frightfiction Chapter 247
Chapter 247
Already defeated in terms of strength of character, even though he could still compete in skills, he lost again in music.Wei Yueyan played the tragic and impassioned "Song of King Xiang", like a soup full of color, fragrance and extremely irritating taste buds, and no matter how vigorously he played, it could not make up for the defect that the Yaoqin itself was not as thick as the drum. It can be a cup of precious fragrant tea with a clear smell, but it is dull because the taste buds have tasted a stronger taste.
"Miss Qiuhua, you..." The bustard walked into the lotus platform with her skirt in hand, only to find that Qiuhua's face was pale, and she couldn't help feeling distressed.
"Mom." Qiuhua didn't put away the piano, rolled up her sleeves and walked upstairs, passing by the old bustard, said, "Let me go."
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When Wei Yueyan and Ling Qiufan took Granny Xi out of the Yueji Building, it was dusk and the lights were just beginning to light up, and the faint fragrance blown by the evening wind entered the nostrils, making people feel refreshed and happy.Wei Yueyan hired a carriage, took out some banknotes from his lapel, and stuffed them into Granny Xi's arms, and said: "Today, Qiuhua lost completely, and her reputation is no longer, I'm afraid she won't let it go. Go all the way from here To the west, you can go to Jiangzhou, where you can buy a house and make a living with peace of mind."
The mother-in-law Xi didn't twitch, the wrinkles under the eyebrows stretched out, and the eyes that had settled after the weather revealed a kind light. She accepted Wei Yueyan's banknote and thanked softly: "You two girls are very warm-hearted, and you are old. I am very grateful. I don’t know if the two girls will be free in the future. I want to play a song for you to express my gratitude.”
Chapter 130 Eight Precious Gifts
"The old lady can also play music?"
Ling Qiufan had a look of surprise on her face, she is a person who loves the piano, even if she didn't like Qiuhua in Yueji Tower just now, she still hoped that after Wei Yueyan beat the drum, she could see the piano skills of Jinling's number one oiran .It's a pity that the battle in Fengyue Field is different. If she presents the song immediately after Wei Yue's Yangu song, no matter whether her piano skills are good or bad, she will suffer some disadvantages in the style of the song, and she will fall behind.Therefore, Qiuhua finally chose to admit defeat and stop fighting, which was a wise choice to save her last bit of dignity.Peeping through this key layer, Ling Qiufan and Wei Yueyan didn't push again.
Hearing that the old lady was willing to repay with the qin music, she thought she was a master among them, and couldn't help but be overjoyed immediately, they found an empty pavilion, and asked the old lady to quickly play a song.The old woman took off the piano bag on her back and untied it, carefully lifted out a banana leaf piano from inside, stretched out her hand to caress it carefully, her eyes were so soft that water dripped out, her affectionate eyes seemed to be looking at something she hadn't seen in years. lover.She hugged the piano and sat on the side of the beauty. Once she sat down and lowered her eyebrows, she could see the beauty of the past.
The finger is full of shock, as if sitting at the end of the mountain, the snow and ice pour down from the fingertips, the heavy snow presses the road, and the wind is full of the mountainside.Suddenly I saw thousands of remnant soldiers returning home wearing a moon, their golden arms scattered and their walking difficult, the banners fluttering and their armor heavy on their shoulders, leaving their marks on the long and lingering ancient plank road step by step.All of a sudden, the sound of the zither was heard far away, the flying arrows were like locusts covering the sun, and the clang of the fingers made the sound of swords and knives. Although they were at the end of the crossbow, they were still fighting desperately. Blood stained the flagpole red, and every soldier who took over pulled the flag from the bones of his comrades and carried it on his shoulders.
As long as there is one person alive, the banner must stand, and as long as there is still one breath left, you must fight to the end.
At the end of the song, Ling Qiufan was still immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself, Wei Yueyan raised his hand to wipe his face in a daze, and was surprised to find that his face was full of tears.She got up and clasped her fists to her mother-in-law and said: "My mother-in-law's piano skills are superb, and it's my good fortune to listen to my mother-in-law."
If it is said that her drum music just now made people appreciate a real bloody battle, then this Granny Xi's piano music really led people to an ancient battlefield that had been silent for a hundred years, in the snowy desert, and suddenly saw the heroic heroes of the year dying In fighting, there is no such thing as the myth of winning more with less. There are just ordinary soldiers doing their best to protect the dignity of the country until the last moment.
Yaoqin is not like Qin Zheng and pipa, which can be woven into a piece of gold and iron horses by twisting and wiping, and it is not like chime bells, sheng and drums, which can create a majestic movement when the hands are lifted and the wrists are dropped.It can't play sharp and sharp, and it can't play the vastness, but it presents a myriad of scenes, which can move the soul of the army through the ages.
Ling Qiu asked politely: "Dare to ask my mother-in-law, what is the name of this song?"
Granny Xi didn't put the piano away immediately, she put the piano on her knees and said with a smile: "Just now the general played "Song of King Xiang", and I want to compose "Hanshiguan" by myself."
"It's actually "Hanshiguan"." Ling Qiufan said with a clear and shallow smile: "King Xiang died by the bank of the Wujiang River. It should be a hero who is lonely and lonely, but "Song of King Xiang" is impassioned and presents a majestic image The King of Han's merits have lasted through the ages, and it is because of his vigor and sharpness that he is full of vigor, but "Han Shiguan" has a sense of desolation and sadness. These two songs are interesting."
Granny Xi lowered her head and caressed the body of the piano in her bosom, and the warm and smooth touch lingered on her fingertips, "People who are defeated and perish, there are times when victorious and triumphant. .The ones who suffer are those who survived.”
The poor bone beside the Wuding River is still a person in a girl's dream in spring.
"Mother-in-law, I'm sorry, I don't know..." Ling Qiufan apologized immediately, she was just sighing, but unexpectedly brought out the sadness of this mother-in-law.Thinking about it, it should be the case. Wei Yueyan could play such a real drum song because she was a general who fought at the frontier for many years.But this mother-in-law Xi, who has outstanding piano skills and lives in a brothel, can deeply understand the desolation after the war. She must have personally experienced the pain of the death of her loved ones in the frontier.