It was drizzling, the lotus flowers were enchanting, and Senior Brother Xiaobai with fluttering white robes stopped at Jingshui Bridge.
I was shocked——
Is Senior Brother Xiaobai going to throw himself into the lake?
wrong……
wrong……
Senior Brother Xiaobai has been eating well and drinking well recently, so there should be nothing he can't think of.
As I grew older, I realized that humans are a strange species. It’s not that they won’t commit suicide if they eat well and drink well. This is a story for later, so I won’t mention it for now.
Looking at Senior Brother Xiaobai again, it’s okay, it’s okay…
Senior Brother Xiaobai turned around and slowly walked into Sifang Pavilion.
I looked up at the sky——
Yes, the rain is a little heavier.
A man of letters walks in the rain, but he never holds an umbrella. Senior Brother Xiaobai has always been eccentric and has a perverse temper. Although he is not a man of letters, he did not hold an umbrella this time.
I secretly guessed that Zhang Sheng and Yingying met in the ruined temple. Could it be that Senior Brother Xiaobai came to Sifang Pavilion for a private meeting with a beautiful woman?
No, no, I am the only beautiful woman in Taixi Mountain, and I have not made an appointment with Senior Brother Xiaobai for a private meeting here. Could it be that...
Could it be that Senior Brother Xiaobai and one of my senior brothers have been in love with each other day and night?
hey-hey……
I need to take a good look.
I huddled up and sneaked onto the Jingshui Bridge, and suddenly I heard the graceful music of the piano slowly coming through the rain.
The eldest brother said that a lady from a famous family should be good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
When it comes to chess skills, I have only played chess with my father, eldest brother and master. Maybe it was my father and eldest brother who asked me to play chess. I have always beaten them to death. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, I played a game with my master. At the end, my master patted me.
He raised his head and said with great satisfaction, "You can teach me," thinking that my chess game was pretty good.
When it comes to calligraphy and painting, I, Ye Rong, have been writing since the day I could hold a jasper slingshot. That time I drew a picture of the scenery of Taixi Mountain and wrote the sentence "The clouds are green as if it is raining, and the water is flowing like smoke." I came from a scholarly background.
The tenth senior brother from the aristocratic family looked at it and nodded repeatedly, thinking that my calligraphy and painting did not disgrace my father and eldest brother.
But in this art of playing the piano, I have always mastered all seven or six of my abilities. The masters who taught me how to play the piano changed one after another. But until I came to Taixi Mountain, the sound of my piano could still be described as bone-piercing.
My master, layman Wuliang, is one of the most famous people in the world. He is very accomplished in the art of piano. I wanted to ask my master to give me some advice, but my basic skills are really bad, and my left hand is still not very good.
After listening to the instructions, the matter was put aside.
In this world, there are people who can eat but not cook, and there must be people like me who can listen to the piano but not play it.
Although I, Ye Rong, don't know how to play the piano, my ears are still very good. I guess the sound of the piano was made by a master.
I glanced at the Sifang Pavilion inadvertently, and I was dumbfounded——
Brother Xiaobai sat on the ground in the pavilion, with a lyre on his knees. He pressed his fingers lightly on the silk strings and plucked them casually, and the graceful music flowed out like the flowing water from the mountains.
Suddenly, I realized——
It is true that no one is perfect.
Just like me, Ye Rong, who was born in a lady, has both talent and beauty, but is short-lived; just like Senior Brother Xiaobai, who is stubborn by nature, bullies the weak, and doesn't want to be good at playing the piano.
However, Senior Brother Xiaobai's talent is much more practical than mine.
If one day, Senior Brother Xiaobai doesn't have enough money to eat, he can play a song in that restaurant or teahouse, and the shopkeeper may donate one or two pieces of steamed buns; but if it were me, he wouldn't wait for me to show off
If the chessboard or pen is dipped properly, the waiter will kick him out.
Therefore, Senior Brother Xiaobai is not without merit!
Suddenly, the sound of Senior Brother Xiaobai's piano seemed to pause. I looked up at the pavilion in confusion. Senior Brother Xiaobai looked at me with deep eyes. I didn't avoid it and looked straight back at him.
He and I were separated by the hazy rain and fog, and the burning lotus flowers in half the lake.
