cinnabar tears
A song "Sunshine White Snow" with a green skirt like bamboo shoots, the dexterous ten fingers, with a fresh and smooth melody and a lively and light rhythm, strokes the scene of the earth revives, everything is glorious, and the vibrant early spring scene.
It is undeniable that her piano sound is vivid, like water trickling, and like cooking smoke, which is refreshing and indescribably comfortable.
After a song, the girls beside her cheered her. However, Xiaoyu, standing on one side, looked at the calm and indifferent Su Nianwei with extra worry at this moment. She found that she was calm from the beginning, and even if the green girl stroked this tune, she was not overly anxious.
At this time, Xingchen came to her side and muttered faintly, "Girl, do you really want to compare?"
"Is Mr. Xingchen looking down on me?" Su Nianwei replied unwarmly.
"No, that's not what I mean, but the green girl is the leader of the Yanyu Building. Her playing skills are taught by the girls..."
"I know, you want to say that her strength is extraordinary, but I can't compare with her, right?"
"Girl..."
"There is no need to say more. Let me give up now. It is undoubtedly to take back the water I just poured out. What makes me lose face?"
"If the girl decides to give up, then you can solve the difficulties for the girl!"
"I forgive the beauty of Mr. Xingchen, but since I have said it, no matter how impossible it is, I will go. Even if I am ashamed for a moment, I don't want to be laughed at for a lifetime!"
"You..." Looking at the firmness and determination in the clear eyes, yes, under the long eyelashes are the black eyes of autumn water, like a clear mountain spring... The purple grape-like pupils are particularly black and bright, like two rare black pearls immersed in the sea of wisdom, always emitting mysterious and indifferent light, leading others. The eyes fell step by step.
"Son Xingchen, how is the piano skill of the green man just now?"
Just when the stars were a little unable to extricate themselves, the delicate voice of the green man suddenly broke the silence between the two.
Su Nianwei didn't say much, but just stepped back a few steps and gave the space to the uninvited guest.
Xingchen first looked at Su Nianwei in embarrassment, and then waved his brocade sleeves. He could only say truthfully: "Green, your piano skills are getting more and more exquisite, and the "Sunny Spring and White Snow" is really euphemistic - like a mountain spring winding from the secluded valley, flowing slowly, bit by bit, penetrating people's hearts. . Let people fly with the sound of the piano, the artistic conception is melodious, and there is indescribable beauty.
Knowing that he would get these praises, Green still pretended to be extremely surprised; "Ah? Is it true? Thank you, Mr. Xingchen, for your praise!"
"No need to thank me, this is the result of your long-term hard work!"
"Haha, prince, do you think I will beat that woman?" The complacent green costume suddenly pointed to Su Nianwei and asked boldly and arrogantly.
Xingchen was stunned and wanted to teach Lv Zhang a few words, but in the face of Su Nianwei's fearless and challenging eyes, he opened his mouth stiffly and didn't know how to answer next.
Xiaoyu beside her looked at the arrogant and rude green clothes and said angrily, "How can you do this... Wangchen... Wangchen girl has not been compared..."
Green's slender fingers raised and made a charming action: "What's better? Are you still stupid enough to think that she will beat me?"
Su Nianwei did not answer the conversation between the two, but went straight to the bench. She could touch the guqin in front of her, but she was not skilled.
So, next, she can only win with songs.
"Wow, you see, that woman is really shameless. She is openly against the green girl!"
"Yes, relying on Zhao's mother's favor and forgetting her identity, even the green girl dares to provoke."
"Yes, let's see how she gets off the stage. Lvshang's piano skills are very loud. She is really overestimated when she goes up this time!"
In the face of the angry words from the stage, Su Nian's red lips were only under the white veil and gently bit them. The look in the water eyes is still as calm as before.
When the wind blows, she is motionless. When the wind rises, the hair on her forehead is a little messy, but with a slight sadness. Then, she looked up at the clouds in the distance. The beautiful eyes, the water inside condensed like crystal, especially in the reflection of the sky, shining, as if covered with a layer of crystal glass, transparent and clean.
I couldn't see her face clearly, but he was attracted by her long eyelashes. The moment he closed his eyes, it seemed that the endless beautiful silver sky around him suddenly became dim, a touch of sadness, and instantly scratched his heart. It was a feeling of slight pain, which made him feel lost.
The wind rose again, and her hair was like snow, messy with white yarn, like a dream, like a fantasy...
The sound of the piano suddenly sounded. In the slightly clumsy sound of the piano skills, a sad sound was heard at the beginning.
Then, a lonely, cold and dusty song sounded in everyone's ears; "The song roared and the clouds and sword tested the world,
White clothes dyed with frost
The moment of beauty under the shade of drunken flowers
Linghua Tear Cinnabar
Remember the fireworks in the prosperous dream
Who cares about it by mistake
Yellow Crane Tower is empty and depressed
Green silk turns into white hair
Remember the exchange of the past years
Witching at the bridge
The blue yellow spring and the red dust are hard to find
Looking back on a hundred years..................."
The touching strings, coupled with the crying song and the red water eyes, seem to shake the world in an instant.
Mr. Xingchen was stunned, Xiaoyu was stunned, the green man was stunned, and the other girls hung their heads silently.
At this moment, there is nothing like this beautiful voice, this sad piano. It is so euphemistic and touching, but inadvertently reveals that kind of unforgettable sadness, and from time to time gives people a heartbreaking pain of separation.
Who is she and why can she compose such a song and sing such a song? Is the coldness and melancholy in her eyes telling him about her vicissitudes and encounters? Or does she, who cares about other men, have another heart full of holes?
At this moment, his heart seemed to be touched by her and stopped beating in an instant. The feeling of not being able to breathe smoothly made him almost suffocate.
Yes, this feeling is what he wants, but what he is afraid of. Picking up the curved paper she had just taken down, he felt clear for a moment.
No wonder, from the beginning, he has been doubting who filled this song. If this song is not done by Xiaoyu, a 12-year-old child, he can do it. I'm afraid that only she can volatilize it vividly in the world.
So, is the real author of this song "Zhu Sha Tears" her - Su Wangchen? So what kind of woman is she? What on earth has she experienced in this quiet, indifferent and peaceful woman? Or, what have you experienced?
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"Mirror Lake with low clouds
Sharp eyebrows in front of the beauty account
Who is asking you if you don't return
This situation is not just fireworks
Love farewell wine pours a thousand cups
Sleeping with a shallow face
How can the light and cold snow accompany
People have been sad for a long time
Only say that you should not regret this life
Sand Shanyan goes back
The flowers bloom and get drunk for no reason
Just who you owe
A drop of cinnabar tears........."
After listening to this song, a group of geese flew in the sky in a "human" shape.
Leave a little sad withering meaning for the boundless silver sky.
She stood up and looked at the dark clear sky in an instant. She found that her surroundings were so quiet that she could not feel her existence. Suddenly, she remembered the meaning of the song, and she burst into tears. Yes, from the beginning, there has been a bright yellow figure hidden in her hazy consciousness, and she mysteriously shuttled in her memory, vaguely showing his warm and handsome outline. In her mind, she looked at him feebly, approached step by step, and disappeared step by step. From beginning to end, his eyes were so desperate and unwilling.
Thinking about it, I only listen to the sound of "Shasha-" It turned out that the wind rose again.
The tip of the forehead is cold. When you wipe it with your hand, it is a drop of transparent water. Then, another drop fell, and a chilly feeling spread all over her body.
When she raised her eyes, a handsome and straight figure still appeared in front of her, as if she saw him smiling at her stupidly again, and then fondly called her "stupid woman - stupid woman", but she could only say the word "ugly"! In a trance, she looked a little at a loss, looked at him in a daze for a long time, and finally smiled.
The bright eyes are bent into an arc more beautiful than the moon.
He lost his mind in an instant. I was shocked by the beauty of this moment.
I don't know whether there was water in her eyes or fog, she found that the road ahead was a little confused. She couldn't find any direction. She just wanted to escape and lowered her head. She ran all the way. The branches of the locust tree hung her long black hair and tore her long skirt. But her tears also flowed all the way.
Inadvertently, her figure brushed his shoulder, and he felt a very soft smell floating at the end of his nose. He wanted to reach out to grab something, but he found that he was only busy capturing the smell, but forgot that her footsteps had gone away, leaving only pieces of desolate leaves.
The song is over, and the people are scattered...........
A faint sigh seems to continue!
No one expected that the woman, who was covered with white veil and suffered by everyone, would make such a touching sound and sing such a hurtful voice.
At that moment, all the girls were silent and finally dispersed with sadness.
Only the green figure that looks slightly desolate, her fair face has a deeper layer of paleness.
Even if no one will tell the winner of this game, she knows that she lost!
Yes, although her piano sound adheres to the elegant style of famous people, she can't interpret the true colors of the song as affectionately as this woman.
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