It has to be said that Xia Ruya gave her a difficult problem. She has been having a headache about the performance these two days. Tomorrow is the school anniversary. Xia Ruya and Chu Jingnan have asked her many times about the content of the performance she wanted to perform, but she always answered perfunctorily.
Wen Xinya rubbed her aching head and decided to look at the performance list again. Before, she only looked at the general outline of the program but not the details about the program.
She looked around the room and didn't see the performance list. Then she realized that she didn't know where she had thrown the list after she came back the day before yesterday.
Wen Xinya had no choice but to search through all the drawers and cabinets. She opened the nanmu cupboard next to the dressing table. When she saw the things in the cupboard, her heart trembled, as if a pair of invisible hands were playing the most beautiful music in the world in her heart.
It was a long rosewood carved phoenix box, which was the gift Si Yiyan gave her during their last Valentine's Day trip to Nantong!
The piano and love are in harmony!
This is a zither made by Si Yiyan himself.
Because she was avoiding Si Yiyan at that time, she hid the seven-stringed guqin deep in the cupboard after she came back.
She reached out and gently took out the lyre. Her fingers gently stroked the long rosewood box with a phoenix carving on it, and she murmured to herself, "I actually forgot to ask him what this lyre is called last time!"
Wen Xinya placed the box on the table and gently opened the seven-stringed zither inside. Only then did she have a chance to take a closer look at the zither. The body of the zither was a reddish-black color, with a flying phoenix carved on it. It had a simple and elegant vicissitudes of life, and a low-key and gorgeous feeling that was faintly revealed. It was surprisingly beautiful.
She couldn't help but take out her cell phone and call Si Yiyan.
The call was quickly picked up, and Wen Xinya suddenly realized that every time she called or sent a message to Si Yiyan, he would always pick up and reply in the first time, as if the phone had never left his side, had never been turned off, or had automatically turned off due to lack of battery. It was as if he was always waiting for her call and message.
"Xinya!" Si Yiyan called her name softly, his voice carrying a hint of tenderness.
"Oh! Does the piano you gave me before have a name?" Wen Xinya's voice was a little nervous. She held her breath inexplicably and her heart began to beat rapidly.
"No, it's been waiting for you to name it. You are its real owner." Si Yiyan's voice became deeper and deeper, with a hint of pleasure and joy in his tone.
"Then...how about calling her Feng Xiang?" Wen Xinya asked nervously. Something in her rapidly beating chest was swelling rapidly, as if it was about to break out of the ground.
There was sudden silence over there.
"The metaphor is, rebirth in the wind, phoenix soaring into the sky! What do you think?" Wen Xinya held the phone tightly and put it against her ear, not wanting to miss any sound coming through the phone, not even his breathing.
"Okay!" Si Yiyan's deep voice seemed to be tinged with a beautiful color, with a combination of clarity and charm, like the most moving piano sound in the world: "I have been waiting for you, waiting for you to truly accept that piano."
Wen Xinya felt a burning sensation in her heart. His voice was full of meaning. Wen Xinya seemed to know what he was actually saying: "I have been waiting for you, waiting for you to truly accept the piano (love) that I have poured all my love into!"
"I won't talk to you anymore. Our college will have its anniversary celebration tomorrow, and I have to perform a show. I haven't thought of what show I'm going to perform yet. I'm hanging up first." Wen Xinya quickly took out her phone and pressed the end button. After the beep, she began to regret that she shouldn't have hung up so quickly.
Just as I was thinking this, my cell phone rang.
Wen Xinya pressed the answer button almost immediately. Her impatience made her feel ashamed and angry.
"I forgot to tell you that when I was making that zither, I also had the thought of being reborn from the ashes and soaring into the sky. Can this be considered as telepathy?" Si Yiyan's voice was full of teasing and laughter.
Wen Xinya remained silent. Although they did have a tacit understanding, her so-called rebirth from the ashes was a true rebirth, but she would not tell him.
Si Yiyan seemed to know that her silence was a tacit agreement: "I was still thinking about the love and affection between the Phoenix and the Nine Heavens!"
There was a beeping sound from the phone, and Wen Xinya realized that Si Yiyan had hung up. She put away her phone, looked at the Fengxiang Zither in front of her, and gently plucked the strings. The emotions that erupted in her heart could not be stopped. A song "Phoenix Flying" flowed out from between her fingers as her fingers quickly plucked and stroked the strings!
I wish I could be a phoenix and a dragon, mating with each other in the sky!
The song "Phoenix Flying" is free and easy and elegant. In the high part it is like a phoenix stretching its neck and howling, in the low part it is like phoenixes rubbing their necks together, in the smooth part it is like phoenixes flying together, in the gentle part it is like phoenixes mating and lingering.
Old Master Mo stood under the magnolia tree in the yard, closed his eyes and listened intently.
After a long time, the tail sound lingered in a simple and graceful manner, and finally disappeared into thin air. Grandpa Mo walked into the room while clapping his hands: "The sound of the guqin is lively and free of craftsmanship, and the nature of the guqin is free and unrestrained. Xinya, congratulations on your achievement in learning the guqin."
Wen Xinya's eyes widened: "Grandpa, didn't you say that I still need at least half a year to learn to a certain level?"
Grandpa Mo looked at the seven-stringed zither in her hand and said, "That's all thanks to the zither in your hand. The nature and heart of the zither are perfectly matched to you, as if it was made specifically for you. The sound of the zither is simple and long-lasting, gentle and clear, and the color of the zither is clear, subtle, light, and distant. With such a good zither, you will naturally be more powerful when learning to play the zither, and you will get twice the result with half the effort. You must cherish such a good zither."
Wen Xinya's fingers brushed across the strings, causing them to vibrate and hum: "So it's the piano's work!"
Even a man as knowledgeable as her grandfather praised this zither. She could imagine how much effort Si Yiyan had put into this zither. She silently said in her heart: Si Yiyan, I will cherish this zither of yours! "
She never thought deeply about whether it was the piano or the love, or maybe it was both.
Grandpa Mo looked at the seven-stringed zither, which was exquisite in both appearance and craftsmanship, and asked, "The material used for this zither is at least 500-year-old Paulownia wood, and the strings are also made of very rare soft silk jade. Both the material and craftsmanship are not inferior to some famous zithers that have been passed down to this day. However, judging from the patterns on the zither, it can be seen that it was made recently. I wonder which zither maker made it?"
Because he is good at playing the zither, he has friendships with famous zither makers of the time. The zither is a universal instrument with spiritual energy, so he had planned to ask a acquaintance of his to make a zither for Xinya, but there was no good materials, so the plan was delayed. Unexpectedly, Xinya had already got a better zither, but looking at the zither-making technique, it seemed very different from the style he was familiar with.
The materials used to make the zither really surprised him. Nowadays, a hundred-year-old paulownia wood is extremely valuable, but that man was able to get five hundred-year-old paulownia wood and soft jade. Although soft jade is hard to come by, it is not out of reach. It's just that the craftsmanship of making soft jade strings only appeared in the Jin Dynasty, and now that craft has been lost. It's amazing that that man could master such a craft, which is really remarkable.
"He's not a famous zither maker, but he uses zither making to shape his character, so he made this zither for me." Wen Xinya did not expose Si Yiyan.
Mr. Mo couldn't help but sigh, "The quality of making a zither is to make its own sound. Transparency, smoothness, tranquility, roundness, flow, uniformity, clarity and fragrance are not only the qualities that a zither should possess, but also the qualities that a person should possess. Your friend is an extraordinary person, you can make close friends with him."