Piano

Lan Xuesheng who came out of Jingxu Painting was full of disappointment.

Wen Ji is different from Rongde Emperor Ji. Di Ji was brought up by her alone, while Wen Ji was watched by her all the way and grew up with her.

Rong De regards her as a family member and her sister, and she will be happy to talk to her about any difficult thoughts, but she will not tell her all of her thoughts without any scruples and details. she listens.

Most of the time, she will only tell her some new and interesting good things, such as the kitten in her house gave birth to a cub, such as the jewelry she likes in the street today, and Zheng Niangniang sent someone to deliver a few plates in the morning. She also left half of the delicious snacks for me.

In addition to being driven to Jedi, children usually like to report good news but not bad news, and so does Rondo.

But Wen Ji is different from her.

In Jing Xuli, she didn't know that the jade pendant hanging around her neck contained a "human" soul, and she only regarded her as an ordinary jade pendant given to her by her father. spiritual sustenance.

Therefore, she does not keep any secrets in front of her, she knows all her emotions, sorrows, sorrows, thoughts and fears.

When it is inconvenient to say something to others, she will often choose to whisper it to her in a place where no one is around, and use this to forcefully dispel her painful lovesickness.

In a sense, she knew Wen Ji better than she knew Rong De.

Similarly, she can better understand her difficulties and understand her pain——

Lan Xue sighed and stretched out her hands to cover her cheeks, and picked up the phone as usual after a while.

It’s just that the life of Cai Yan recorded in the history books of later generations is far less detailed than the Jingkang incident in the Northern Song Dynasty. Room.

At that time, Feng Xi was nestling on the sofa and flipping through the local news. Following the sound of the door opening, she casually raised her eyes. Seeing that it was her, she frowned and refreshed the forum.

"Looking at it this time, it seems that the recovery is faster than last time." Feng Xi lowered his eyes, "It's not like last time, when he came out, he seemed to lose half of his soul."

"After all, no matter what happens this time, it can't compare to Jingkang's tragedy." Lan Xue smiled wryly, "It's just that after I came out, I felt the same sadness in my heart."

"That's true." Feng Xi nodded, and stopped speaking after speaking, Lan Xuesheng took her seat with the piano score when she saw this.

The score of "Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia" is longer than the few capitals she explored before. She practiced for a long time before sitting on that cliff and listening to the pine. A song is barely played proficiently.

Now, you can slowly try to add some emotion into it.

Lan Xuesheng, who had stopped blowing the strings, sighed quietly, and then slowly recalled the "Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia" written by later generations based on Wen Ji's life, and carefully played the piano sound.

(Note: There are two opinions about the author of the lyrics of "Hujia Eighteen Beats", one is Cai Wenji himself, and the other is Tang Dynasty people [quite a lot of people support Tang Dynasty qin player Dong Tinglan] According to the "Wenji Returns to Han" It was created based on historical facts. I read the whole article carefully. Relatively speaking, I personally think that the style of refining characters and the use of words and expressions are not very similar to those created by people in the Han Dynasty, but more like writing by later generations imitating the style of literati in the Han Dynasty. out, so the second statement was chosen.)
After a while, I beat the piano, and I feel angry and resentful, and no one knows.

Two beats, the strings are broken, and the heart is broken, and the heart is broken, and I feel sad.

Feeling the pain of the past and the past, three shots are made, and when will the sorrow and hatred be flat.

There are many difficulties and obstacles involved in the experience without thinking, and the four shots are more miserable.

Raising eyebrows to the moon and stroking the Yaqin, the five beats are cold and full of meaning.

……

Raise your head and look up at the empty clouds and smoke, who will pass on your feelings with nine beats?
A lifetime of hard work and fate parting, ten beats of deep sorrow and tears turning into blood.

……

Fifteen beats, the rhythm is fast, and the chest is filled with breath, who knows the song?
Sixteen beats, my thoughts are boundless, my son and I are on our own.

Seventeen beats, heart and nose are sore, Guanshan hinders repairs, and travel is difficult.

Hu Jia originally came from Hu Zhong, and Yuanqin turned out the same rhythm.

Eighteen beats, although the song ends, there is more than enough sound and endless thoughts.

It is the merit of knowing the subtlety of silk and bamboo, and the equalization of good fortune. Sadness and joy are all according to the heart, and there is change.

Hu and Han are in different regions and different winds, and the sky and the earth are separated from each other.

Suffering, my resentment is so vast in the sky, although the world is vast, it should not be tolerated! (Excerpt from "Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia")
Although the heaven and earth are vast...it cannot be tolerated.

Lan Xue murmured the lyrics silently, and for a moment the worry in her chest was aroused to the extreme.

In the territory of Jingxu painting, she lived with that hard-working talented woman for decades... She still never forgets the moment she boarded the car and looked back before leaving the territory of the Huns——

The cries of children spread all the way from the frontier to the Central Plains, and the tears on Wen Ji's face also spilled directly from the pastoral area to the temple.

In the first half of her life, Cai Yan exhausted all her energy to miss her hometown, and in the second half of her life, she spent all her life to miss her children.

She spent her whole life in the boundless lovesickness, but the source of all this was because she was a talented and beautiful woman from a family.

When she was young, she was married because of her birth and talent, and was kicked out of the house by her in-laws because of her talent and fame.

Later, when the Southern Huns rebelled, the Hu people took her captive because they were greedy for her talent and beauty. Finally, when Cao Mengde pacified the north, she was redeemed by a big man with a lot of money because of her family background and talent.

How unfair that turbulent era was to women. She was just a smart daughter who liked poetry, books, piano and chess, but she would be coerced by the flow of time and become a bargaining chip in the hands of others.

King Zuo Xian, who took her captive to Hudi, may have loved her, but he regarded her more as a kind of thing for him to show off, which can show that he is a strong soldier of the Huns and not afraid of the Han Dynasty, beautiful and talented. A tool for his offspring.

Cao Mengde, who ransom her back to the Central Plains with a lot of money, may have admired her too, but he took her back more to appease the hearts of the scholars in the world, to seek a virtuous name, and at the same time to take the opportunity to knock her down. The stable King Zuoxian.

In this world, except for father and her two children, no one seems to really love her.

Lan Xuesheng closed her eyes, and the lingering sound of the piano dispersed in the air in the blink of an eye.

At the moment of closing the strings, she seemed to be aware of some subtle throbbing from the soul. She wanted to concentrate on that feeling carefully, but unexpectedly it was like a breeze, fleeting.

So fast that she didn't have time to think about it.

Feng Xi, who was listening to her playing the piano, was silent for a long time when she saw this, and finally stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder lightly.

"Xuesheng, there is something I wanted to tell you a long time ago." Feng Xi frowned and considered his words, "That's... this listening pine on the cliff is indeed a rare and good piano."

"But it's not for you—it's not your violin, so it can't really resonate with your soul."

"—Perhaps, Xuesheng, it's time for you to find a piano that really belongs to you."

Feng Xi's gaze was extremely calm, Lan Xuesheng's pupils shrank uncontrollably when she heard this.

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