His fingers unconsciously or instinctively plucked the strings, and the clear and clear sound spread faintly. There was no music, only one note, but it made people feel that it was so beautiful that it could rival the most charming music in the world.
The sweet words, the most beautiful oriole in the empty valley, the most beautiful fairyland of flowing clouds.
He didn't use any tricks, he simply played the piano, and the sound spread naturally. The soul-stirring tone almost shocked the other people in an instant. It seemed that the piano itself had endless magic power and could enchant a person's three souls.
Qi Po caught it easily.
Liu Lun... is still so beautiful, has not changed...
The sound of the piano in his ears was no longer the sound of a piano, but the sound of the six wheels talking to him.
She said that she had been waiting for him, waiting for her master to come back...
She said that only he was her master, and only his fingers could produce her voice...
She said that she knew that the master would definitely come to her, and she knew who he was, so she kept waiting and waiting...
"The six-wheeled snow harp is said to be the king of the harp six hundred years ago."
The old man from the piano shop suddenly said something with emotion. He looked at Tianlan with complicated eyes. After spending most of his life with these pianos, he had long regarded them as his own children. Whenever he gave a piano to a destined person,
When he is in the hands of others, he is sad that he will never see this child again, but he is also relieved that she can find a good home. Isn't this the melancholy of a father?
Only this child has always been so stubborn and would rather hide in the deepest and darkest corner than look up at the future.
It turns out that the child Liu Lun was waiting for someone... When she finally met the person, her beautiful piano music was enough to overcome hundreds of years of silent loneliness...
"The six-wheeled snow harp is rumored to be the king of the harp six hundred years ago." The old man from the harp shop repeated it and began to explain, "It is said that a peerless genius emerged in the harp path six hundred years ago. He was obsessed with harp skills and collected information from all the major
He wrote music scores, made instruments, appreciated instruments, and tasted instruments. He used his unique secret method to create unprecedented musical techniques. To this day, half of the top ten divine songs come from him."
"This guqin genius spent his whole life to create the most unique and unique instrument of which he is most proud - the six-wheel snow harp. With his unparalleled music skills and a beautiful guqin, he defeated countless masters in the world, and in the last six rounds
Xueqin also accompanied him throughout his entire life."
Tianlan stroked the six-wheeled snow piano with one hand, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Is this how history is written? It turns out that it is just like this. Where have all the entangled grievances and grudges gone?
No one saw his expression, and no one knew the real history, but it didn't matter, the past was over and gone, and it was useless to pursue it any further.
"However, the six-wheeled snow harp made by that genius is said to have become spiritual. He was deeply saddened by the death of his master. From then on... no matter who played the harp, the harp never made any sound again... until today."
He looked at Tianlan, had Liulun finally waited for her destined person?
Tianlan let out a long sigh.
Why are you doing this? Xu Yinsheng was already dead back then. Xu Yinsheng really hopes that you can find a partner who can go all the way to the extreme realm of Qin, because he was really wrong and he was not qualified
I continue to have the most beautiful piano in the world.
So he chose death, and chose to use the power of his soul to completely remove the impurity from your body and turn you back into a six-wheeled snow harp. No killing will pollute your harp heart, and no one will call you "blood harp" anymore.
". People will only know you as the purest and most beautiful Guqin like snowflakes. Isn't this great?
Why are you waiting for me? Why have you been waiting silently for six hundred years?
Do you know that even if you wait, that person will no longer regard you as the only Xu Yinsheng. That piano demon or piano fanatic has disappeared forever.
Even though I have the same memory, I am no longer your master, but "Tianlan", just a bystander who understands your story. The grudges from the previous life have already been wiped out at Naihe Bridge, right? Why do you have to wait?
?Why are you desperately calling me?
Is there not another person in this world who can make you obey from the bottom of your heart? Or, it doesn't matter whether you have memories or not, what you think is just this soul that loves you deeply?
Six rounds, what do I do?
The old man of Qinfang didn't know the complexity between them, but he was happy to comfort Liulun that he had found the right person, and said: "Young man, Liulun Xueqin has chosen you, and she will be yours from now on. Treat her well!"
Tian Lan looked deeply at Liu Lun, shook his head under the surprised and puzzled eyes of everyone, and said: "No, the person she is waiting for should not be me... it should be a peerless luther player who can take her to the extreme realm of qin."
Xiaotang said: "Isn't that you, young master? When it comes to a peerless piano player, who can compare to you?"
No, because he chose to be a wind sorcerer in this life instead of choosing to be Xu Yinsheng, so the path he wants to take is "the way of magic" rather than "the way of piano". Even if there is no more harpist in the world than him
Gao Ming, he can never give his whole heart to Qin.
So... So, even if we are destined to meet Liu Lun, we are not destined to get together.
The old man from the piano workshop said: "You really don't want a six-wheel snow piano? I guarantee that this piano is definitely one of the top pianos in the world. If you miss it, you will never have the chance to encounter such a good piano again!"
Tianlan didn't know if she heard what he said, but she just stared at Liulun Xueqin for a while, then turned around very slowly, raised her feet and walked out.
"Hey? Wait for me!" Ye Yi looked back and forth between him and Gu Qin several times. He couldn't figure out what was going on with him, so he stamped his feet and shouted to catch up.
Xiaotang turned around and glanced at the beautiful pure white guqin, and she guessed something in her mind. Although the young master never mentioned the past life of reincarnation, she could understand that this piano may have a deep connection with the young master's previous life.
Deep entanglement, I'm afraid he felt very uncomfortable making such a choice.
The old man from the piano shop couldn't help but be surprised when he saw that they had actually left. Didn't this young man in white come to buy a piano? He was told that the one in front of him was the best piano in the world, but he didn't want it? What's going on?
He couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't figure it out. A pair of old hands gently fell on the guqin, which was once his favorite. He was stunned. His hands actually felt the body of the qin trembling slightly. The famous qin has a soul.
How much emotion does it take to make the piano vibrate?
His mood was extremely complicated. He could see that Liulun Xueqin really liked that young man. Maybe that person was the only one in the world who was the destination Liulun longed for...
Six rounds…
Just when he was about to step out of Yipin Qinfang, Tian Lan couldn't help but stop and look back. Xu Yinsheng's feelings for Liu Lun in his previous life seemed to still linger in his heart so clearly, and the memories from six hundred years ago kept lingering in his mind.
Repeatedly, the affectionate calls make the past and present subtly overlap.
He is not Xu Yinsheng, but he is Xu Yinsheng. Even though his personality, memory, and experience are all very different in his past life and this life, deep down in his soul, he is still the same person. If he had not recalled the memory of Xu Yinsheng, he would not have known it.