Chapter 227 The Sound of the Piano in the Ancient Treasure Studio
Gubaozhai is a well-known time-honored brand at home and abroad. It has a history of more than 200 years. It is a tall antique building with carved beams and paintings.
It is a collection of antiques, ancient jade and strange stones, ancient calligraphy and paintings, ancient musical instruments and various ancient handicrafts. It condenses the essence of various ancient handicrafts. The store is filled with tens of thousands of art treasures, all kinds of weird and wonderful. As soon as you walk in, you will feel a strong ancient style.
Coming...
The third floor is the main place of Gubaozhai, where all the most precious antiquities are found. Each antiquities carries a high price, and each antique seems to be able to trace the footsteps of history and return to the current era.
And the melodious soft voice also comes from here.
An antique lyre stand, a simple and elegant lyre, and a woman full of classical temperament form an ink painting of smoke and clouds with an ancient charm.
Unfortunately, the lyre is only a product of the 19th century, and seems a bit out of place in this room filled with antiques that have traveled through hundreds of years.
However, the workmanship and timbre of the piano body are quite good. Lin Feirong's skillful hands created a light and sweet timbre. The wisps of the piano sound were like clear streams meandering from the valley, slowly passing through her fingers.
It flows, euphemistically and continuously, and then overflows like a tide, filling every space indoors. When it crosses the outdoors, it is like the spring breeze passing through the green fields, like the raindrops falling in the bamboo forest...
In addition to Qin Lan, there were about a dozen other men, women, and children present. The oldest was seventy and the youngest was thirty. All of them seemed to have an extraordinary temperament. The artist's temperament was particularly obvious. They all seemed to be intoxicated at this time.
The ethereal music flowed into their hearts like a sweet spring, and the sound of nature penetrated their hearts, drawing people into a vast and vast realm. Especially among them, an old man in his seventies, who was sitting on a plum blossom stool from the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
, with his eyes closed, shaking his head from time to time, his fingers still echoing the music on the coffee table...
The old man has a strong spirit, a clear face, and his gray beard and hair are neatly combed. He looks like a well-educated master from a wealthy family in the world.
When the song ends, it leaves people with endless aftertaste, allowing them to truly experience the lingering aftertaste and the unexpected taste.
"Soothing like a flowing spring, rushing like a waterfall, crisp like beads falling on a jade plate, and low like a whisper... It's really good to have such attainments at such an age. Miss Lin, you passed." The ancient man stood up and said softly.
The ground clapped, and others clapped and echoed...
Lifting up her translucent white dress, Concubine Lin's graceful body stood up gracefully, bowing slightly towards the ancient man to show respect. The temperament shown by her beautiful face was still so calm and indifferent, and she moved her hands and feet,
She is tepid, without any pretense, natural, and the elegance and nobility embedded in her bones all interpret her as mysterious and unattainable.
Walking out of the piano stand, he came to Qin Lan's side...
"Rong Rong, congratulations on getting the opportunity to come into contact with the divine object. I wish you the best in advance." Qin Lan is still so charming, mature, confident, with a profound and elegant temperament. The years like a knife cannot erase the beauty and fragrance of the country.
face.
"Aunt Lan, don't laugh at me. There are so many seniors here. Even if the divine creature recognizes its owner, it won't be my turn." Concubine Lin said in a clear voice, her jade teeth slightly exposed, and then she sat down next to Qin Lan.
"This kind of divine object is not obtained by those who are destined, but by those who have strength. I believe in your strength." Qin Lan encouraged, not ruling out that it was to increase Lin Feirong's confidence, because her own tone sounded
But he seemed a little lacking in confidence.
"Aunt Lan, I know your intentions, but there is no need to force this kind of thing. You also know that we are here just to meet each other. Due to our interest, we are lucky to be able to get in touch with the divine objects. Those who have access to the divine objects
"What do you think? Don't talk about your hopes for me anymore, it will make people laugh." Lin Feirong corrected.
Qin Lan was about to speak when she saw Ye Chenfeng walking towards them from the wooden stairs...
Hey, it's him, why is he here?
Qin Lan was surprised.
"Ms. Lin's piano skills are getting better and better. In time, she will definitely become a first-generation piano master." Ye Chenfeng walked over with a smile and said to Lin Feirong.
"Mr. Ye is overly praised, and it's hard to live up to the standards of elegance if you follow your own interests." Lin Feirong responded politely, but in her heart she was a little confused about the phrase 'getting better and better'. Could it be that he had heard of me before?
Play?
Qin Lan was a little dissatisfied with Ye Chenfeng's tone of seniority praising his juniors, and couldn't help but said: "It sounds like you also know how to play the piano?"
Qin Lan's impression of Ye Chenfeng is still stuck in the bad image he had when he pestered Lin Feirong at Baiyun Beauty Salon. Although the two have a bet, it does not mean that their impression of him has changed. Therefore, they become even more disgusted. If
If the skin-beautifying mask had not been a great temptation for her, Qin Lan would not have established a bet with Ye Chenfeng.
This is like a pearl in a smelly ditch. No matter how smelly it is, you have to fish it out!
Ye Chenfeng also knew that his image in their hearts had been completely ruined. To put it bluntly, he was like a toad eating swan meat, but Ye Chenfeng, who was indifferent and indifferent, didn't care. In addition, his original behavior was indeed indecent.
So he didn't care if Qin Lan didn't want to see him. He nodded and said, "Understand a little bit."
"It sounds like you know more than a little bit. Could it be that you also want to obtain a divine object?" Qin Lan's tone was a bit sharp.
"Mystical object? What sacred object?" Ye Chenfeng was puzzled. Just after Lin Feirong finished playing, Ye Chenfeng heard the old man saying that she passed. It seemed like it was an assessment. Could it be that she passed the assessment?
There is a chance to obtain the so-called divine item. What kind of divine item is it?
Just as Ye Chenfeng finished speaking, another melodious sound of the piano sounded...
The player is a middle-aged woman in her forties. She looks well-maintained, with fair and smooth skin, like a young woman in her early thirties. Although she is not as good as Qin Lan, her temperament is different. This woman is like a flower in the world.
The orchid in the empty valley outside blooms independently among the red dust of the purple road, exuding a faint fragrance. It has a peaceful and demure beauty about it. It is an authentic and natural beauty that looks extremely elegant.
The slender fingers danced on the lyre, stroking the rippling melody. The long-lasting ancient tones were like a stick of incense slowly dancing in the air, both real and virtual, lingering away, making people intoxicated...
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"The pine breeze sweeps across the distant valley, and the ice jade washes over the secluded stream."
After the song was finished, the old man applauded and said, "You are worthy of being a professor at Beihai Conservatory of Music. He has profound knowledge and dexterous techniques. His strokes and strokes are exquisite. Professor Mei, you passed."
After Professor Mei thanked him happily, he walked out of the piano stand, and then the next young man who looked more energetic sat on the piano stand. After playing a few notes, the ancient old man frowned and was asked to take a call.
, the young man walked out of the piano stand dejectedly, looking extremely depressed.
Seeing this, Ye Chenfeng was immediately intrigued. He looked at Qin Lan and continued the topic before asking: "What on earth is going on with the divine object you just mentioned?"
"You don't even know what is going on here, then why are you here?" Qin Lan was a little disdainful, thinking that Ye Chenfeng found Lin Feirong here because of some channel.
"Of course I was attracted by the sound of the piano."
"Are you sure you were attracted by the sound of the piano and not for any other purpose?" Qin Lan said, looking at Lin Feirong pointedly.
Looking at Lin Feirong's face that looked exactly like hers, Ye Chenfeng fell silent. He was indeed attracted by the sound of the piano, but it was undeniable that if he hadn't escaped from the sound of the piano and discovered that Lin Feirong was here, Ye Chenfeng would have
The wind is impossible to come.
Seeing things and missing everyone makes you haggard, seeing people missing their feelings makes you even more sad!
If you trace the footsteps of history, the antiques here can lead people's thoughts to the past dynasties in a long and winding way, and Lin Feirong's face can undoubtedly instantly and powerfully package Ye Chenfeng's physical and mental memories and emotions.
By four hundred years ago...
Years go by, but they can't erase the feeling of being abandoned by him. Ye Chenfeng has always kept his guilt for her deep in his heart. If time could go back to the past, Ye Chenfeng would cherish it.
Love is sad and sad, painful and despairing!
Ye Chenfeng was confused about how she felt at the beginning, but it was a pity that it was too late, so there was nothing she could do!
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