Chapter 142 The piano is the voice of the heart

It was Lin Tingchen who played the piano. He saw a smile on the corner of his mouth, gently caressing the immortal with his hands, rubbing, supporting or picking, and his hands were steady and powerful, and he was calm and elegant. He was obviously very good at listening to the music he played.

As for Lu Xuan, he sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping but not sleeping, and still had that cold and arrogant look.

Lin Tingchen played the most famous section of "High Mountains" in "High Mountains" among the guqin music.

This song has a certain origin. Legend has it that when Yu Boya, a zither who was proven in the pre-Qin period, was playing this song in the wild. Zhong Ziqi, a woodcutter who came to chop wood, could understand the meaning of the song and sighed "high mountains" and "high water", and the two became friends.

After Zhong Ziqi's death, Boya broke the strings and stopped playing for life to show that his soulmate was no longer there. Who would listen to the strings break?

To be honest, Lin Tingchen played this song well, and it was abrupt and loud, as if a steep high mountain was coming towards him. It seemed that he could feel the strong wind passing by the high hills.

Wu Jie was in a guqin study class in modern society. The teacher he worshiped was a famous guqin saint in China. He is said to be the inheritor of the Mei'an School. He has some talent in guqin, but unfortunately he was too late to get started and has passed the best learning age. However, he still has basic qualities and has a high vision.

Naturally, you can hear the wonderfulness of this song. Generally speaking, a form of playing the piano that uses the piano to make friends. If the person who comes plays "High Mountain", the person who listens feels that it suits his or her own wishes and will reply to the song "Flowing Water" as usual.

Obviously, Lin Tingchen was holding this kind of thought, trying to impress Tang Mi with the sound of the piano and find a confidante.

When Wu Jie thought of this, a burst of anger surged in his heart.

At this time, Lin Tingchen's song "High Mountains" finally ended, and the other scholars all praised: "What a great song that is so ambitious about the mountains. Mr. Lin has expressed the majesty of the mountains in this song to the extreme. It can be seen that the young master has broad-mindedness, and I admire him."

"Just just now, I played a song of my own, but my skills were limited and I had to be seen by the immortal Bu Er, but there was no Eastern Classic in the Taoist temple. Brother Lin's song is so brilliant. If I were the immortal Bu Er, I would definitely say 'Good, my heart is the same as me'. This is another good story."

Lin Tingchen was a little proud and pretended to be indifferent: "Lin Tingchen has been playing this song for many years, but he still can't grasp the artistic conception. I don't know what happened tonight, but I feel something in my heart, which is a flash of inspiration. It's like a god's help, which is much better than in the past. However, there is still something I can't do in the end, I'm afraid I may not be able to win the will of Fairy Bu Er."

Wu Jie couldn't listen anymore, so he walked over with Qin in his arms.

Hearing the footsteps, everyone turned their heads at the same time, but they saw Wu Jie, Lu Chang and Lu Shuang coming over, all of whom were surprised.

"What a mountain and flowing water to find a soulmate. Mr. Lin is so good at playing the piano!" Before Wu Jie could speak, Miss Lu San behind him smiled and clapped her hands, "It sounds nice, let's have another song."

This girl is really evil. Her fiancé is singing a serenade under the window of another girl. When it comes to other girls, she has been jealous for a long time, and her face is ugly.

But she looked very excited, jumping and jumping: "I knew there was a fun to watch tonight, so I followed her. Sure enough, so many people didn't come in vain."

As she spoke, she ran to Lin Tingchen with a smile, "I play well, I have time to teach me!"

Lin Tingchen was caught by Miss Lu San, his face was red with shame, and he was so embarrassed that he was about to get into the crack in the ground, "Miss San, I, I, I..."

"Don't you, are you willing or not? By the way, you play so well, why is there no response inside? That Tang Buer is really doing it very well, I don't like it."

"Not yet..." Lin Tingchen had been waiting for a long time, but there was no reaction inside. Sweat fell on his forehead. It was not to leave, nor was it to stay.

"Haha, I guess it's because people look down on your song. Well, it's a pity, it's a pity. I feel embarrassed, right?"

After her interruption, when she saw Lin Tingchen being teased, Wu Jie's anger suddenly calmed down a little. He understood that Lu Shuang was just like his second brother, a typical natural fool. When she met such a person, even a proud person like Lin Tingchen would be passively punished and had no power to fight back.

"I really don't like my song." Lin Tingchen calmed down a little, smiled bitterly, and then looked at Wu Jie and Lu Chang with anger: "What are you doing? Do you want to play the previous song?"

He doesn't know whether Wu Jie can play the piano or how good his skills are, but Fatty Lu is just a fool.

Lu Chang was immediately unhappy: "Why, don't I be allowed to see the beauty?"

“It’s a big shame.”

"Sweetheart swept the floor."

"In such an elegant occasion, it is unlucky to have such two vulgar people!"

The three scholars waved their heads at the same time.

"You, you..." The fat man was furious and was about to step forward to grab the three people.

At this moment, someone gently plucked the strings.

This sound was full of force, but it was long and lingering, like a long sigh, immediately suppressing the sound of everyone talking.

The guqin music emphasizes centrality and peace, with a hint of sadness in it, which is considered elegant. However, this kind of sadness is not the more sad the better, and it is sad without being hurt. This is how it is inconsistent with the Confucian word "moderate".

But this note is extremely painful and can do things, as if you want to evoke all the tears of the audience, but in terms of artistic conception, it has fallen into a bad mood.

Everyone looked at the sound at the same time, but saw Wu Jie sitting cross-legged on the ground, putting the Laifeng Guqin on his thighs, and playing it on his own.

It is "Eighteen Beats of Hu Zi", which was written by Cai Wenji, a native of the Han Dynasty. There are 18 chapters in total, with one beat in each chapter. It tells the sadness of her being in wars since she was a child, being kidnapped by the Huns, and being separated from her flesh and blood.

When he was in modern society some time ago, he would play a song every day, but he traveled back to modern society less and less. He lacked practice and his techniques were unfamiliar.

I couldn't play two melodies just now, but my fingers froze and turned out tone.

"Puchi!" Miss Lu San next to her was happy.

Several other scholars also chuckled: "With this kind of piano skills, a three-year-old child is nothing more than that."

"Let's not talk about the skills of piano skills. Just the pain of hoarseness conveyed in this song is already very indecent and really dirty."

"Haha, Brother Wu Jie, you play this song so well, I admire you!" Lin Tingchen laughed. He was so angry that he was so full of face that he was squeezed out by Miss Lu San's words. He thought that Wu Jie specially attracted Lu Shuang to embarrass him, so he was naturally angry and hated in his heart.

It seems that choosing this song is correct.

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