His eyes slowly closed, and after a few moments, Ye Shaohan opened his eyes again, waved the feather fan in his hand, took a step forward, and said slowly: "The cicadas are sad, facing the Changting Pavilion at night, the heavy rain has begun to stop, and the tents of the capital are all empty.
The mood, the place of nostalgia, is stimulated by Lanzhou. Holding hands and looking into the tearful eyes, I am speechless and choked. Thinking about it, I have gone thousands of miles away, and the sky is vast and clear at dusk."
Ye Shaohan's voice resounded throughout the entire second floor. Before he finished reading the first half of the sentence, there was no sound of conversation among the people around him, and the old man suddenly stood up.
Although Ye Shaohan's recitation was not fast, it fit the artistic conception of the words and sentences in one go. In addition, he was a person with profound literary skills. It was like putting everyone in the autumn wind, the autumn rain, the dry leaves on the ground, and after the heavy rain.
, in the pavilion in the evening, a woman and her husband were talking about parting, the wine was mixed with the wife's tears, parting, the love was hard to let go, the boatman was ruthless, urging the orchid boat to sail, looking at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears, will be
The woman's reluctance is vividly reflected.
"Sentiment has been sad since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the autumn festival, the willow bank, the dawn wind and the waning moon. This year, it should be a good time and beautiful scene in vain. Even if there are thousands of scenery, who can tell me?"
In Ye Shaohan's deep and deep voice, a picture appeared in front of everyone's eyes. A woman stood alone on the empty and lonely shore, missing her husband thousands of miles away, drinking to relieve her sorrow. I don't know when
When I sober up, I can only face the lonely willow bank...
The whole place fell into a deathly silence. Everyone was intoxicated in that artistic conception. Even the beautiful lady couldn't help crying, which made the poem sad. The old man's eyes also fell into a dull state. Everything in the past was constantly replayed in the old man's eyes.
, Juan'er, where are you now? Tears slowly dripped down the corners of the old man's eyes.
With a sad sigh, Ye Shaohan pulled Zhang Ming, who was also sluggish beside him, out of the way. His figure jumped into the stairs and gradually disappeared at the top of the stairs.
When the sound of ticking footsteps sounded, the drunken crowd was startled. At this moment, they realized that Ye Shaohan was no longer there.
At this moment, Ye Shaohan's voice floated slowly from the stairs again: The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of Yi. Even though I have thousands of lovesickness and thousands of styles, who can I tell...
...
Footsteps sounded slowly around the corner, and at the same time, the singing on the third floor of the hotel also became silent.
Waving his feather fan, Ye Shaohan stepped onto the third floor of the wine with a calm expression. Compared with arriving during the day, the third floor at this moment was more elegant.
There are not many people on the entire third floor, only a dozen people, and most of them are middle-aged or old people. Only three are young people, one is Han Xiaojing whom I met today, and one is a young man.
A young man with an extraordinary appearance, and the remaining one is Han Xiaoshuang'er, the organizer of this poetry meeting.
Dressed in neon clothes, the woman has a tall and graceful figure, an oval face, and long black hair tied up with a belt, hanging down to her waist. Especially the smile at the corner of the woman's mouth makes people feel a little close to her. However, Ye Shaohan always looks at the woman's face.
His eyes were still as calm as ever.
Compared with Ye Shaohan's calm expression, the faces of the old men around him had a hint of surprise. You must know that all the people present were great scholars from Tianfeng City, and now that Ye Shaohan has ascended to the third floor, doesn't it mean that Ye Shaohan has also followed him?
Their talents were comparable, but the young man in front of him was so young.
Looking for a seat to sit down, Ye Shaohan smiled slightly at everyone, always acting neither humble nor overbearing, and extremely humble.
Everyone at the scene was well-educated and naturally smiled at Ye Shaohan. However, only the young man's face was a bit gloomy, even though he covered it up well.
Han Xiaoshuang also nodded to Ye Shaohan, and immediately sat down again. In front of Han Xiaoshuang was a guqin. Han Xiaoshuang's snow-like jade hands slowly placed it on the guqin, and played it a few times at will.
It smells a bit like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate.
Then Han Xiaoshuang smiled politely: "In a few days, Han Xiaoshuang will leave here. Today, Han Xiaoshuang will play a song for everyone. Thank you for your guidance to Han Xiaoshuang over the years. Naturally, this
I also give this song to the newly arrived young master!"
Han Xiaoshuang's voice was extremely pleasant, just like the tinkling sound of a mountain spring hitting the mountain wall. It was extremely pleasant to the ear.
And the faces of the old men around them all flashed with a look of expectation. Han Xiaoshuang's piano skills were famous in Tianfeng City. Even if they were placed in the Falling Rain Kingdom, they would be ranked high.
Ye Shaohan naturally stood up and responded. In response, the gloomy look in the eyes of the young man next to Han Xiaoshuang became darker. Ye Shaohan never took it seriously.
With a gentle smile, Han Xiaoshuang showed a trace of confusion on her face, her hands slowly played on the strings of the piano, and the melodious and clear sound of the piano resounded through the third floor. The sound of the piano was like beads falling on a jade plate, like a ring ring,
It flows slowly, just like the tinkling spring water in the quiet forest. It is beautiful and fascinating, and the piano skill has reached its peak.
The elegant and clear sound of the piano sounded like a soft and boneless jade hand touching everyone's heartstrings.
At this moment, even Ye Shaohan slowly closed his eyes. The clear sound of the piano was always surrounding everyone's ears, and a clear figure of a girl appeared in front of them, dancing with elegant steps, innocent and innocent.
The sound of the piano gradually changed from elegant to elegant, and the girl who appeared in front of her eyes seemed to be confused by a disease. The smile on the girl's face continued to decrease, replaced by endless sorrow, constantly struggling in despair, and constantly struggling.
In despair, until the end, the sound of the piano changed from melodious and long to high and strong, and the girl remained strong in the constant struggle. Even though her body was getting worse day by day, her life gradually disappeared, and finally turned into dust and smoke, she still remained strong.
For a long time, the sound of the piano gradually became lower and lower, and finally the melody stopped, and the image of the girl slowly disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.
Slowly close your eyes and indulge in the beautiful music.
At this moment, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but think of Zhang Zishan, the girl who had fought against the sky for her life, the girl who had always been strong. That night, a girl looked up to the sky and screamed: I am unwilling, I am really unwilling! Why do I have Xuan?
Ice bloodline, I am not willing to accept this fate!
"Zhang Zishan!" Ye Shaohan muttered the name secretly, and a sad emotion slowly spread in his heart.
Beside Ye Shaohan, Zhang Ming's dull eyes were looking at the sky outside the window. A trace of mist filled his eyes, and then dissipated.
A few moments after the sound of the piano, everyone present slowly reacted. At this moment, Ye Shaohan noticed that Han Xiaoshuang's delicate face was pale, as if it was sick.
Sighing slightly, the girl in the piano might be herself. On Han Xiaoshuang's body, Ye Shaohan felt that her vitality was always slowly passing away.
"This song can only be heard in the sky, and how many times can it be heard in the human world!" A deep voice slowly came to mind for the third time, and the voice suddenly floated out of Ye Shaohan's mouth.
The sound also alarmed the old man who was intoxicated with the piano. Everyone reacted and couldn't help praising Han Xiaoshuang's piano sound.
Han Xiaoshuang always smiled politely, stood up, and smiled softly at Ye Shaohan: "Young master, you complimented me, Han Xiaoshuang's piano skills are still not at the level of perfection!"
Han Xiaoshuang's smile is like a blooming lily, making people feel like they are bathed in the spring breeze.
However, the face of the young man next to him became even more gloomy. He also stood up from his position, waved his paper fan, and said to Ye Shaohan: "This young master is obviously here for the first time, why don't you perform a song for everyone!"
This young man has always had this inexplicable hostility towards him. At this moment, Ye Shaohan felt more and more that after listening to Han Xiaoshuang's song, even some people would not play it in front of Han Xiaoshuang.
Undoubtedly, he was asking for humiliation. If he looked at such a young man thoughtfully, a sneer flashed at the corner of his mouth.
When his eyes touched the young man's eyes, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but smile bitterly. The reason for this young man's hostility towards him was actually jealousy. Everyone could see the burning affection for Han Xiaoshuang in the young man's eyes.
However, Han Xiaoshuang only smiled at him a few times before making him jealous, which made Ye Shaohan feel like he was laughing at something wrong.
The young man's words naturally attracted everyone's attention, even Han Xiaoshuang.
Waving the feather fan, Ye Shaohan always had a lazy smile on his lips, pointed at the guqin, and said with a smile: "Miss Han, I wonder if I can borrow the piano!"
Han Xiaoshuang glared at the young man with strange eyes, then smiled politely and said: "Young master, please do as you please!"
Ye Shaohan didn't show any pretense and took the guqin from Han Xiaoshuang's hand. The guqin still exuded the fragrance of a beautiful woman, kind of like orange.
Not only did Han Xiaoshuang glare at the young man with strange eyes, but even everyone present glared at the young man. This move was not intentional to make people look embarrassed. How could they not see it? However, Ye Shaohan took the piano and returned with a calm expression.
Location.
Holding the piano, he looked at the banjo, which was similar to the one in his previous life, with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes. He still remembered the time in his previous life when he was not a killer. At that time, he had not graduated from university, and he studied art.
, at that time, I would play the banjo every day. At that time, my parents were still alive, and I had many friends around me at that time. At that time...
After Ye Shaohan held the piano, no sound came out. Ye Shaohan just sat there quietly, like a dead tree, never moving.
The young man next to Han Xiaoshuang had a hint of joking in his eyes, causing the old men around him to shake their heads and sigh secretly.
Finally, Ye Shaohan's eyes slowly closed, and from this moment on, everyone suddenly felt that Ye Shaohan's temperament had undergone a huge change in an instant.
The surrounding air seemed to be greatly oppressed, and a feeling of oppression slowly spread in their hearts, getting thicker and thicker until they were so depressed that it was almost difficult to breathe. It was as if a huge stone was pressing on their chests. At this moment
, they felt an inexplicable sadness, sadness that they didn’t know why.