Long Siye once told Gu Xijiu about this matter. Gu Xijiu and Di Fuyi had already broken up at that time. She didn't expect that Di Fuyi would save Long Siye, and she was still surprised for a moment.
Later, I thought that Long Siye was originally a disciple of Tianshou. As a saint, Di Fuyi always protected the disciples of Tianshu. Naturally, he did not treat Long Siye because of her care for Xijiu's face.
No matter who Di Fuyi was for, Gu Xijiu was very pleased to be able to completely eliminate the big hidden danger of Long Fan, and she was also happy for Long Siye.
She and Long Siye had met several times in the past five months, and even had drinks together twice. At that time, Long Siye never tried to persuade her, but just stayed with her.
It's useless for others to advise you on this kind of matter. You can only rely on the person involved to slowly come out of it.
Gu Xijiu was extremely self-disciplined. No matter how sad she felt, she didn't want to cry in front of others.
When I feel extremely uncomfortable, I will find a secluded place to sit quietly for a night, like a wounded animal, just want to lick my wounds in a deserted place to make myself stronger.
"Xijiu, how about singing and dancing for me?" Long Siye suggested, not wanting the atmosphere to be so dull.
He excitedly took out a guqin and said, "I can accompany you."
Gu Xijiu didn't hesitate: "Okay!"
The sound of the piano sounded leisurely, and Gu Xijiu sang loudly:
That year, spring was in full swing on the Long Street, and we rode together on horseback in the misty rain like a dream.
Taking shelter from the rain under the eaves, looking into a pair of deep eyes
Like the breeze carrying fine snow in Huashan Mountain
The rain is slightly cool, and the wind blows through it with a faint fragrance.
For a moment, my heart is throbbing like the edge of your gentle sword, and everything you pass by is as graceful as a startled giant.
Whether the words of love are empty when written, I consider the gift one stroke at a time...
Long Siye's hand on the piano paused, and she sang (a Taoist nun friend of mine). Perhaps this song was particularly in line with her mood, and she sang it very carefully:
But I could only pretend to be calm and listen to those words of deep affection.
I don’t look at your familiar face, I just drink in silence and feel indifferent...
Outside the mountain gate, the snow brushes through the white clothes and melts on the fingertips. With a long sword in my back, I wonder where should I go in such a big world
This life is like a joke to myself.
Wishful thinking has a beginning and an end. If you had already been of the same mind as others, why would you bother me and misunderstood your feelings
Could it be that you are moved by seeing me in despair
Fortunately, after years of wandering in the world of mortals, this heart has been riddled with holes.
How can I be afraid that you will use your ruthlessness as a blade to create a crack? It won’t hurt, so it’s better to bury the past in the wind.
The long sound of piano and the sound of singing floated in the small pavilion.
Gu Xijiu had a smile on her lips, holding a chopstick in her hand and tapping the wine glass while singing.
It was obviously a very sad song, but it was sung by her with the flavor of an iron horse. After singing this song, she seemed to be interested in singing, and started singing one song after another.
Not only singing but also dancing to the sound of the piano.
Snowflakes are flying outside the pavilion, and figures are dancing inside the pavilion.
She was so good at singing and dancing that after seeing her, Di Fuyi stopped allowing her to sing and dance in front of others. He said that if she wanted to sing or dance, she would only sing for him and dance for him. Otherwise he will be jealous.
Now that she has completely severed ties with him, no matter who she sings or dances for, he will never stop her and has no right to stop her anymore. She can finally enjoy herself!
She sang one song after another, and Long Siye accompanied her one song after another.
His piano skills have obviously improved greatly in the past few years. Although a piece of music may not make a hundred birds dance, it can still make the listener intoxicated.
Perhaps she was too tired, or perhaps she was drunk. She finally stopped singing and dancing, and after saying a few words to Long Siye, she lay down on the table and fell asleep.
(End of chapter)