bright as a flower.
"Sister Wei'er, you are the only one among us sisters who has not played. Are you really not going to play a song?"
Hearing this, Ling Wei turned sideways and looked at her girl, Mo Rongrong, who was looking at her. She waved her hands with a somewhat depressed expression on her pretty face.
"Sister Rongrong, forget it, forget it.
You also know that my sister and I can only play a few songs of our Dalong Jiangnan tune on instruments like the flute.
Moreover, the songs that I can play, Sister Yun and Sister Ya, as well as Sister Bizhu and Sister Lingyi, they have all played it once just now.
So, sister, I’d better stop bragging.”
Hearing what Ling Weier said, Gu Mo Rongrong had no choice but to nod in response.
"Okay, little sister knows."
As soon as Gumo Rongrong finished speaking, Young Master Liu suddenly turned slightly sideways and looked towards Ling Weier with a smile on his face.
"Weier."
Hearing the sound, Ling Weier quickly turned her attention to her husband and responded softly: "Hey, I'm here, what's wrong with your husband?"
"Hehehe, Wei'er, your sister Yun, sister Yan'er, sister Bizhu, they all played one or more songs just now.
You sisters have already played a piece, so it would be somewhat inappropriate for you to not play a piece.
You, come and play a song too!"
Seeing her husband say this, Ling Weier raised her hand and gently touched her brow with a tangled expression.
"Husband, it's not that I don't want to play you a piece of music, but I really don't know what piece of music to play right now.
There are only a few flute songs that I know how to play, and the sisters have all played them just now.
Therefore, even if I come to play a song, I can only play any of the songs that the sisters have just played again.
I don’t want to play the last song because I’m worried that you don’t want to listen to it again, husband.”
After listening to the beauty's answer, Young Master Liu immediately stood up and sat up, looking at the beauty, he laughed loudly.
"Hahaha, it turns out that's what you think, Wei'er!
Silly Weier, you think too much.
As long as it is the music played by your sisters, let alone repeating it once, even if it is repeated ten or a hundred times, as my husband, I will also like to listen to it.
No matter what kind of music it is, it’s the same.”
Ling Weier had already said this when she saw her husband, so naturally there was nothing to hesitate about.
She gently put down the small Qingluo fan in her hand, immediately stood up from the chair, and walked directly in front of Gumo Rongrong with her lotus feet.
"Sister Rongrong, bamboo flute."
"Yeah, sister Wei'er, here you go."
Ling Weier smiled slightly, nodded, and took the bamboo flute from Gu Mo Rongrong's hand.
"Good sister, please go back and sit down first."
"Hey, little sister knows."
Ling Weier took a deep breath silently, then looked down at Young Master Liu with a slight smile.
"Husband, I will play a song for you. The song that Sister Ya has just played is Jinling Autumn Dream!"
Young Master Liu looked at Ling Weier who was holding the flute towards her red lips as soon as he finished speaking, and quickly raised his hand to signal.
"Weier, wait!"
Ling Weier's movements suddenly stopped, and she lowered her head and looked at her husband again with a puzzled expression.
"Husband, what's wrong?"
Seeing the beautiful woman's suddenly confused look, Mr. Liu happily raised his wine bag and took a sip of the wine.
"Weier, for my husband's sake, let me tell you a piece of music that your sisters Yun, Ya, and Lingyi haven't played just now, and you can play it very well."
When Ling Weier heard this, her pretty face suddenly froze.
"Ah? Husband, what song is it?"
Young Master Liu saw the beauty's stunned expression, chuckled and sipped the wine from the corner of his mouth, then raised his hand and gently patted Ling Weier's white wrist a few times.
"Good Wei'er, the song I'm talking about to you is the song "Childhood Sweethearts" that you often played to me when we were young."
"What? Childhood sweetheart?"
"Hehehe, yes, that's the song.
What? Have you forgotten it? "
Ling Weier shook her head hurriedly: "Back to my husband, I have not forgotten you, I have not forgotten you.
But, husband, the song "Childhood Sweethearts" is just a nursery rhyme with a simple melody!"
"Hahaha, my dear Wei'er, as my husband, of course I know that this song is a nursery rhyme with a simple melody.
However, this simple nursery rhyme carries all the beautiful memories of our childhood.
The sun and the moon fly by, and the years are ruthless.
Suddenly, decades of spring, summer, autumn and winter have passed.
Roughly speaking, it has been more than thirty years?
Thirty-four years? Five years? Six years?
I have been my husband for more than thirty years, and I have never heard you play this piece of music, Wei'er.
Today, as my husband, I suddenly want to listen to it again so that I can recall our past times.
Wei'er, you can play it to your husband."
Seeing Young Master Liu's dejected expression, Ling Weier nodded her head a few times without hesitation.
"Hey, husband...Brother Zhi, Wei'er will blow it for you right now. I'll blow it for you right now."
As Ling Weier spoke, she quickly held the exquisite bamboo flute in her hand and brought it directly to her red lips.
"Brother Zhi, listen carefully, Weier is about to start."
Young Master Liu raised his head and took a swig of wine, then nodded with a smile on his face.
"Hahaha, okay, okay."
After a while, the sound of the flute sounded once again outside the hall, which sounded simple at first glance, but also melodious.
Listening to the flute music played by the beauty, Liu Mingzhi smiled lightly and raised his head to look at the bright moon that had already risen high in the night sky. Scenes of scenes full of joy and laughter from his childhood years involuntarily appeared in his mind.
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To be continued...