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Chapter 17 Luo Lianyi You Don't Know

Luo Lian was about to sit down with the purple clay pot.Suddenly from the other side of the pavilion came the low-pitched sound of the guzheng, once it was tuned, it could float across the lake and fly towards the Liqing Pavilion, like drizzle hitting plantains, one after another, it spread to everyone's ears.

"Master, here is so far away from the shore, how can the sound of the guzheng come over? And it is not affected by the wind at all, and every tune has not weakened, but is clear to the ears."

"This is because the person who plays the music injects internal force every time he picks and presses the strings. To transmit the sound completely and smoothly in this way needs to continuously inject internal force. If the internal force is too small, the sound will be incomplete, and if the internal force is too large, it will be broken. To break the sound, this is an extremely delicate process. It requires the performer to have not only deep inner strength, but also a calm artistic conception, not to be disturbed by anything, and to transcend the dust and all the chaos in the world."

"Luo Lian is right. The one who played the guzheng was my aunt. After my uncle died, my father brought her back to live. She has been praying in the ancestral hall on weekdays, and occasionally comes here to play the guzheng."

"It turned out to be senior, but your aunt's voice sounded like a girl's. If Luo Lian heard correctly, this song is "Yunshui Zen Heart""

Qing'er didn't speak, she just stared blankly at the woman on the other side, wearing a white dress, although she couldn't see her face clearly because of the white veil, but her gestures and gestures were all too familiar.

It turned out that the mother was still alive.

"Birds are singing in the empty mountains, people and white clouds live,

The gurgling spring washes my heart, and the fish play in the deep pool.

The wind blows the mountains and forests, and the moon shines on the flowers and shadows.

The world of mortals gathers and leaves like a dream, full of love and sorrow.

Looking at a piece of darkness, I cherish the moon.

It's hard to tell the meaning of lovesickness when you caress a song from afar.

My heart is like a cloud of smoke, dancing long sleeves in the air.

People are thousands of miles away, and souls and dreams often depend on each other.

Confidante empty promises.

Nanke is hard to wake up from a dream, empty old mountain forest.

Listening to the clear spring ding dong ding dong seems unintentional,

Reflect me in the silence of the long night. "

Everyone forgot to move, just stared blankly at the singing girl, forgot about the world for a moment, and all the trivial things in their minds were emptied, as if there was only the singing girl and the zither in the world, only myself, all All thoughts have been forgotten.

"Guzheng jingle, ding dong dong dong dong, like flowing water. Bamboo groves are sparse, springs and stones reflect each other, and the wonderful sound like the sound of nature spreads and relaxes, creating an ethereal and distant artistic conception, as if everything in the world is dissolved in this one. in the mood."

"Qing'er, Pipa."

Luo Lian sat straight on the sandalwood-paved ground by the pavilion, holding the pipa vertically, pressing the strings with his left hand, and plucking the strings with his right, accompaniment to the guzheng.

For a while, the original light guzheng music became richer. The guzheng sometimes hummed, and sometimes hit like fine raindrops, floating across the lake, melodious and melodious, with a melodious singing voice, "Occasionally, there are a few clear and short pipas, like broken flowers. It is as dense as brocade, floating among mountains and rivers."

No one remembers what they wanted to do, they only know that they have become soft and desireless in this tune and singing.

Luo Lian couldn't help singing too.

"...My heart is like a cloud of smoke, and I dance long sleeves in the sky. People are thousands of miles away, and their souls and dreams are always dependent on each other. The beauty is empty and I promise myself. Nanke is a dream, and the old mountains and forests are empty."

Luo Lian's clear singing voice is combined with the woman's wonderful voice, and the sound of the pipa is combined with the guzheng music, as if in a fairyland.

I don't know how long it took, the singing and music stopped, but they were still lingering in my ears, and never went away.

But Luo Lian has been sitting there, holding the Ziqing pipa, without moving. He heard the sound of the flute again, and the sound entered his ears, as if he wanted to convey some message to him.

But judging from the reactions of other people, they were still immersed in the "Yunshui Zen Heart" just now, and probably only he himself could hear the sound of the flute.

"Yunfei, I'm a little tired and I want to rest for a while. I'll go to the bar for you when I have a chance to make tea. I'm here temporarily today. Thank you for your thoughtful arrangement."

Originally, Qin Yunfei had prepared other sessions, but seeing Luo Lian's complexion was not very good, he guessed that it might be because he used his internal strength just now playing the pipa and was a little tired.

"Okay then, you go back to Geyunlou and have a good rest. I'll go and salute to my aunt, and I'll find a chance for you to meet again another day. What do you think?"

"I'm sorry. But Luo Lian wants to leave tomorrow, and I will be in Fengyulou recently. If Yunfei needs me, you can go there."

"Luo Lian, you've only been here for two days, why are you leaving in such a hurry?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know, Luo Lian understands that this is rude, but since you regard Luo Lian as a friend, I won't be too polite, but I have been a little flustered these two days, and I don't know why, I always hear ghost voices. Maybe I need to go back and recuperate for a while, please forgive me."

"Since you've said that, I won't keep you anymore. Luo Lian, you have to take care of your health. I'll send someone to send you out of the city tomorrow."

"It's work."

Staying in Geyun Tower that night, he still heard the sound of the flute, but he couldn't fall asleep. The sound of the flute seemed to be calling him, but there was no malice.Luo Lian simply got up and walked out of the attic, stood on the stand, and looked at the Li Lake below her eyes from a distance. In the Li Qing Pavilion, there was a woman playing the guzheng during the day, but Luo Lian didn't hear the music, maybe it was because of her Covering up the sound of the melody used some internal strength, and doing the opposite, the sound of the piano is only for myself to listen to.He vaguely saw another person behind the bead curtain, holding a flute.

Suddenly, I really want to go back to that person.

On the second day, Luo Lian returned to the Wind and Rain Building.When I entered, I couldn't see anyone, not a single guest, not even an actor. At some point, Qing'er behind me disappeared.

In the huge hall of Fengyu Building, there was only one person drinking in the corner——Luo Feng.

The flustered heart of the past two days suddenly calmed down.It turned out that the person who deliberately hid from the person who loved me was so uncomfortable. I thought that I didn't want to be bound by him, and I didn't want to live under his surveillance. After trying my best to escape from his sight, I found that I suddenly became Very lonely and flustered.

"Peach blossoms in spring and water green, mandarin ducks bathe on the water. Concentrate hatred on Canhui, Yijun doesn't know."

At this moment, when I came back into his line of sight, I suddenly felt relieved.

Luo Feng just drank quietly, glass after glass, the table was full of large and small empty jars, the best Huadiao wine, most people would be reluctant to drink like this.It looked like he had been drinking all night, he was in a bad mood, and everyone was kicked out by him.

Luo Lian's heart ached and she called out "Brother".Luo Feng didn't look up at him.But he must have heard it.

Luo Lian could only walk over and hold down the hand that raised his glass.

"Brother, stop drinking."

Luo Feng just glanced at him, didn't speak, took his hand easily and continued drinking.

The owner of the majestic Hundred Ghosts Flower Valley is actually such a child with a stubborn temper.

Luo Lian sat down across from him, poured himself a glass of wine, it was full, Luo Feng still ignored him.

Luo Lian pouted, feeling anxious for a moment, picked up the cup and poured it into his mouth. Just as his lips were close to the mouth of the cup, Luo Feng waved the Yinggan sword, only to feel the sword's edge sweep away, and the cup flew to the ground. Luo Feng's face was already on top of him, and he was about to stick to his face. Luo Lian could feel his breath on his cheeks, which smelled of alcohol, but not strong.

"You dare to drink?!" Luo Feng glared at him.

Luo Lian's body can't touch alcohol at all, and if he drinks a little, he will be allergic, and even if he doesn't die, he will be tortured enough.Sometimes there are good wines in the valley, and Luo Lian always wants to taste them, or even drink them secretly, but Luo Feng ordered people to hide those fine wines, and Luo Lian couldn't find them at all.

Seeing Luo Feng angry, Luo Lian felt inexplicably happy.Angry is angry, but you still feel sorry for me.

"Who told you to lose your temper at me, with a black face, tell you to ignore it a few times." Luo Lian acted coquettishly.

Luo Feng raised his chin, squinted his eyes, his blue eyes were a little tired, and occasionally there was some blood in the pupils.He looked into Luo Lian's eyes, "You clearly know why I'm angry, do you want to escape my sight so much?"

Luo Lian felt sad when he said this, and suddenly felt that he had done something terribly wrong, but felt a little wronged.

Lowering his eyes, he said in a tone of confession: "Brother, Lian'er was wrong." The voice was so low that only two people could hear it, and tears seemed to be about to overflow.

Luo Feng's heart softened all of a sudden, the day before yesterday when he heard the news that Ying Ying had lost Luo Lian, he knew that Luo Lian had used his own tricks, and nothing would happen if Qing'er was with him.But when he thought that his whereabouts were out of his control for a moment, the fire of ignorance rose in his heart, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he was, and he went to the Fengyu Building last night, drove away all the attendants, and drank alone, if If Luo Lian doesn't come back today, Luo Feng will definitely leave violently.But when he saw the person in front of him saying, "Brother, Lian'er was wrong." Luo Feng couldn't help but get angry, and then became a little annoyed, why would his emotions be led away by this person?

Biting Luo Lian's lips, without leaving any room, not giving him a chance to catch his breath.

Luo Feng hugged Luo Lian's back tightly with one hand, and grabbed his left arm with the other, unable to move a single point until he was out of breath.

Luo Feng stretched out his hand to untie his belt, Luo Lian was startled, this is the lobby, although there was no one there, but the door was still open.

Wanting to stop his hand, Luo Feng didn't give him a chance at all, the belt was pulled away with a "squeak", and Luo Lian's robe was loose, Luo Lian called out in panic, "Brother! Don't!"

Luo Feng finally stopped, still holding the plain white belt in his left hand, the next moment he picked up Luo Lian by the waist, picked up the sword on the table, flew to the top floor, and entered Luo Lian's room.

The empty Fengyu Building was unprecedentedly quiet, only a small sound could be heard somewhere on the top floor.

No sleep for one night.