Chapter 40 Half-covered Window

Half-covered the flower and wooden window.

From the window of the girl's room, you can clearly see the bamboo house in front of you.

A completely enclosed house, with no windows or doors. Except for the illuminated bamboo forest, the bamboo house is only a few hundred meters away from the girl's room. It can be forgotten at a glance.

This is a person who knows the piano and knows how to use the crisp bamboo sound to make the sound quality of the strings more crisp and melodious.

It is ancient and far away, as if it comes from an ancient era.

The little girl and I lay in front of the window, and the two of us just occupied the whole window.

"Do you think she will be in it?" Just one step away from the truth, the little girl was stunned, as if she didn't want to get close to her.

There is only one person who can answer this question, that is, the person playing the piano in the bamboo house.

I pulled up the girl, jumped thousands of miles, and went straight down from a green bamboo that was born horizontally to the front of the bamboo house.

The piano sound, which seems to be more beautiful and distinct.

It seems that there is a vast sky hidden between the clouds.

"There is no door here, how can we get in?" The little girl looked at me full of doubts.

If there is no door, how can the people inside get in? If there is no one, where does such a vulgar sound come from?

That being said, this small bamboo house, which looks just a little big, doesn't even have a gap, unless it is directly splitting the bamboo with a knife, but that's impractical.

We looked around the bamboo house several times, but we didn't find any hidden weapons. In a strange place, will the people in Jingxianju never hear such a piano sound? Still, such a perfect tone has long been regarded as the low and shallow row of ordinary singing women.

I leaned against the outer edge of the bamboo house. From this, I could also see all the movements in the girl's room, as long as the windows were open. It turns out that it is also easy to peep at girls, just like here, it is an excellent orientation.

"Wow!"

It hurts so much. I covered my buttocks and looked back at the girl.

She is smashing my buttocks with a small delicate stone.

"Hey, you're doing business! Why are you still in a daze!" The little girl squatted on the ground in frustration, had already raised another stone, and had already flown over to me.

I used the flower pen to resist the force of the stone rushing. The flower note hovered high and low in the air for several weeks before it gradually returned to my hands, including Tianyu Stone lying quietly on the flower note.

Although Tianyu stone is not a precious time, it is loved by everyone because of its beautiful legend, because it is mostly used to decorate places such as fake mountains and rivers.

It's just... I looked at the cool Tianyu stone in my hand and had an indescribable feeling. It seemed that I thought of something, but I couldn't remember it.

I approached the little girl. She just squatted on the ground and wrote a word repeatedly on the sand along the bamboo house with a branch. Hong."

I wrote it, wiped it off, and wrote it again.

There are a lot of Tianyu stones at her feet, which are dense, like a carefully paved sculpture handicraft. Tianyu stone is rarely placed on the ground as a paving and anti-skid stone. What's more, the surface of such a stone is too smooth to have any anti-skid effect at all. In rainy days, it may make people slip more easily.

I excitedly picked up the girl, observed Tian Yushi, and thought about some memories that I didn't know belonged to me.

"Dad, I miss my mother so well!" A child who was only three years old fell and pounced into the arms of a man in a white blue shirt.

The man didn't say anything, just quietly poured wine, didn't make a sound, and didn't push away the thin little body that clenched into his arms.

The strong smell of alcohol. In the eyes of this three-year-old child, what he smells most every day is the strong smell of alcohol. Although the maids come to the room to clean up every day, the man will lose his temper, hold himself in his arms like crazy, and then drive everyone away.

His temper has become more and more strange, but no one dares to say a word.

The man's thick beard was deeply rooted in the child who still didn't know much about anything. The child just subconsciously moaned a few times, and then hugged the earth's wine-like body tightly with his young hands. That face, perhaps because of alcoholism and long-lostness, is much older than his actual age.

It was not until later that the child knew that wine could also make him infatuated. It was not until later that the child knew that this strong liquor became stronger and stronger in light, and its name was Zhuyeqing.

"Ryutian, the Soul Sutra, the Flower and Moon Palm, the Broken History Evergreen... And all the martial arts classics in this study, you have to learn everything before you can take your mother back!"

There was grief and anger in the man's words, but it was so empty and hopeless, but from that moment on, it was always in the child's ignorant mind.

One day, the man was suddenly not drinking, and even his dark beard had been completely tidyed out. He put on a white gown, lifted his sleeves and lay on the table with a pen he had not moved for a long time, drawing and writing.

If you still meet him,

A true transmission,

It's not that you don't read books,

It's not a talentless,

You can't buy sample paper around Qingjiang.

A Qingjiang introduction, for a weak child, naturally, will not understand the deep meaning of it.

The man seemed to see the child standing beside him, and then opened a rare smile and took a fierce breath on the child's young face.

"Ryutian, you have to remember that these Tianyu stones are piano scores. When you arrange them according to this word, the piano scores will appear." He pointed to the paper lying on the table and looked at the child with a confused face. "Like this, again, put the smallest piece in the front, and put the small piece in the center of the left... Liutian, you must remember it. If one day you learn all the martial arts and take back your mother, remember to give this thing to her.

The child blinked his eyes and nodded hard.

However, if this child is given another chance to start over, then he will never nod again. He will hold the man's broad shoulder tightly, and he will never let go even if he dies.

The next day, the man suddenly disappeared from his life like his mother and never looked back.

And the most important thing in this child's life is to practice martial arts and learn more and more martial arts until he learns all the martial arts classics in the study. However, when he grew up, he realized that he would not finish all the classics here in his life, and even if he finished it, his father and mother would not appear.

Adults always like to lie to children. At this moment, he is already an adult.

"Hey, what are you thinking?"

The little girl leaned over her head and looked curiously at me.

"I just want to think of you." I responded casually, but I kept touching the Tianyu stone in my hand. Girl, we can go in! What a smart stupid girl who makes me happy.

I don't know if this sentence is praising the little girl or... Always, if it weren't for the little girl, I don't think I would have thought of Tian Yushi going up. I don't know if what I will do next will work, because I'm not sure.

"What's wrong?"

"Wait and you will know!"

I skillfully fiddled with every position of Tianyu Stone and pressed the clear piano score. Large and small stones actually represent different tones.

When all the stones are placed in the corresponding position, a door opens under his feet. To be precise, it should be a door to the underground.

I looked at the little girl. Perhaps it should be said that most of the buildings in this bamboo house are underneath, but a small ceiling is exposed on the ground.

Fortunately, the sound of the piano has not been interrupted.

It's just that in this long downward corridor, you can't see anything clearly, but you can faintly hear the sound of light water and the melodious sound of the piano.

It's getting closer and closer.

One bend, two bends and three bends, each turn left. I counted silently in the bottom of my heart. Obviously, according to such steps, we should return to the origin, but unexpectedly, what appeared in front of us was a small green bamboo room, surrounded by pure white candles.

A dressing table, a bronze mirror covering the mirror, and a box of lacquered wood jewelry box.

Simple and elegant colors, not gorgeous but not simple.

The person living in this room should be a light and elegant woman.

A pair of pale yellow brocade quilts embroidered on it is not a peony, not a mandarin duck, but a plain white water lily, lonely and scattered. It gives people a feeling of desolation.

It seems that someone should have slept not long ago, because the quilt was only slightly scattered aside.

On Qifeng Jiuxian's table, there are several pieces of Qiaoming's specialty gauze: there are several lines of beautiful and elegant words on it. Just a few words, nothing special, but made me unconsciously stunned.

"If you still meet him,

A true transmission,

It's not that you don't read books,

It's not a talentless,

You can't buy heavenly paper around Qingjiang."

That year, my father said that if I saw my mother, I must bring this sentence to my mother together with the piano score.

That year, his father also said that Qingjiang was the only unforgettable memory of his life with his mother.

That year, his father finally said that his mother's literary talent and Simin were far better than him, so he had their own Qingjiang introduction.

Qingjiang Yin is a poem made by his mother, and Qing Jiang Yin is also composed by his father.

I looked at the candlelight in the distance, the ink on the desk, and the warm bedding. Is it possible that this person who hides under the ground of Jingxianju and plays such a unique skill is his mother?

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