“Swish!”
In the back garden, the piano music stopped.
The sound of sword dancing was heard.
After Luo Qingzhou coaxed Bailing, he went to the back garden with her.
Bai Ling ran into the pavilion excitedly and said, "Miss, my uncle said he wanted to write a song for you, called..."
She paused for a moment, as if she had forgotten the name, then immediately remembered it and said in a crisp voice, "It's called Flowery and Full Moon Wedding Night!"
Luo Qingzhou: “…”
After Bai Ling finished speaking, she turned her head and looked at him, grinning, "Son-in-law, right?"
Luo Qingzhou said expressionlessly: "Wrong."
Then he walked into the pavilion, bowed his head and saluted: "Miss, don't listen to Bailing's nonsense. The title of the song is "Spring River Moon Night", which is also a poem."
Bai Ling tilted her head and said, "Are the flowers on the river in spring so beautiful? Is this the night of marriage consummation?"
Luo Qingzhou glared at her and said, "Go get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, come and help me grind the ink, I'll write down the lyrics and music."
Bailing immediately ran into the house happily and said, "Okay, wait a moment, uncle."
After saying that, she jumped and skipped, her pink skirt fluttering, and flew into the house like a colorful butterfly.
Outside the pavilion, under the big tree.
Xia Chan, dressed in a light green dress, was still practicing sword in the wind and snow.
Today's sword moves are much calmer.
Luo Qingzhou took a few glances, then retracted his gaze and looked at Miss Qin in front of him.
Miss Qin's pair of delicate, white and tender hands were placed on the guqin, her slender fingertips gently pressing the strings; her sleeves, as smooth as gauze, slid slightly upwards, revealing two snow-white and slender wrists; and her eyes were still looking at the guqin in front of her, her flawless face was as cold as snow.
From the time Luo Qingzhou came to the back garden until now, Miss Qin had never looked at him.
Luo Qingzhou couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.
After all, every time he came to pay his respects, although Miss Qin was cold, she would still look at him, or nod, or say something.
Could it be that what happened this morning was exposed
He hesitated for a moment, then decided to test the waters, and asked cautiously, "Miss, did you sleep well last night?"
Miss Qin continued to look at the guqin in front of her with a cold expression and ignored him.
Luo Qingzhou's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and for a moment, he was unable to find words to say.
What made him even more angry was that Bailing, who went into the house to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone, seemed to have suddenly disappeared. She didn't come out for a long time and there was no movement.
Luo Qingzhou waited for a while, and had to shout to the outside of the pavilion: "Xia Chan, stop practicing sword, go to the house and get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone for your son-in-law."
“Swish! Swish! Swish!”
Xia Chan responded to him with even faster sword moves.
Luo Qingzhou's mouth twitched. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him and the atmosphere was becoming more and more awkward, he could only say to the room: "Bai Ling, if you don't come out, the son-in-law will leave!"
"Here I come! Here I come!"
Who knew that as soon as he finished speaking, Bai Ling ran out of the room holding a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and said in a crisp voice: "Sir, why are you so anxious? I have been looking for it for a long time."
As he said this, he entered the pavilion and placed all the things on the other half of the stone table.
Then he spread out the rice paper, took out the ink block, poured tea, began to grind the ink, and said with a smile: "Son-in-law, please sit down and write."
Luo Qingzhou then sat down opposite Miss Qin, picked up the pen, and waited for the ink to come out. After waiting for a while, he frowned and said, "Bai Ling, you have never ground ink?"
Bai Ling shook the ink block in her hand and said proudly, "Of course not. Bai Ling's little hands are for picking flowers, not grinding ink."
Luo Qingzhou was speechless and said, "If you grind it like this, there will only be water, and no ink will come out. Use some force to grind the ink block into pieces, and mix it in the tea, then it will become ink."
"oh."
Bailing agreed and immediately pressed the ink block in his hand hard, rubbing it back and forth.
Luo Qingzhou sighed and said, "Turn in circles, speed up, so that the ink can come out faster."
Bai Ling pouted and said, "Sir, why are you in such a hurry? I'm not in a hurry. Can't I just take my time?"
Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to shout outside the pavilion: "Chanchan, come here and grind the ink."
Xia Chan still ignored him.
Bailing immediately got angry and said, "Uncle-in-law is too much. He looks down on me. This is my first time. I don't have any experience. Can't you be more patient and teach me?"
Luo Qingzhou put down his pen and said nothing more.
Bai Ling held the ink block and ground it while asking, "Sir, is it okay to grind it like this?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "Faster, use more strength."
"oh."
Bailing immediately exerted force and increased the speed.
“Bang!”
Unexpectedly, she used too much force and the ink block was suddenly broken by her. The ink immediately splashed out and directly splashed on Luo Qingzhou's face and the snow-white dress of Miss Qin next to her.
Bailing panicked and said, "Ah! Uncle, Miss, yes, yes... I'm sorry..."
Luo Qingzhou sighed, wiped his cheek with his sleeve, picked up the broken ink block on the table and started grinding it himself.
Bailing was like a child who had done something wrong. She lowered her head, twisted her fingers together, and looked pitiful and willing to be punished: "Son-in-law, little Bailing was wrong..."
Luo Qingzhou ignored her, quickly ground the ink, picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote the poem "Spring River Moon Night" first.
Then he stood up, put his hands in front of Miss Qin, and said, "Miss, please take a look at the poem first."
As he said this, he looked up at her and then was stunned for a moment.
There was actually a drop of black ink on Miss Qin's flawless, snow-white and tender face...
There is another kind of heart-touching beauty in looking at it.
Luo Qingzhou hurriedly said: "Miss, your face..."
Bai Ling looked up and cried out "Ouch!" She quickly ran out of the pavilion and said, "Miss, wait a moment, I'll get the handkerchief!"
Miss Qin still had a cold expression on her face. She silently took the rice paper and looked at the poem on it. The look in her eyes gradually changed.
"The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon rises with the tide. The beauty follows the waves for thousands of miles, and there is no spring river without a bright moon..."
"The river and the sky are one color without a speck of dust, and the bright moon is alone in the sky. Who was the first person to see the moon by the river? When did the moon by the river first shine on people..."
"The slanting moon is hidden in the sea fog, and there are endless roads from Jieshi to Xiaoxiang. I wonder how many people will ride on the moon to return home, and the falling moon shakes the emotions of the trees on the river..."
This poem begins with a description of the moon and ends with a description of the setting moon. Countless readers have been fascinated by it for thousands of years.
After reading it, Miss Qin was stunned. The emotions in her eyes were hazy, floating and changing like smoke, and it was difficult to see clearly.
At this moment, Bailing's voice suddenly came from the room: "Son-in-law, I can't find my handkerchief. Do you have one? Please help the young lady wipe it first."
Hearing this, Luo Qingzhou glanced at the ink on Miss Qin's cheek again, hesitated for a moment, took out a moon-white handkerchief from his sleeve, handed it to her and said, "Miss, please wipe it off."
Miss Qin's gaze fell from the paper to the handkerchief in his hand. She was stunned for a moment and looked at him.
This was the first time she looked at him tonight.
Luo Qingzhou quickly explained: "This is the handkerchief that the second young lady gave me."
Actually it was Sister Yue’s moon-white handkerchief.
Miss Qin took it silently without saying a word and wiped it on her face. Strangely, the drop of ink was wiped clean in an instant without a trace left.
Luo Qingzhou secretly said in his heart: This magic weapon is indeed powerful.
Miss Qin handed him the handkerchief and then said calmly, "Thank you."
Luo Qingzhou took the handkerchief, put it away, and said, "Miss, how about this poem?"
Miss Qin was silent for a moment, nodded slightly, and said nothing.
Luo Qingzhou said nothing more. He sat down to grind the ink, then picked up the pen and began to write on the rice paper according to the music score he had searched in his mind.
Although there was no five-line notation in this era, there was abbreviated notation and gongche notation, and he converted them all.
The left and right fingering, chords, twists, plucking, arpeggios, tremolos, etc. are all clearly marked.
While he was writing the music, Miss Qin was watching him silently.
Outside the pavilion, Xia Chan put away her sword and stood under a big tree, looking at him quietly, as if afraid to disturb him.
Bailing quietly poked her head out of the door, looking at her brother-in-law who was really concentrating on writing music, and then looking at her own young lady who was silently looking at her brother-in-law.
There was silence in the back garden.
After a long time, Luo Qingzhou finally finished writing the score, and then he read it carefully again. After blowing the ink dry, he picked it up and handed it to Miss Qin, saying, "Miss, please try it."
Miss Qin took the score, looked at it once, and then placed it in front of the guqin. Her slender fingers gently plucked a string, and with a "clang" sound, a melodious tune was emitted.
Bai Ling immediately clapped her hands at the door and said, "Beautiful! It's so beautiful! The son-in-law wrote the music so well, and the young lady played the piano so well, it's a perfect match!"
Luo Qingzhou turned his head, looked at her and said, "The young lady hasn't even started playing yet. She's still tuning the strings. Why are you so excited? Where's your handkerchief?"
Bailing's face suddenly turned bitter: "Son-in-law, I didn't find the handkerchief."
Luo Qingzhou ignored her.
Miss Qin turned the peg next to her and tried the string again before she finished tuning it.
Luo Qingzhou immediately sat up straight and pricked up his ears.
Miss Qin didn't say anything, she looked at him and said, "Go away."
Luo Qingzhou: “???”
Bailing came over immediately and said, "Miss, you haven't even played the song that your uncle wrote for you yet."
Miss Qin didn't say anything else, nor did she play the piano. Her slender fingers stroked the strings, motionless.
Luo Qingzhou could only say: "Miss, don't you want me to listen?"
Miss Qin had a cold expression and still didn't speak.
Luo Qingzhou did not linger any longer and immediately stood up and said, "Then I will go back first. If Miss finds anything wrong, you can ask Xia Chan to find me."
Bai Ling, who was standing by, pouted and said, "Son-in-law, can't you let the cute little Bai Ling go find you?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "No."
After saying that, he turned and left the pavilion.
After taking a few steps, Miss Qin suddenly said, "I just learned the piano..."
Luo Qingzhou paused and turned to look at her.
Miss Qin's dark and clear eyes were also looking at him.
Their eyes met.
After a few quiet breaths, Miss Qin said, "I'll play it for you once I've mastered it... Okay?"
Luo Qingzhou was startled, with a hint of surprise and confusion in his eyes. He paused and said, "Okay."
After a pause, he added, "Thank you, Miss."
After saying that, he left quickly.
Walking out of the courtyard, snowflakes blew in his face, landing on his cheeks, cold and icy, and seemed to fall into the lake of his heart, creating ripples...
"Okay?"
The young lady actually spoke to him in this tone...