Walking out of the bamboo house slowly, looking up, there are rolling green hills all around, quenched and dyed the color of the trees, and a green color spread calmly and far-reachingly between the heaven and the earth.
The bamboo house is built against the mountain, half hidden in the luxuriant forest and bamboo. The river yesterday was still some distance away, and the sound of the water can only be heard vaguely.
The summer mountain breeze was slightly cool, blowing his clothes and hair fluttering. Qing Chen took a few steps forward and looked up at the blue sky. The sun was like gold, pure and transparent, lightly spreading across the sky.
She stretched out her hand, as if wanting to hold the flowing light, the sunlight fell into the center of her eyes, and it hurt a little.
Even the sun feels so strange.
She stood facing the lonely forest and mountains for a long time, finally let out a long sigh, turned and went back to the house.
The bamboo hut is cool and quiet, with a feeling of emptiness.
Sitting alone for a while with a dejected expression, feeling bored, she casually plucked the guqin, and the long strings trembled at her fingertips, making a seemingly subtle sound.
This qin was not quite the same as the Guqin she had learned before, she was curious for a while, and she picked and touched the strings, and slowly explored how to play it. After fiddled with a piece of music, it becomes much smoother when played again, and the third time is even more handy.
Although the transparent sound of the strings was light, it calmed down the complicated thoughts. She pressed the slender strings and slowly raised her lips against the sunlight falling into the window. Suddenly, she heard a cold voice saying: "Shang Yin is going to It would be better if the horn sound was slower."
She turned her head and saw that the man had woken up at some point, leaning on the couch and listening to her playing the piano.
"Are you awake? Did I wake you up?" She walked over and asked.
"What song?" He asked instead of answering her.
She smiled slightly and said, "It's just fiddled with."
The man didn't ask any more questions, and just said indifferently: "Some misty rain is precarious, and the charm of smiling proudly in the world."
Qing Chen looked up at him, not expecting him to be able to hear the meaning of the song.
The man said again: "It would be good if this song can be reconciled with the flute. I can let Eleven try it with you in the future."
"Eleventh blowing flute?"
"meeting."
For a moment, the two seemed to have nothing to say, one was lying quietly and the other was standing quietly.
Qing Chen felt that being with this person was always very quiet, unlike meeting Shiyi where he could bicker and laugh casually. But even Eleven is serious about him, it's not that people become quiet, but that they will naturally be quiet when he is around. There seems to be a strange temperament about him, a bit of indifferent tranquility, a bit of stern nobility, which makes people not dare to mess around in front of him.
She was thinking to herself, and raised her eyes unintentionally, just in time to meet the man looking at her, with thoughtful and judgmental eyes in his eyes.
She looked at him sideways, feeling unable to fathom what he was thinking, he reminded her of the distant Qingfeng in the deep lake, the reflection was clear and clear, but it was deep in the clouds.
This quietness made people feel a little strange, so she asked casually, "Are you feeling better?"
"Yeah." Still such a simple answer, when she thought the two of them would fall into silence again, she heard him say, "Who is your medical teacher?"
Seeing this question, Qing Chen blinked and smiled, feeling a little helpless in the smile, it's a long story, but it's even more impossible to say: "No one taught me." She replied softly, unconsciously carrying some sense of desolation in her words .
The man glanced lightly at the bottom of her eyes, and said: "The medicine is very effective. I have seen many brilliant doctors, but they may not be able to prepare such a wound medicine."
Qing Chen got up and poured water for him, and said, "The effect is too slow, otherwise you wouldn't have to burn it overnight."
The man drank water from her hand, and she asked, "Do you want any more?" Seeing him shaking his head, she put the glass away. If you don't think it's noisy, why don't you just listen to my piano practice?"
"A beautiful woman playing the piano, wouldn't she find it too noisy?" the man said, seemingly in good spirits.
Qing Chen sat in front of the piano, plucked the strings a few times, raised his head and looked out of the window, slowly comprehending the rhyme, and a melodious piano sound came out in response.
The melody is slow and deep, and she sang casually: "Counting the rivers and lakes and thousands of peaks, my heart is infinitely vast, I travel all over the Central Plains to the southern border, and see my majestic wings. How many times, the fate of people is different, but I want to stand in the sky and the earth..." Ping Chuan rides the horse, the sky is high and the land is wide, and the chants and complaints are gradually spreading.
All of a sudden, under the originally gentle and broad strings, a shadow of a golden weapon and a sword emerged faintly, with a threatening momentum: "Swear to the death and run to the thunder, the mighty mountains and rivers move, the sword is like a white rainbow, unsheathed to chase the culprit..."
The domineering spirit is strong, but it turns into soft fingers, and her clear voice reveals infinite affection: "There is also a deep love, why should we meet again? Since ancient times, heroes are so lonely, and there will be no kind of love..."
After the tenderness, the wind is surging, the sound of the piano changes again, and the pride rises with the song: "A good man should not miss his youth. Watch the situation change again, and the clouds will fly!"
The final string of the song is closed, and the lingering sound curls up, gently lingering in the bright sunlight in front of the window, floating and sinking slightly, and slowly dissipating. This song and this song always made her feel sad and desolate that couldn't fade away. She sat silently in front of the piano, and the surroundings were silent for a while.
But I heard someone outside the house saying: "Good piano!" Eleven came in with a fresh fish that was alive and kicking.
Qing Chen saw him bring the fish to the piano, and the fishy smell and slippery feeling of the fish was nearby, so he quickly got up and dodged: "Take it away!"
Eleven lifted the fish up on purpose, laughed at her and said, "Don't you still want to catch fish with me? I'm afraid it will happen like this."
Qing Chen said: "Live fish are fun, but dead ones are disgusting."
"Huh?" Eleven said, "This fish is alive." After saying that, he deliberately shook the fish in his hand, and the fish struggled even more in pain.
"A fish out of water is almost dead!" Qing Chen hurriedly moved away, looking at the person on the couch as if asking for help.
The man said indifferently: "Eleventh brother."
Hearing what the man said on Shishi, he stopped scaring Qing Chen and shrugged his shoulders: "Forget it, Brother Si is protecting you. Did you play the piano just now?"
"Hmm." Qing Chen said.
"You also sang the song?" Eleven asked again.
"Yes." Qing Chen replied, his eyes obviously thought that he was asking too much.
"That's right, it doesn't look like it was made by a woman." Eleven said, "'The fate of each person is different, but I want to stand in the sky and the earth', this sentence is well written."
Qing Chen looked at him and said, "I like that sentence, 'Since ancient times, heroes are so lonely, and generals have no kind of love'."
Eleven asked, "Why?"
Qing Chen said casually: "Is there any kind of emperor and general Xiangning? The sky is high and the land is vast, and the life span is a hundred years. It is possible for everyone to be the ninety-five princes and pay homage to each other. Nothing is predestined?"
As soon as the words came out, four eyes fell on her face, the man's eyes flicked away without a trace, but Eleven stopped in her eyes and said: "You are so brave!"
Qing Chen was slightly stunned, and then smiled disapprovingly, with a pair of clear eyes in the smile, he was proud and proud: "Emperors, generals, and capable people live there, it has always been like this, destiny is man-made. Can't covet power?"
"Then why is a ruler considered a ruler, and why is a subject considered a minister? What about loyalty and filial piety?" Eleven also asked with a smile.
"Loyalty and filial piety are the hidden swords in the king's hands. What's the point of killing people invisible?" Qing Chen smiled and replied: "Which dynasty's founding king can be regarded as a loyal and filial person? The strong live, the weak die, and the strong will be determined for the weak." Lay down the ethical rules until the next strong one replaces them. However, no matter how you replace them, some of them will remain the same, just like what you said about loyalty and filial piety. It can only be said that the control of thoughts is really the best way.” She suddenly saw Eleven was still holding a half-dead fish in his hand, and carefully avoided it.
Eleven didn't scare her with fish anymore, his eyes were full of meaning: "The tone is not small, so tell me, what is the talent of an emperor and a hero?" The man didn't say a word, just quietly listening to what they said. gab.
Qing Chen said casually: "Shenji, Shimou, controlling people, ruthlessness, generosity... or other things, I only know that heroes have been lonely since ancient times, and in the end they are always at a high place, so things are fair, and heroes have to pay. The price, not everyone can do it, so forget it." She did not forget to tease Eleven.
Eleven didn't think it was disobedient, and raised his eyebrows and said: "Those who achieve great things need to be cautious and considerate, not to be surprised by changes, to know people and make good use of them, and to be patient."
Qing Chen looked at him from the side, and deliberately said seriously: "Huh? It makes sense, I can't see that you are still a talent, I don't know how good you are as a fish?"
Eleven laughed "haha" and said, "I didn't say that, it was the fourth brother who said it. Just what I said to you just now, I cooked the fish tonight."
Qing Chen waited for him to go out, and muttered in a low voice: "It was you who made it, so I won't touch that sticky thing, but can you eat what you made?"
When she lowered her head, she saw the man looking at her with great interest. When she looked back, she could only see an endless depth, like an ancient well. Only he devoured others, and no one could explore him.
Unable to see through, and unable to bear to continue looking at it like this, she raised her eyebrows unwillingly, avoided her gaze, and chased out of the house, saying, "Let me help!"