Two hundred and seventy-three chapters, Wen Yin drunk Yaoqin
Chapter 273: Drunk on the Yao Qin after hearing the music
The sound of the piano seemed to have a silent feeling in his ears. You Fang recalled the dangerous fights not long ago, and inexplicably recalled Wu Yuchong's pipa sound on the Nanguang River, and casually replied: "Pipa, ambush from all sides."
Xie Xiaoxian waved the waiter over and asked, "Can I order music for the performance on stage?"
The waiter replied: "Okay, what do you want to hear?"
Xie Xiaoxian: "Pipa solo, House of Flying Daggers, can you play it?"
The waiter immediately nodded and said: "I can play, I can play, just wait, the next song is." Then he rushed towards the stage.
You Fang raised his hand but did not stop him, and said to Xie Xiaoxian: "Why are you doing so much?"
Xie Xiaoxian: "Don't you want to hear it?"
You Fang glanced at the stage: "This piece is not that difficult. If the little girl can't play it, why bother?"
Xie Xiaoxian said a little aggrievedly: "I ordered it because you wanted to hear it. The waiter also said that you can play it. I didn't expect you to be so sympathetic and caring for the little girl, but you said that I wasn't."
You Fang could only laugh and said: "There is no need for a waiter to play, so of course she agreed happily. Xiaoxian, you are used to being a leader and just speak directly when you want to do something. This song is really difficult to play. You can play it later."
You’ll know just by listening.”
The girl playing the pipa was the petite one on the stage. She looked the youngest wearing a pair of round glasses. Xie Xiaoxian turned to look at the stage. It happened that the girl was also looking at their table, with a helpless smile on her face.
I adjusted the strings, plucked a few times to test the sound, adjusted the fingertips, and took a few deep breaths as if to gain momentum. My expression was a little solemn and a little nervous.
You Fang nodded and smiled at her apologetically, then lowered his head to drink.
The sound of the four-stringed piano suddenly sounded in the ears. You Fang held the cup in his hand very steadily, but he couldn't help but tremble in his heart. It was really difficult for the little girl to play the killing sound. She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to play it.
Well, if you use too much force, your shoulders and fingers will become a little tight, and the strings will sound a little too urgent.
As soon as Xie Xiaoxian heard the sound of the pipa, it was very different from the singing and dancing tune just now. He looked back and saw the little girl holding the pipa with her eyes half closed and plucking the strings. The bangs on her forehead were messed up and her left hand was rubbing the strings quickly.
The five fingers of her right hand trembled and her face turned slightly red. Then she looked at You Fang and stuck out her tongue and said, "It's really quite strenuous."
Less than a third of the song "House of Flying Daggers" was played, the sound of the piano stopped. The little girl looked down at her armor, and her left hand was still rubbing the fingers of her right hand - she really didn't play it.
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The middle-aged man playing the dulcimer next to him must be the teacher of the three girls. He came to the rescue at the right time and played another piece of music. The girls playing the guzheng and the erhu also followed suit, covering up the embarrassing scene. You Fang continued
I watched their performance with a smile on my face and didn't say anything else.
After a while, Xie Xiaoxian added a glass of wine to You Fang, reached out and patted the back of his hand and said, "Little Youzi, why are your eyes so straight? Which girl on the stage is pretty?"
You Fang turned around and smiled: "It's just that the five senses are similar. If you listen carefully, you will naturally look seriously. I actually didn't look at anyone, I just looked at the ethereal place in the distance."
Xie Xiaoxian wrinkled his nose, which was very similar to Tu Su's usual playful expression: "Humph, I don't believe it! You didn't even eat the food."
You Fang stood up and said, "Let's change our seats. I'll just listen."
Xie Xiaoxian: "Don't you think it's a pity to show off your beauty?"
You Fang: "The beauty is right in front of you, who among them is as beautiful as you?"
Xie Xiaoxian also smiled, looked back and said, "Well, that's true, I still have some confidence!" Then she stood up and changed seats with You Fang.
You Fang poured a glass of wine for Xie Xiaoxian: "Xiaoxian, you have been working hard during this period. I really miss you after not seeing each other for so long. I respect you!"
Xie Xiaoxian and You Fang were drinking. They drank slowly and slowly. They added another dish. At this time, the music on the stage stopped and several performers walked out of the side door of the hall. Xie Xiaoxian looked at his watch and said:
"It's only half past seven, it's over so soon?"
You Fangtou replied without replying: "I have to let you rest for a while. There should be more later."
While they were talking, the performers must have almost rested, and another girl walked up to the stage holding a pipa and sat down on the second chair on the left. You Fang knew that someone had walked on the stage, and was concentrating on talking to Xie Xiaoxian.
Pay attention. He had just picked up a glass of wine and raised it to his lips. Suddenly there was a sound of pipa playing behind him. A small part of the glass of wine was spilled, flowing down his fingers to the palm of his hand and dripping onto the table. Then most of the remaining glass of wine was not
He didn't put it down even after he lifted it up, it just stayed in the air.
When martial arts reaches a certain level, they all have their own original methods, and the same goes for music. When the rhyme reaches a certain level from the fingers, it integrates into the performer's life feelings. As the saying goes, music is the sound of spiritual thoughts, and rewards can be understood through it.
In the state of emotion, You Fang did not look back, and he could also hear that this was played by a young girl. Her fingers were delicate and boneless, but she contained a strong feeling.
Xie Xiaoxian couldn't help but look at the stage. She was just laughing at You Fang for being distracted by looking at the beauty, but now she saw that the girl was stunned. The feeling in her heart was really indescribable. She inexplicably thought that if You Fang were still sitting here
The location will definitely make you fascinated at first sight.
The girl on the stage is close to 20 years old, with soft milky white skin that looks like it can be broken by a blow. Her hair is scattered casually with a black double-butterfly hairpin on her right temple. Her figure is naturally excellent, but there is something hidden in her sex appeal.
With a reserved and restrained temperament, sitting there with the pipa in her arms, she is enchanting and pure, and surrounded by the clang of the piano, it seems like a wild tranquility.
The piece she played was "House of Flying Daggers" that the little girl didn't play just now.
The sound of the strings started loudly and loudly at first, and then became noisy and scattered. The strings seemed to be plucked in a chaotic but orderly manner, as if there were an iron horse moving faster and faster. When they got closer, they suddenly became gentle, low and then high-pitched again, and the sound of the strings was like raindrops and jade.
The sound of the pan, long-wheeled fingers, interspersed with wiping, buckling, and plucking of strings is like two armies facing each other, thousands of troops arrayed at the front, which is so solemn that people dare not breathe loudly.
The invisible sense of chilling pervaded to the extreme, and the music suddenly turned and became desolate and wandering, like the moonlight shining silently on the wasteland. The tune has entered the second section, from the formation of the army, to the ambush from all sides, and the song is heard in the quiet night.
This song describes Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, who was trapped in Gaixia. Liu Bang's army was ambushing and surrounded him from all sides. In the big tent, he heard that he was besieged on all sides. The beauty Yu Ji committed suicide after dancing with her sword and singing, and King Xiang broke out from Jiming Mountain.
After the battle at Jiuli Mountain, he finally lost his face by the Wujiang River and returned to Jiangdong, where he also drew his sword and killed himself.
This song not only contains the fighting battles of gold and iron horses, but also the lonely and desolate sighs and hesitations. Hearing this, the traveler felt that the cavalry and swordsmen among the thousands of troops and horses were disappearing, and in the quiet night there was a beautiful woman lifting her warm hand.
Wan's eyes were staring at him. Is she the beauty Yu Ji in the king's tent? No, the music didn't seem to have ancient meaning, it was clearly a enchanting beauty in modern attire.
Hearing the sound of the sword singing softly in his soul, You Fang stretched out his left hand to touch Qin Yu's waist. This was the only action he made after hearing this song. However, Qin Yu was not on his waist. Naturally, he and Xie Xiaoxian did not carry their swords when they went out to eat.
The sound of the sword whistling seemed to come from a very far away place, or it seemed to be lingering in the music. The girl holding the pipa behind her seemed to be Qin Yu but not Qin Yu.
The sound of the strings was so wonderful, but You Fang seemed to hear a kind of inner struggle and hesitation. Is this the state of mind of King Xiang in Gaixia? No, not exactly like this, the music has its own feelings and is inclusive.
The hardships she experienced in her growth and the panic in her heart made her cry and complain, her strings were muffled by her thoughts, and she lowered her eyebrows and continued to play the formalities.
The sound of the pipa reached its most graceful and serene place, and You Fang's eyes became inexplicably moist. With his current cultivation level, he was actually moved by this music. Music is spiritual thought, and this spiritual thought is not that spiritual thought.
, but they have the same purpose. The girl playing the piano did not use any secret technique, but the sound of the piano seemed to be the result of divine thoughts.
The priest moved in his heart, and the tune turned again, as if a chilling sound was gradually heard inadvertently, and the swordsmen gradually rose and their breath gradually condensed, like the exchange of hand-to-hand combat with the echo of gold and iron. After a rush, I heard the wheel fingers stroking the strings in an uncertain manner.
The horse's hooves galloped far and near. It was almost inaudible in the distance, and then suddenly the strings sounded so loud that it made people's hearts tremble. The climax of the whole tune has arrived.
It was Xiang Yu's last life-and-death battle. On the way to break out of the siege, he turned back and fought into the Han army's formation. He took the general's head among the tens of thousands of horses. He lamented at the Wujiang River that he would no longer escape with his life. He abandoned his horse on foot and fought again.
In the Han army's formation, more than a hundred people were beheaded and more than ten were wounded. This song of ambush from all sides has transitioned from "King Xiang rushes into the formation" to "The Overlord abandons his horse".
The girl strummed the strings, arranged the strings, and plucked the strings with her fingers, which sounded like the sound of horse hooves, the clash of swords, and the shouts. The sound shocked the heart. The glass of wine in Yu Fang's hand was always fixed in the air, and he neither drank nor put it down.
The sound of the strings slowed down when they reached the densest part, and seemed to become scattered and compact alternately. Finally, Xiang Yu committed suicide in the Wujiang River. In a tragic and desolate tune, the four strings suddenly struck with a sound like cracking silk, and the whole song came to an abrupt end.
There was silence in the entire hotel lobby. All the guests were so shocked that they forgot any action for a moment and seemed to be still immersed in the echo of the four-stringed music just now. No matter where they were, everyone was looking at the girl on the stage in trance, with different expressions.
There was only one exception. You Fang never looked back. He held the cup calmly and his consciousness quietly seemed to have substance. At this time, he sighed and drank the remaining wine in the cup.
You Fang moved in front of him. Xie Xiaoxian was the first to react and applauded immediately. Then the whole hall burst into applause. The only person who didn't applaud was You Fang. He just put down his wine glass gently, with a look of emotion and a wry smile.
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The girl ignored the applause in the hall, looked at You Fang's back and smiled lightly, lowered her head and gently picked up her skirt, straightened her slightly scattered hair in front of her forehead, walked off the stage with her pipa in her arms, and walked straight towards You Fang
This table. She came to the table and stood there, nodded and smiled at Xie Xiaoxian: "You must be Sister Xiaoxian!"
Xie Xiaoxian was surprised. There were many people who knew her. It was normal for her not to know her, but those people would not call her Sister Xiaoxian. She pushed her chair and stood up in surprise: "You know me? You, you... you
It must be Wu Yuchong!"
You Fang secretly sighed, this woman's intuition was really terrible. Xie Xiaoxian had never met Wu Yuchong before, and he called her by name the first time they met. As for Wu Yuchong calling Xie Xiaoxian's name, he was not surprised.
When I thought about it again, it made sense. I remembered that when they were in Yibin, Xie Xiaoding and Xie Xiaoxian had quite a lot of contact. The person they talked about the most in private was Wu Yuchong. What did Wu Yuchong play when he was playing the pipa on the Nanguang River?
The little wanderer was so fascinated by the music that he listened to it. In the end, he even helped him get off the boat with his own hands. Xie Xiaoding must have said this.
Seeing such a charming, almost impeccably beautiful girl, playing such a pipa song, and then coming directly to the table, Xie Xiaoxian could certainly think of Wu Yuchong.
Wu Yuchong smiled and said, "Sister Xiaoxian is so smart. No wonder Sister Xiaoding praises you every day, and Brother Youfang also mentioned me to you?"
"I have mentioned it, I have mentioned it often, and I am full of praise for you... Didn't you study in the United States? How did you come here?" Xie Xiaoxian smiled and lied. In fact, You Fang never mentioned Wu Yuchong in front of her.
Just as he said this, a man came over and took out his business card from his pocket and said to Wu Yuchong: "Miss, your pipa is so good. I have never been so intoxicated! Let me introduce myself, I am...
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Before he finished speaking, Xie Xiaoxian raised his eyebrows and scolded softly with a cold face: "Isn't this Mr. Long Tenglong? Just eat your own food when you come to dinner, and don't disturb my conversation with my sister!"
When the man saw Xie Xiaoxian, he shuddered involuntarily, quickly retracted his hand, nodded and bowed: "Director Xie is here to eat too? She is your sister? Sorry to bother you, sorry to bother you!"
He turned around and left. It was obvious from his appearance that he knew Xie Xiaoxian. He might have been in the police station and had a criminal record.
Wu Yuchong seemed not to have seen this scene at all, but still smiled and said to Xie Xiaoxian: "I have completed my credits and have nothing to do, so I will go out for a walk and come to China to see Brother You Fang, and at the same time learn something else.
I just arrived in Guangzhou today and wanted to find a place to have a meal. I happened to see Sister Xiaoxian trying to order House of Flying Daggers for Brother You Fang, but unfortunately I didn't finish it. I made a joke and discussed it with the people who were performing.
, I held my own pipa and went on stage to play a song."
At this point, the waiter came over again, holding a stainless steel tray. In the tray was a stack of hundred-yuan bills spread out in a fan shape. He said a little embarrassedly: "Ahem, lady, this is what the gentleman over there wants."
I sent it here as a thank you piece."
Before You Fang could say anything, Xie Xiaoxian glared at the waiter and said with a straight face: "Is it rich to pay money to listen to music? She is my sister and a guest here for dinner. She came on stage to play on a whim.
Yes, please pass these to your actors here, thank you on their behalf!"
The waiter's face was red with shame and he was about to leave, but Wu Yuchong stopped him, pointed at the banknotes in the plate with a smile and said: "Tell that gentleman that I am not playing the pipa for him. You want me to come on stage specifically."
Play a song for him, this is too little money, add four zeros after it, and make a cashier's check."
You Fang finally couldn't help but interjected: "Yu Chong, long time no see, you are still so naughty!"
Wu Yuchong turned around with a smile and said: "Brother You Fang, I came on stage to play "House of Flying Daggers" for you. Why don't you even look back?"
You Fang also smiled: "I didn't have to look back to know it was you."
He did not need to look back to know that the person playing the pipa on the stage was Wu Yuchong. He had heard her play this song in Nanguanghe, and he felt it was very magical at that time. But when he listened to the same song again today, he felt that there was an indescribable change in the sound of the strings.
The rhyme in the music is much more complex. A skilled performer's understanding of life, society and his or her own situation will be included in the performance of the music. If you hear the strings and know the meaning, you can naturally hear the traces.
Seeing Wu Yuchong again, she seemed to have a subtle change. The song just now touched You Fang's mind. When she came over, You Fang didn't look back but felt her heartbeat inexplicably, but she didn't understand why. Wu Yuchong only focused on talking to Xie Xiaoxian.
, instead left him aside for a moment, and then turned around to chat with him.
Wu Yuchong: "Does Brother You Fang like the music I play?"
You Fang nodded and said truthfully: "It sounds good, it sounds so good, I'm even drunk!"
Wu Yuchong asked playfully: "In addition to "House of Flying Daggers", there is also a song "The Overlord Removes His Armor". If Brother You Fang wants to hear it, I will play it for you again, okay?"
You Fang quickly waved his hand: "Forget it, aren't you tired? Aren't you here to eat? Let's sit down and eat together."
Xie Xiaoxian asked the waiter to add more bowls and chopsticks, took the menu, and reordered the dishes. He pulled Wu Yuchong to the chair next to him and sat down. A piano case near the entrance window of the hall was also brought by the waiter. Wu Yuchong packed up the pipa.
She brought the jade-shaft pipa with her, the one given by Shen Sibao.
You Fang and Xie Xiaoxian had almost finished eating, so they ordered some staple food to accompany Wu Yuchong to eat. They also ordered a crab meat soup dumpling for her, which they served with a straw. Wu Yuchong took the straw and asked curiously: "What is this for?
of?"
You Fang: "This is for sucking up the soup. Insert it through the middle of the top fold of the bun. Be careful not to burn your mouth."
Wu Yuchong took a sip of crab meat soup, and Xie Xiaoxian said from the side: "Sister Yuchong, what do you want to drink?"
Wu Yuchong blinked and said, "Are you drinking? I'll have some, too. What kind of wine is this?"
You Fang poured her a glass: "This is ten-year-old Nuerhong."
Wu Yuchong opened her eyes wide and said: "Nerv Hong? What a beautiful name! I have heard of it a long time ago but have never tasted it. Thank you Brother You Fang for pouring the wine for me." She picked up the wine glass and lowered her head to take a sip, frowning slightly.
Said: "Why do I think of Chinese medicinal soup? This wine is a bit bitter in the mouth?"
You Fang smiled: "Yellow wine can really be used as medicine. There are some Chinese medicine pills that are mixed with rice wine. If you grew up in the United States, you may not be used to this kind of taste. Take your time and taste it. The aftertaste will be very unique and beautiful. If you
If you can feel it, you will like it. If you really can't drink it, forget it. Someone used to mix your foreign wine for me, and I felt it was sour at first. But after tasting it carefully, I felt that it had its own merits.
A good wine is a good wine after all, it depends on who tastes it."