Chapter 4: National skills, The Voice of Kingly Way (This chapter is free)

Tang Song had been dating with his girlfriend who studied art for nearly four years in later generations. During this period, he accompanied him to the piano room many times. Although one was a piano and the other was a string, there was still a basic influence.

The soothing sound of the piano came slowly, and there was no trace of noise. The rhythm control was extremely good, and people's thoughts were unconsciously integrated into the sound of the piano. Based on these two points alone, Tang Song could basically judge that the man in the water bamboo cluster was considered a great master. His girlfriend's control when playing the piano was compared with this person, just like the Taoist's statement just now - the height is completely different.

However, the judgment of the sound of the piano ended here. Tang Song lacked the basic knowledge in this area after all, so he could not tell whether the person was playing the fifth or seventh stringed guitar, nor could he understand the tune he played. In the end, he could only abandon all judgments about the sound of the piano and felt the emotions that the sound of the piano wanted to express.

After removing distracting thoughts and truly calming his mind, Tang Song quickly completely sank into the piano music. Wash his skin and the piano cleanses his heart. When he sinks in, he slowly feels the sadness contained in the piano sound.

Classical literature research is about dealing with ancient books. After reading many ancient books, Tang Song also knew that the ancients believed that sorrow was the most important thing for the ancients to play the piano, but this sorrow was not the better. Only by reaching the highest level of "sorrow but not hurt". In the past, when he saw this record in ancient books, he felt that it was mysterious and mysterious. After thinking about it, he could not understand what the state of "sorrow but not hurt". However, these confusions that had not been solved for many years were suddenly enlightened by the sound of the lingering piano coming from behind the water and bamboo bushes.

Although the sadness in the sound of the piano is very obvious, it does not cause the listener to have a strong emotional reaction. The feeling is a faint melancholy, just like the falling flowers in the deep spring, the leaves fall behind in early autumn, the passing of spring, and the beautiful time is difficult to last for a long time, but helpless. This melancholy is never strong, it is implicit and tactful, but it is precisely because of its subtlety that it will continue to be reminiscent of people's hearts.

Although this person who plays the piano expresses his personal subtle and tortuous emotions, he can make the listener feel sad and sad in spring and autumn that can resonate with the most resonant, and sigh at the melancholy of time. His ability to "transfer" is so high that there is no doubt about the skill of playing the piano.

The sound of the zither made Tang Song, who had completely sunk into it, couldn't extricate himself. After the song ended, the corners of his eyes became slightly moist.

He let out a long breath. Even Tang Song himself did not expect that a song of the piano could touch his heartstrings so much, nor did he expect that he had such a sentimental side. In the past, not only those colleagues, but also regarded himself as a tough guy.

The sound of the kingly way and the skills of the national craftsmen are indeed extraordinary! But why is the sound of this piano gone?

As soon as Tang Song looked at the water bamboo bushes again, the sound of the piano had passed away, and only the bamboo leaves responded to the faint mountain wind. I guess the person who was singing the piano had disappeared...

On the way back, Tang Song was always a little lost. He savored the sound of the piano from time to time, and was constantly guessing who the person who was playing the piano should be.

After thinking about it, I guessed that the vague figures were drawn in my mind. If this person who played the piano was a man, he would have been a character like Ruan Ji and Ji Kang, a seven sages of the bamboo forest in Zhengshi period, with a romantic and elegant character, and a noble character for the ages. If he was a woman, he would have been the one described in "The Goddess of Luo River" by Concubine Xiang and Cao Zhi, as graceful as a stunning geese, with snowy skin and ice skin.

If it weren't for such a character, how could he be worthy of such a piano music? It would be fine if it was just a man. If it were a woman... Is there really such a woman in the world today? Or is the one who plays the piano just like a white-haired old woman!

I imagined that when I returned to the thatched cottage, Zhuang Haishan still slept deep. Tang Song was lying down on the couch, thinking that he would have been insomnia like later generations and could not sleep for a long time. However, I just pillowed on a pillow made of mountain chrysanthemums and fell asleep soon.

It was a good night's sleep. When I woke up the next day, it was almost noon. Zhuang Haishan had prepared the meal early. Although there was no meat or fish, the dishes were extremely fresh, all of which were pure natural green organic foods. Tang Song was happy to eat.

While eating, Zhuang Haishan kept trying to point the topic to the party in Lumen Temple yesterday afternoon. However, in Tang Song's opinion, there was nothing to say, it was just a false story. He couldn't slap his face, and his attitude made Zhuang Haishan very unsatisfied. He muttered to himself, saying something like "Who dares to laugh at the young master in the future" and made fun of Tang Xu's dumbfounded look many times.

After dinner, Zhuang Haishan packed the book house for Tang Song, prepared all the pens, ink, paper and inkstones one by one. Even after grinding the ink, he said that he would go down the mountain and go back to the city.

Yesterday, the young master showed his face so much. He should return it to the master as soon as possible. Even the ten-point ink reward should be sent to his family. In addition, the things like oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and other things in the thatched cottage on the mountain should also be added... Every matter is a common housework.

In my memory, these things were always under the control of Zhuang Haishan, and Tang Song had no intention of changing them. He nodded and asked him to go, but just told him to add more wine to the things he wanted to buy, "Drink some wine, sleep better at night, and be more energetic."

After hearing this, Zhuang Haishan said nothing and turned around and walked out. When everyone was already out of the room, he was stopped by Tang Song.

According to the body's own memory, Tang Song vaguely knew that Zhuang Haishan seemed to have a good relationship. At the age of seventeen, it was normal for him to be seventeen. After all, this was the Tang Dynasty, which was stipulated by the court's laws that "the man was fifteen, the woman was thirteen, and the promised marriage". It was too late to consider men and women at the age of seventeen.

It was precisely when Tang Song suddenly thought of this that he called Zhuang Haishan, "This time I don't have to rush back to the city. It doesn't matter if I stay for another four or five days. You can live in the city and get everything you should do before you come back."

Seeing that Zhuang Haishan seemed to have not understood what he meant, Tang Song simply ordered more clearly, "Young women are always better ornaments, fruit and snacks. You are not allowed to meet people in the mountains, so you are already owed a little. This time you meet, you should prepare more gifts for your friends. Don't be jealous, even if you spend all the ten-point money, it's nothing."

Before Tang Song could finish his words, Zhuang Haishan, who was already seventeen years old, had a red face. He was such a simple and innocent young man! Seeing that he was like this, Tang Song couldn't bear to tease him anymore. After waving his hand, he turned around and went to Shulu without waiting for him to say anything.

Zhuang Haishan couldn't see the thatched cottage until he left, and the slutty redness on his face because he missed his wife was completely gone. If he talked about this topic, he wouldn't have such a big reaction. The key is that the person on this topic was really wrong. He was one year older than the young master, let alone Tang Song's food, clothing, housing, transportation, pen, ink, paper, and ink, and even everything in life over the years. Therefore, when he got along with Tang Song, he had a strong psychological age advantage.

Unexpectedly, this nerdy "little" young master actually talked about this matter today, and he was very sarcastic. The huge contrast really made him feel uncomfortable. In addition, the young master himself had not mentioned his wife's affairs yet. He was following him in front of him, and he felt a little guilty. He was ashamed and ashamed, and he was inevitably abnormal in his behavior.

However, after this shame and surprise, he felt warm. The young master could think of worrying about his lifelong affairs and saying such generous words, which was worthwhile to have been with him for so many years. As for what finally came to his heart, he was even deeper doubts.

The young master's changes in less than a day have been too big. In the past, he felt that he was just a little brother who could not be taken care of in everything and was naturally stupid. Why now he seems to be a little brother who wants him to take care of...
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