"Grandpa is back." Ginkgo hurried over to get Jiang Liu's slippers.
"Is she playing the piano?"
"Well, Miss is in a particularly bad mood." Ginkgo deliberately lowered her voice, acting mysteriously.
It did indeed arouse Jiang Liu's interest, he was quite curious, "What's wrong?"
I was still thinking, maybe it's because I left her out in the cold, so I was a little flustered.
"It seems to be because of Sister Chuntao. Sister Chuntao ran out suddenly, turned off her mobile phone, and didn't ask for leave from the lady. I don't know where she went? I kept calling, but I couldn't get through. By the way, the most terrifying thing is The beads that Miss had been wearing around her for several years suddenly fell apart, Miss said it was unlucky, and she was afraid something would happen to Miss Chuntao."
"Is there such a thing?"
Jiang Liu frowned slightly, and hurried upstairs regardless of the cold war with him.
The piece Hua Sheng played was a bit unpopular, it was a popular piece of music, the piece was a bit sad, but it was very artistic.
Jiang Liu just unconsciously stopped at the door for a few minutes.
Until Hua Sheng raised his head and found him, "Are you back?"
"A Sheng, what piece of music are you playing? I've never heard it before?"
Jiang Liu went in with a smile and walked to her side, just like before, without any sense of alienation.
Hua Sheng said lightly, "It's a poem by Li Yu, which was later rewritten into a song, sung by Fei Yuqing, it sounds very nice, I like it very much."
"Really? I haven't heard it before, can you play it again?" Jiang Liu's voice is as warm as spring.
Hua Sheng didn't have any reason to refuse. She nodded and played it again skillfully.
Jiang Liu also recited Li Yu's widely circulated words in a timely manner, until the last two sentences are very emotional.
"Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward."
"Li Yu is a good poet. He is indeed the emperor of Ci. He uses every word just right." Jiang Liu commented.
"Unfortunately, he is not a good emperor." Hua Sheng said this.
Jiang Liu stretched out his hand and put his arm around Hua Sheng's shoulders, "He was just born into the emperor's family by mistake. In fact, he has no ambitions. He is ranked sixth, but unfortunately... things backfired. He had to be the emperor as a last resort, so he was unhappy in the end. However, it is precisely because of his depression that he created so many classic poems. They complement each other. I found that many poets and poets in ancient times wrote quatrains after great sorrow and joy, such as Lu You's hairpin phoenix .”
"There is also Li Qingzhao's misery." Hua Sheng laughed.
"Yes, Mrs. Jiang is talented and won my heart."
"Don't make trouble." Hua Sheng lowered his head.
"Asheng, I heard from Ginkgo about the Buddha beads, is there any taboo?" Jiang Liu asked proactively.
Sure enough, when the Buddhist beads were mentioned, Hua Sheng's face became ugly again.
"The string of Buddhist beads is very strong, and it won't break for no reason. I have been feeling uneasy today, but... Chuntao disappeared without asking for leave, and the phone was still turned off."
"It's very simple, just locate it. I'll find someone to check."
Jiang Liu got up to make a call, but was stopped by Hua Sheng.
"Don't… ."
"how?"
"Don't check, give her some privacy." Hua Sheng wanted to check it long ago, but Chuntao's temper can't do this.
Chuntao is strong and has self-esteem, Hua Sheng doesn't want to destroy the self-esteem she has always kept.
"Then don't you miss it?"
"She won't be in danger, it's just... I can't tell, it feels really bad anyway."
In fact, when Hua Sheng played the guzheng, he was absent-minded.
Jiang Liu could also hear that today's state was obviously very dissociated and drifting.
"A Sheng, you seem to be behind my back. You always have a lot of little secrets of your own."
Hua Sheng was startled, and slowly raised her head. She didn't know what Jiang Liu meant by saying this all of a sudden.