Jun Changqian still didn't say a word, and Yu Bei only responded slightly, occasionally adding a sentence or two.
As we walked along, there were many boats here, but they looked very elegant and quiet, not as noisy as ordinary teahouses or bars.
A flute sound penetrated through, and it just matched the scene here. In my mind, I replayed some martial arts TV series clips that I occasionally watched with Uncle Zhong. It was in this night, a beautiful lady in white stood on the bow of a boat and played the flute. Every time
These people are all elegant young masters, or have excellent martial arts skills.
Curious, I stretched out my hand to roll down the car window and looked around. As far as the eye could see, I could not see a young man in white clothes who looked like an immortal.
"Are you feeling bored? It's good to get out of the car and go for a walk to relieve yourself." Jun Changqian suggested when he saw me stretching my neck to look outside.
Secretary Zheng naturally obeyed the order and stopped the car. Then he stopped in front of a not-so-conspicuous painting boat, and the flute sound came from this painting boat.
The sound of the flute is gentle and ethereal. As far as I know, there are very few people who are learning Chinese-style instruments such as the flute. Most of them are learning piano and violin. Those who can play the flute to this level, I
The first time I heard it, I subconsciously raised my feet and walked towards the boat.
Jun Changqian stretched out his hand to pull me, and Secretary Zheng said: "This boat is the quietest boat in the entire W River. Designer Jun doesn't need to worry."
When Yu Bei heard what Secretary Zheng said, he looked up to the sky and sighed. Jun Changqian took back his hand that stopped me, followed me, and helped me get on the boat.
The painting boat looks like a ship. From the deck, go down a few steps, and you will see a round and thick wooden pillar raised several meters high in the middle of the hall. It is decorated with hanging calligraphy and flowers and paintings. It is indeed an elegant place.
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The sound of the flute came from upstairs, as if there was some kind of pull, and I slowly walked up the spiral staircase.
Someone came to greet us in the lobby. Secretary Zheng went to get the number and led Yu Bei to follow Jun Changqian and me.
There are mostly private rooms on the second floor, most of which are separated by some brand names or classic famous sentences. After walking through the corridor, you arrive at the end of the boat facing the center of the river. The sound of the flute comes from the deck. Looking from a distance, there are figures wearing white clothes.
A young boy stands in the wind, holding a transverse flute in his hand, his black hair covered with silver moonlight.
The white clothes are not as fluttering as I imagined, but they are still white shirts and black trousers. The back is thin and straight.
I had never heard this piece of music played on the flute before, but for some reason, I thought of a song that matched it, which was Liu Yong's "Rain in the Rain".
Jun Changqian did not follow me, but entered a private room with Yu Bei behind me. From where I stood on the deck, I could see several people in the window at a glance. Some were wearing gauze skirts and had their hair pulled back.
The woman was holding a tea tray and kneeling in front of them.
The sound of the flute trembled slightly, and the young man turned his head. A pair of dark eyes were filled with the mist on the river. He couldn't see clearly, but this face seemed familiar.
The moment he looked back, I was singing "Good times and beautiful scenery are in vain, who can I tell anyone." Across the mist on the river, he was covered in silver frost, holding a transverse flute on his slender fingertips, and a single note eventually dispersed around the river, curling endlessly.
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He looked over from a distance, nodded politely, and turned into a private room from the other side. This is actually not the first time I met Sumino Hitomi, but I have never compared this time or four years ago.
Connect with the boy who gave me ten dollars on the street in city S.
