Jiang Xiaobai looked at those two pairs of eyes, thought for a moment, then raised his head and said: "You have the softness, you have the beauty... you have it, and the cooperation between you is better than I thought!"
"If you really have any comments, I suggest that the material of the piano and flute be improved, so that the effect will be even more outstanding!"
After the words fell, Nan Yan's voice sounded: "I borrowed the teacher's flute for the piano..."
As soon as Nan Yan said this, a strong wind suddenly blew over.
Nan Yan was startled and raised her hand instinctively. When she saw what was in her hand, she was stunned for a moment.
At this time, Jiang Xiaobai's voice sounded: "I'll lend you my flute, but... remember to return it to me after the association is over!"
After saying that, Jiang Xiaobai walked into the residence without waiting for Nan Yan to react.
Nan Yan held the flute in her hand, her heart agitated. According to her character, she actually wanted to refuse.
But thinking of her mother, she knew that with this flute, her chances of winning would be higher.
So she raised her head, looked in the direction of the room and said, "Mr. Jiang, thank you, I owe you a favor!"
"I said, we are all our own people, there is no need to distinguish them so clearly!"
Jiang Xiaobai's smiling voice came from inside the room.
After saying that, he paused. Just when he was about to say something, Nan Yan's voice sounded: "I think... thank you!"
After saying that, she looked at Ji Fengxi again and said, "Miss Fengxi, I'll leave first!"
After finishing her words, Nan Yan glanced towards the other side of the room again before leaving.
Ji Fengxi sent Nan Yan off at this moment.
When she returned to the room, her eyes fell on Jiang Xiaobai: "Classmate Jiang, don't you have anything to say to me?"
The feeling Jiang Xiaobai gave him was not as simple as just familiarity.
"We don't have anything, but since you want to hear it, let's talk about it!"
While Jiang Xiaobai was speaking, he had already hugged Ji Fengxi in his arms.
An hour later, Ji Fengxi couldn't help but stretched out her hand and pinched Jiang Xiaobai: "You are so annoying for tricking other girls into joining the ancient fantasy clan!"
Jiang Xiaobai smiled bitterly and shook his head, there was nothing he could do about it.
If he hadn't done that at that time, it wouldn't have been that easy to enter the ancient fantasy clan.
While Jiang Xiaobai continued to tell, on the other side, Nan Yan returned to her residence and looked at the emerald green flute in her hand.
Nan Yan wiped it gently, and her mother's figure filled her mind.
She slowly took off her veil and put the green flute to her red lips.
When the moving flute sound spread, Nan Yan's brows were filled with longing.
This time, she insisted on getting that volume of spiritual music no matter what!
…
In the next two days.
During the day, Jiang Xiaobai would make time for Nan Yan and Ji Fengxi.
And he went to Zhuqing to drink and chat.
In this way, time flies by very quickly.
When the third day came, Jiang Xiaobai did not leave, but was in the courtyard, listening to Nan Yan and Ji Fengxi's performance.
At this moment, the two of them have gone from pure music to spiritual fusion.
Throughout the courtyard, the aura was extremely mellow.
From here, Jiang Xiaobai has already felt the extraordinaryness of tonight's joint meeting.
The time comes in the afternoon.
Nan Yan left the residence with Ji Fengxi, apparently making final preparations.
He and Zhu Qing arrived at Jinghong City first.
At this moment, Jinghong City was even more lively than three days ago.
Yes, there seem to be more people.
There were many people coming and going on the wide street.
There are teachers and some traders.
Of course, there are inevitably people who sneak in, obviously wanting to observe a grand event for the four major families.
Jiang Xiaobai followed Zhu Qing as he walked on the street and found that some decorations had also been done here.
Red lights were hung high, and vendors were roaming the streets, selling everything.
In addition, there are several flower boats on the river bank in the distance, which overall looks very unique.
When the two people's footsteps stopped in front of the central building, the layout outside was rearranged.
The previous eight districts were merged into one.
There is wine, flowers, tea, and poems hanging on the buildings.
Against this background, the atmosphere is absolutely full.
While Jiang Xiaobai was amazed, Zhu Qing's voice sounded: "Brother Jiang, in fact, with your talent, if you become one of them, you might actually be able to defeat a certain ancestor!"
He had witnessed Jiang Xiaobai's ability with his own eyes.
With his current performance, he will definitely become famous among the teachers.
Jiang Xiaobai just smiled after hearing this.
Be a guest in it.
Being outside it is a spectator.
It would be nice for him to be a spectator today and enjoy the atmosphere here.
As time passes.
It starts to get closer to evening.
At this moment, the red lights on the street had begun to light up, and people on the street began to gather towards the central area.
The scene of crowded people reminded Jiang Xiaobai of the temple fair in his hometown in Jiangling when he was a child.
Yes, I really feel that way at this moment.
But looking back now, it has been more than twenty years.
While he was sighing, a sound of breaking through the sky suddenly sounded outside the sky.
Jiang Xiaobai looked up and saw eight figures speeding towards him.
They were eight old men who looked like they had experienced many years of life.
Holding the long red silk in hand, it went down. When it landed on the ground, the wind moved and the red silk satin flew up.
At this moment he discovered that there was writing on the silk satin.
From books, from paintings, from chess, from music, from poetry, from wine, from flowers, from tea.
The corresponding ones below are couplets.
Neat and orderly.
This undoubtedly makes the atmosphere more public.
After Bazu arrived, preparations began at the restaurant.
Arrangement of tables and chairs.
There are books, paintings, chess, piano, poetry, wine, flowers, and of course the last cup of tea.
At this moment, for the first time in the Zhuting Pavilion, Jiang Xiaobai, the ancestor, simply strummed the strings, and the music was moving and lively.
An ancestor of the Ju family, while writing, transformed into monsters like cranes, fluttering their wings and flying amidst bursts of neighing sounds.
As a writer, the pen and ink are waved, and the colors are more black and white.
The chess player, the ancestor of the Zhu family, played two bullets, two shadows moved, and he danced his sword and roared.
As a wine drinker, the moment you raise your hand, the wine will fly; the moment the fire is lit, the aroma of the wine will flow.
Tea drinkers raise their hands as if there are green leaves hanging in the air, smelting the aroma of the wine, which makes people really fascinated.
The person who created the flower was an old woman. I don’t know what means she used. A giant lotus bloomed in the sky, and the fragrance filled the garden.
The last one is the poet, whose old voice resounds throughout Jinghong City.
"Mei Yinghan is proud and her music moves the fragrant orchid."
"There are chess players in the bamboo forest, and chrysanthemum paintings come from ancient times to autumn."
The simple poem contains plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums, which also represent the four major families of Jinghong City.
There is no doubt that the atmosphere reached its peak at this moment.
Even Jiang Xiaobai's expression couldn't help but reveal surprise.
I have to say that this association is even more brilliant than he imagined!