Two hundred and forty-eight changes (1/3)
What Huayouzi said made the matter even more incomprehensible. The old man in the coffin is lying well, the key has been dead for a few days, and now he can't tell what to ask.
Things can only be put aside for the time being. This small village now looks calm as before. Except for this trivial affair, which slightly changes the peace of the week, but the whole village does not see any abnormalities. But once this happened, I couldn't stay here anymore.
I don't understand what is going on. This kind of weird thing has never happened before, but it happened at this time. God fortune teller and Huayouzi went back to the small courtyard to take a look, and the black shadow was very much gone. The two of them hurriedly packed up everything they could bring, and then left here overnight without saying hello.
Seeing me worried and worried, the fortune teller said to me: "Brother, I often walk by the river, how can I not wet my shoes? Go and ask, how many people who walk the rivers and lakes have not encountered strange things? Just right, it was originally. I said that if I live here for two days, I will take you to find the old man from Wulu. Now that I have left here, let's run."
I know that the fortune teller is comforting me, and I also know that people who often travel north and south may have encountered all kinds of strange things. However, I just feel that today's incident is not an ordinary strange thing.
Time has passed for so long, the group of people who were chasing the god fortune teller has already dispersed. We walked a long way in the dark. Little pitiful was a little nervous. She just got used to living in this small village and spent a while in her opinion. It was a good time, but in a blink of an eye, she was moving again. Little poor asked quietly: "Brother... Where are we going to move..."
"I don't know either." I touched the poor little hair and said, "This old man chose the place."
"That place is great." The fortune teller held Little Poor, and said, "There are delicious, fun, and grandpa who can play the flute and the piano, but he can't listen to it anymore. ?"
The words of God fortune made a little bit of sadness on Poor's face disappear, even a little full of expectation. I look forward to being able to go to the place with good food and fun soon.
I am very envious of the poor child. The child's nature is so innocent and has not been contaminated by this world. As long as he can eat and drink enough, and have a place to play, he is already very satisfied.
The old man in Wulu lives far away, in fact, far away from the river beach, in the depths of the Yunshui Mountains. There is a village outside Yunshui Mountain, which is also relatively remote. The people in the village only go out once every two or three months to exchange some necessities such as salt. The villagers regularly give something to the elderly in Wulu to support their living. The fortune teller said that the old man from Wulu has lived in seclusion here for about ten years.
We changed something in the village and then went into the mountain. Although Yunshui Mountain is remote, the mountain road is not difficult to walk. Some villagers often go into the mountains to collect wild products, as well as hunting and medicine gathering. The fortune teller said that the last time he came here was six or seven years ago.
In the depths of Yunshui Mountain, we saw a few small houses on the mountainside, which were the residences of the elderly in Wulu. After arriving here, just emerging from the mountain road, an old man who looked about 60 or 70 years old stood not far from the intersection of the mountain road and looked towards this side.
"Brother!" The fortune teller ran over in a few steps, forgetting the intimacy on his face, and hushing around the other person to ask warmth. I know that this is probably the old man of Wulu he said.
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Old man Li is indeed getting old, with white hair and beard, but he is in good spirits. Perhaps he has lived in seclusion in the mountains for a long time, and he has a bit of extraordinary air. The old man is very energetic and talkative. He is naturally happy to see outsiders all year round and to have guests visiting.
God fortune and Wulu old man croaked and talked for a long time, and then introduced us. The three of us, with a child, looked a little weird, but the old man in Wulu didn't ask a single word and invited us to sit down and drink tea.
I've been holding doubts in my heart, so I couldn't help it after sitting down for a long time, and quietly pulled the gods. The fortune teller understood, said a few more words, and took the score I handed over.
"Brother, look at this tune, what kind of tune is it."
The old man of Wulu studied the rhythm of music and was also very interested in these things. He took a look at the music score handed over by the god fortune teller enthusiastically.
However, he only took a few glances, his eyes seemed to jump out of surprise, and he raised his head and asked: "Where did this score come from?"
The fortune teller couldn't tell, so I hurriedly interjected and explained it. Regarding this piece of music, I said in great detail, but the other minor details skipped over.
"Master, have you seen this score?"
"This score is not quite right." Wulu said: "Wait a minute."
The old man Wulu turned and opened a small room at the back. The small room was full of musical instruments and books. It was often maintained, and there was no dust in the room.
He rummaged in it for a while, then took out a thin book and walked back.
"I happened to have seen this score before, so I saw that you have something wrong with it."
"Master, where did your score come from?" When I saw that the old man in Wulu actually had this score, I murmured in my heart. I used to think that few people know this song, and I can meet someone who understands it. Yaoyue, it was already a chance, but she didn't expect that the old man Wulu living in the depths of Yunshui Mountain would actually have this score.
"That's a long story."
In the family of the old man in Wulu, all generations have liked the rhythm. From his grandfather to his father, he is a master. Decades ago, when the old man in Wulu was still young, and he was studying at home, his father would travel abroad to visit friends.
All the things were told by Wulu's father afterwards, and the score was also left by his father.
Wulu's father wandered around, but he didn't actually go too far, he didn't even get out of the big river beach. He was alone, and accidentally encountered a group of sand bandits on the river beach. The father of the old man in Wulu was a scholar, and he had no power to bind a chicken. When he met this group of sand bandits, he was completely helpless.
At this critical moment, a beggar saved him.
The beggar was not very old, and he didn't know what he was suffering from. There were diarrhea-like sores all over his body and even on his face. He looked dirty and was a little nauseous. But the skill of this beggar is so high that he can't imagine it. A gang of sand bandits can be beaten up with just one finger.
After being rescued, Wulu's father walked with the beggar for two days. Beggars seem to have respect for scholars. Although they don't talk much, they have two respects in their speech and behavior.
It was also a very accidental opportunity. The beggar took a flute in the dead of night and slowly played a tune. Wulu's father is proficient in sound
As soon as he listened to it, he felt that although the tune was not a subtle tune, but between the ups and downs of the rhythm, there seemed to be a stormy sea, and the audience was quite shocked. He never expected that he was such a beggar, who was both civil and military. After coming and going, he talked to the beggar about this song.
The beggar did not say much, nor did he say who he learned the tune from. The father of the old man of Wulu was proficient in this way, and the beggar played it twice, and he wrote down the entire song.
Walked for two or three days and walked out of the most deserted river beach. The beggar also said goodbye. The old man in Wulu originally wanted to make friends with each other, but the beggar said that he is a person who has no tomorrow after today. What will happen tomorrow? ,he does not know.
The father of the old man in Wulu did not reluctantly, anyway, he felt that this beggar was a strange person. Later, when he returned home, he took this incident as a story and told the old man in Wulu, and then took out the music he had recorded. Elder Wulu later played this tune with the flute, Yaoqin and other instruments, but the tune was deep and solemn and did not suit the taste of the Elder Wulu, so it was idle for many years.
When the old man of Wulu talked about this, my heart had already begun to be overwhelmed. Before in Tongchuan City, I heard Fang Xiaohe talk about the history of Tsing Yi Tower, and I also learned that when the Qian Kun Dao was about to destroy Tsing Yi Tower a few decades ago, it was the patriarch who manifested the saint, and then a beggar covered with sores appeared and became Tsing Yi Tower. The characters selected by the ancestors later showed their skills, smoothed the universe, and saved the Tsing Yi Tower.
Counting the time and thinking about the sore beggar, I know that the father of the old man in Wulu certainly didn't make up this story. Otherwise, there can be no such coincidence in the world.
At the same time, it can also confirm that Fang Xiaohe must have not lied, and that the two parties did not know each other, and some of the details that he said could be consistent.
It turns out that the story of the dirty beggar saving Tsing Yi Tower is not just a story, but a truth.
I thought for a while in my heart that the dirty beggar would play this tune. The father of the old man Wulu recorded this tune. According to the musical knowledge of the father of the old man Wulu, he should not be wrong.
In other words, the score in my hand is no longer the original score.
"Master, what is the difference between the score I brought and the original score?"
"It's roughly the same. If it's played, a person who doesn't understand the rhythm can hear it." The old man in Wulu pointed to the score and said: "There are only a few places with some minor changes."
I don't understand the rhythm, and I can't understand the changes that the old Wulu said. But the meaning of the old man in Wulu is very obvious. After making this little change in the score, it is actually very different from the original charm.
Moreover, these changes were definitely not made by the person who wrote the composition accidentally, but by the rhythm masters deliberately.
Hearing Wulu's explanation, my heart suddenly slammed. I have had this idea before, but I always feel that Yaoyue is not that kind of person. She has nothing to do with me before, so why bother to calculate me
But now, the more I think about it, the more something is wrong, the score that Yaoyue brought is problematic. I didn't understand for a while, did the music in Yaoyue's hand have been changed, or did she give it to me after changing it herself
At this moment, Yaoyue's shadow in my heart seemed to be blurred.
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