Chapter 55 Youye

It's not easy to play Guzheng. It's too empty and solid. If you are not careful, you will make a wooden sound. After practicing the kung fu of the left hand, you can make the sound of the piano sing like a beauty, melting the magic of purifying the soul.

The foundation of playing the piano is the same as writing. At the age of four, I have been familiar with playing kite poems. It is the rule of the master to spend an hour every day learning basic skills and repeating them over and over again. So far, I still can't change this problem. When I move my hands, I meditate in my mouth: the name finger is piled and hanging with four fingers, hooking the string gently. I know that there is no other way to my left hand, and I can tremble and push it leisurely.

Rong Yu didn't play much in the second half, and he listened carefully to her playing the piano for a long time. If you close your eyes and listen, her piano skills will be able to achieve the unity of heart and hands, and the sound will be wonderful. But as long as he glanced at her, he couldn't help laughing. She was probably too Taoran, muttering and didn't know what she was saying.

"Spring and Autumn" is a tragedy. It is about a couple, a man goes out to fight against the enemy, and a woman has been waiting at home for nine years. I saw my lover in my dream at night, but I didn't know that I had already died on the battlefield and became a dead bone in the vast desert.

This song is divided into upper and lower parts. From the perspective of a man, the upper part depicts the magnificent scenery of the border and the miserable helplessness after the war. The second half depicts the evolution of women from hope, disappointment and despair. Such feelings are progressive and colorful, and it is extremely difficult to play the essence.

But she can control it easily!

It's just that the song is so sad, and her skills make a gorgeous summary at the end. Listening is a piano idiot, and you can't pull it out if you immerse yourself in it. After a song, he shook his head and sighed with tears in the corners of his eyes.

Bu Nuan looked at him like that and looked timidly, "uncle..."

Rong and her should be regarded highly. I was worried for a moment and happy for a while. She is simply a gold mine, able to embroider in different colors, and plays an amazing good piano. So it seems that if you really want to promise Xia Jiulang, that's a great concession!

"Mr.'s piano is really unique. It's not in vain for me to wait for so long." Rong Yu looked like listening to the sound, and he couldn't afford to ask him how his cloth warm skills were doing. Seeing that it was not early, he said, "Sir, make a price, and Qin Shen took it away."

Listen to the sound and wave your hand, "I won't accept your money, when I give it to my wife." A bosom friend is rare, and it's tacky to talk about money.

Rong Yu hesitated and said, "Mr. Cast the piano for a living. This year has been on the top. Shen Bai suffered from this piano and was very sorry."

"Don't accumulate." He said, "Although my family is cold, I still have the ability to give someone a piano. If the general doesn't accept it, he will look down on him, and there is no need to come back in the future.

Rong and knew his temper, so he had to thank him. Hearing the sound and sending them outside the door, he saw that Rong and did not bring servants, so he diligently summoned the store official and told him, "Qin Chong, don't call the general to carry it on your back. You take the basket to load it and send someone to Ye's house.

Rong Yu took off his shoulders and smiled, "Mr. Lao was upset. He sent the piano for nothing, and Zhang Luo sent it to the door."

With a smile, his moustache straightened up, "I made friends today, and I'm really happy! Next time he comes back to Gaoling, the general will at least take the little lady with him. At that time, we will invite three or five friends to be better. It's better for the wife to have a good face.

Bu Nuan put his left and right hands on his waist. This gesture has calm etiquette, which is just right to express gratitude. She said, "Sir, I don't think I'm clumsy. I must come back to join in the fun. If you don't dare to be higher, it's the younger generation who steals the ability to learn from teachers.

After listening to the sound, he repeatedly expressed admiration and admiration, and politely sent them out of the courtyard. Seeing that they had turned over the gate and building, he then withdrew his sight.

"Mr. Tingyin is an emotional person with a soft heart, and he will be moved to tears a little." Bu Nuan said, raised his head slightly, "If he is in Chang'an, he can really learn from each other often. There are not many such people looking for bosom friend in the mountains and flowing water.

Rong and looked at her, "There is a difference between men and women, bosom friend..." He frowned, "That's the relationship between men and men."

It's strange that nowadays, the folk customs are open, and there are many women who show up. Learning calligraphy and painting, learning rhythm, most of the time I work with men. Bu Nuan is not a farmer's daughter or a working people living at the bottom. She has a variety of ways to relax. It is impossible to be completely isolated from men, but he tries to intervene! Hearing that she did not reject becoming a confidant with a man, or might meet him in his absence, he was unexpectedly disgusted.

Bu Nuan looked at him and said nothing. After a long time, he said, "You ordered that piano a year ago. Was it supposed to be given to Sister Zhixian?"

He shook his head, "I want to use it. There are many pianos on the market, and few of them are top-quality. I used to listen to people play the piano in Youzhou. At that time, I was shocked. When I returned to Chang'an, I made a special trip to ask for it. He is so weird that he refuses to buy pianos all over the room. He just looks at people who are tailor-made.

Bu Nuan secretly jumped up and made a piano tailored for him. Isn't she destined to use it? Her cheeks couldn't help blushing and hurriedly lowered her head and said, "A gentleman doesn't like others. It was originally yours, but I snatched it halfway. How bad it is!"

There are not many ups and downs in his voice, as if to the extreme, "You use the same as me. Besides, this piano didn't even spend a lot of money, but it turned out to be for you. You don't have to eat my friendship. He thought for a moment and laughed again, "Being more, you are not a gentleman. You don't have to be embothrift."

She was really angrunted when she heard this, "You do this every time. If you don't laugh, will I lose a piece of meat?"

He coughed and pretended to be serious, "bu nuan, is this how you talk to your uncle?"

She will never bow down and say something like "Please punish my uncle". She only hooked her hair on her temples and looked at him in the setting sun. "Mangma still said you love me. Do you love me? Do you always take pleasure in sarcasm me?"

Whhhhhh I feel the most profound feeling is myself. He has a self-contained temper and always thinks that he lacks a lot of emotions. For a while, he even doubted whether his personality was flawed. Now that he knows a lot, his heart can also be very rich, but he needs personal development to teach him what pain and cherish.

She is beside him, small, and she should look up when she looks at him. He smiled softly, "I didn't make fun of you. If you went to the North Gate to see my office, you wouldn't have thought these words were sarcastic."

That's true, the general's iron blood and his gentleness are as famous. Last time I witnessed him scolding the wet nurse, I knew that he just had a good face by mistake. Inferred in this way, he was already very polite to her.

"That means you love me, don't you?" In fact, she herself felt strange why she was entangled in this "painful" question. It's a bit like flirting with him, but it feels good.

The general was a little embarrassed. He never thought that such a thing would happen. A pink girl looked at him and asked him if he loved her. How to answer this? Can't you keep it in mind? Do you have to say it?

He raised his index finger and touched the bridge of his nose repeatedly, which really couldn't open his mouth. After thinking about it for a long time, he said earnestly, "Warm, I'm the same as your father. There is no father who doesn't love his daughter."

Bu Nuan suddenly felt cold and sad and muttered, "This man is really boring. How can he get involved with my father!" How old are you to be compared with my father!"

He sighed in a low voice, "I'm 27 years old and 12 years older than you. Isn't that enough?"

She couldn't hang on her face and floated with deep sadness. "What about twenty-seven? Why did you say you were the same as my father when you were 12 years older than me?

Probably the biggest helplessness in the world is the age gap! You gave birth to me, but I gave birth to you. How many people are sad and helpless about this.

Walk slowly on the way back. The road is not very long, and I hope I can't go all the way.

At sunset, the sunset pulled the figure long and spread it obliquely on the bluestone pavement. One tall and one short, indeed like an adult leading a lost child.

Gaoling did not close the market, so there is another good one. You can see what fireworks are. The family began to make a fire and cook. There was no stove in the business, so they lit the stove in front of the door. Take the straw to catch fire and throw it into the coal ball. The whole street is choking smoke. Then throw the potato into the stove and stew the soup in a pot on the stove rack. The child was greedy and was afraid that the potato would be thrown away, so he squatted on the ground to open the seal of the stove. After a while, he took a strip to turn over the potato, smiling and full of fire, and he was not afraid of heat, and sweat came out of the tip of his nose.

Bu Nuan envied, and saw a restaurant building a shed selling pumpkin porridge on the roadside from afar. She pulled Rong and ran over. The porridge rolled out of the orange round waves in the copper pot, and the hot melon steamed on her face. She sniffed it vigorously, and then smelled a warm, old and poor smell.

She squinted at him and said, "Can we go back after eating? You probably have to drink again. There is something in your stomach, so it's not easy to hurt yourself.

He agreed, and she immediately turned to the store and shouted, "Man, man."

In it, a second child in a crotch robe ran out and bowed happily, "What do you two use? Come inside, it's time to smoke mosquitoes!"

Bu Nuan said, "Just use it outside. I want two bowls of porridge and add a few side dishes." She turned around and shook him, "Okay?"

With her appearance, his heart almost turned into a pool of water. Being petite is her unique trait, and I'm afraid no one in the world can resist it.

She dragged his sleeve and asked for his opinion with a smile. Going all the way, I don't know when the hairpin is crooked, and the warm dripping Guanyin on the hairpin's head is about to fall down. He subconsciously helped him, as if he had changed a pair of hands brushing the strings. The fingertips are soft, for fear of damaging her.

"Listen to you." He looked at her bun and felt more and more that Jin Yue had not worn it well. She was so addicted that she even wanted to dress her up again.

At the request of some comrades, I decided to update it today at about 4 p.m. Remember to poke it~~~