Chapter 184 That Qu Pingsha Luoyan!

"Hey, old man, it's midnight. You can't eat just by looking at the stars. It's time to cook, right?" At this time, sitting on the threshold and smoking a stuffy cigarette, listening to Mu Fan, who muttered alone, looked at Qu Tiandao, who was lying on the rattan chair and complained quietly;

"Wait for Xuanxuan to come back and buy wine. I guess it's time to come!" Qu Tiandao is a leisurely way.

Mu Fan threw away his cigarette butts, stood up and walked to the living room. The whole room turned around and couldn't even find the steamed buns. Finally, he sat back on the threshold depressedly and lit a cigarette and continued to smoke.

Soon a white figure appeared in the night. It was Qu Chuxuan who went to the village to buy wine. Mu Fan stood up and walked over. When he arrived, he saw a few dishes in addition to a pot of loose wine in Qu Chuxuan's hand. Without saying a word, Mu Fan took the dishes and quickly walked to the living room. It was placed on the small wooden table that was only half a meter high.

"Green vegetables, green vegetables, green vegetables, or green vegetables, only one dish with some meat and fish, steamed carp!" Mu Fan's mouth trembled, but he still moved a small bench, squatted down, and ate it by himself.

Qu Chuxuan walked to the room, looked at Mu Fan, who was devouring, put down the wine, and went out. At this time, Qu Tiandao sat opposite Mu Fan, took two small glasses, filled the wine, took a sip first, blinked his mouth, and looked intoxicated.

"The brewed wine still has a taste. The wine sold outside is nothing! Boy, take a sip and see if the wine in our village is tasty enough!"

"I'm not free!" Mu Fan said, just care about picking up the vegetables in his mouth. Looking at Mu Fan eating vegetables, Qu Tiandao laughed happily.

"What are you laughing at? You think it's all the same as you. You've been hungry for two days and enjoy the stars elegantly!" Mu Fan snorted coldly, picked up the glass and drank it in one gulp, but as soon as the wine was in his mouth, he immediately regretted it and his throat was burning badly.

"What kind of broken wine are you?" Mu Fan grinned and asked;

"Sixty-degree sorghum wine, how about it? Is it okay? Is it mellow and sweet? Qu Tiandao looked at Mu Fan's coquettish red face and said happily;

Mu Fan has drunk a lot of spirits, but if he drinks like today, it is the second time that there is a fire in his stomach. The first time is that Long Tian forced him to drink it, and this is the time!

"Old guys are all virtuous!" Mu Fan said a word and continued to pick up the vegetables. At this time, Qu Chuxuan went and came back, but at this time, he had several rice bowls and an electric rice cooker in his hand.

Qu Chuxuan sat down and filled three bowls of rice, and then ate it by himself. He looked at this old man and a little one who only cared about drinking and ate a small mouthful of rice. Mu Fan lowered his head and took all the dishes aside. After a while, half of the fish was eaten. After eating three bowls of rice, the dishes on the table were in a mess.

When I was full of wine and food, I went back to the door and squatted and smoked.

The room was silent for a long time. Qu Tiandao finished drinking wine, and Qu Chuxuan finished eating. After simply cleaning up, they were busy with their own affairs. Qu Tiandao still carried half a pot of tea and lay on the rattan chair. Qu Chuxuan returned to his cabin,

Originally, it was depressing enough to be coerced by Qu Tiandao to come to this broken place, but now it's good that I'm just like a transparent person. Not to mention that there may be any violent movement I thought before, I don't even have anyone to say. Thinking of this, Mu Fan criticized this old man again in his heart.

In the quiet field, the night wind came, with a trace of coolness, as well as the willow branches swaying in the night, the sound of insects in the field, and the squeaking sound of the shaking of the Qutiandao rattan chair.

In an all of an ausp, a string music sounded, dull, far away, unwilling, struggling, with a sound, sprinkled with thousands of thoughts.

Mu Fan was slightly stunned and suddenly looked at the brightly lit wooden house. At this time, Qu Tiandao said lightly, "I haven't heard the sound of Xuanxuan's piano for a long time. It's rare. Boy, you are very lucky, haha,"

Hearing this, Mu Fan snorted coldly and said, "I can't stand this blessing!"

I ignored Mu Fan's cold words, and Qu Tiandao continued; "This score is Pingsha Luoyan, also known as Yanluo Pingsha, which was first published in "Guyin Zhengzong" in the Ming Dynasty. Since its inception, more than 50 kinds of scores have been published, and there are many genres of music. Only the first episode of the Guqin Collection published in 1962 contains the performance scores of six pianists. The author of this song is said by Chen Liang in the Tang Dynasty; Mao Minzhong and Tian Zhi Weng in the Song Dynasty are also written by Zhu Quan in the Ming Dynasty. Because there is no reliable historical material, it is difficult to confirm who did it. But it's of no use to ask these questions. On the contrary, they have tarnished the personality of the predecessors. In the past, I hated this kind of bullshit literati most. I used to write about the heart and chest of Yishi. However, when I was old, I experienced more things, worried, and did more miscellaneous things, so I slowly found that most of them were actually People all want to express some things they think through something. Whether it's a literati or a martial artist, there is no big difference."

Under the dim light, I couldn't see Qu Tiandao's expression, but listening to his indifferent words, Mu Fan's heart was suddenly deeply touched by something. That look, that appearance, has not been seen for a long time,

"Have you lived for a long time and people have become the same?" Mu Fan looked at the dark in front of him and said lightly;

"The same way... There is no difference when people are born, and when they are old, they are close to the loess. Naturally, many ideas are not much different..." Qu Tiandao looked sideways at Mu Fan, who was quiet and a little lonely at this time, and smiled faintly;

"Are you also very homesick now?" Mu Fan suddenly looked at Qu Tiandao, looked at his vague and peaceful face, and asked calmly;

"When you are old, you want to enjoy your family. When you are old, you will live on memories. In the memory, it is not the glory and glory of your past, but the trivial things between you and your family and friends. Ha ha, Cao Cao, a great politician in the Three Kingdoms period, is ** for a while. How about dying when you are old? The suicide note is not the little thing at home, so Cao Cao is a sensible person..."

"It's different. It's still different between people! At least some people still have to do something even when they are old. What should be done and what should not be done, what is right and wrong..." Mu Fan leaned against the doorbar and booed with a cigarette;

"The old man is determined to be thousands of miles away! There is a kind of person who is the most respectable, but most of this kind of people's lives are miserable! Applause and scolding are always with these people, but it is also this kind of person that makes the younger generation with heavy responsibilities constantly appear in the romantic generation! For myself, this kind of person will never be understood by his family, but with others, he will always be remembered and followed..."

"Huh! What bullshit, remember and follow, it's just a fucking false reputation! In the end, it's just a joke!" Hearing Qu Tiandao's words, Mu Fan sneered and his eyes were full of resentment.

Qu Tiandao looked back at Mu Fan at this time and smiled faintly. Ten minutes later, the sound of the piano subsided. He got up and walked back to the tile house opposite the wooden house, leaving a sentence.

"After playing the piano, it's time to go to bed. Find a place to sleep by yourself."

Looking at the shadow that was a little twisted at this time gradually disappearing in the night, Mu Fan turned his head and looked at the mountains in the distance, calm! There is a sentence floating in the air.

"You are a tragedy!"

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