"What kind of piano do you play in the middle of the night?"
"I'm seeing Tzuyu off."
Zhao Rong choked on his drink.
"Wen Ruo, are you waiting for the sound of your piano to stop, and five hundred ax hands will jump out of the water outside the lake pavilion, rush in and chop me into pieces?"
Lin Wenruo was stunned, raised his head, and smiled. The sound of the piano was still playing in the Huxin Pavilion, and the night outside the Huxin Pavilion was like ink. "Tzuyu was joking."
"The rain has stopped, isn't Tzuyu planning to leave early in the morning?"
"That's why you disturb people sleeping in the middle of the night."
Lin Wenruo looked at the manor sleeping in the moonlight outside the pavilion and sighed. "How could the sound of Qingchi's piano disturb people's sleep? In the end, wasn't it just Ziyu who found it?"
"Of all the common people in the garden, only Tzuyu understands me."
Zhao Rong looked serious. "I got up to relieve myself at night, but the sound of your piano was so noisy that I couldn't hold it in."
"..."
Lin Wenruo opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't ask if he had come out. He said angrily: "Then you still drink."
What a noble and noble thing, but it was made vulgar by the guy in front of me.
Zhao Rong blinked. Seeing that Lin Wenruo had succeeded in breaking the skill, he instantly felt less melancholy. He glanced at the extra guqin in the pavilion, walked over, and sat down to play.
Although Guqin is the first of the four Confucian arts in chess, calligraphy and painting, Zhao Rong is not proficient in it. He only knows some basic notation, fingering and playing techniques. This is mainly because he was not interested in this thing in the past and felt that it was useless for governing the world.
I didn't study seriously.
"It seems that Wen Ruo was waiting for me specially, knowing that I would get up in the middle of the night to relieve myself."
Zhao Rong stroked the broken lines on the piano's body that showed its age. The wooden body was simple and thick, completely black, with a faint green tint. When his fingertips touched it, he felt a cool feeling. With a flick of his finger, there was a jade collision.
The clear and delicate sound is like the sound of nature, with a cold and immortal meaning. Zhao Rong's eyes lit up and he sighed: "What a beautiful piano."
Lin Wenruo looked helpless. "Could Ziyu stop mentioning this mundane matter?"
"Who said it was a common thing?" Zhao Rong saw that this guqin was so wonderful. Even a person like him who had just begun to understand the rhythm of the guqin could detect its extraordinaryness. He couldn't help but put it down. After hearing Lin Wenruo's words, he casually said: "Release your hands."
For one thing, all the heroes in the world must bow their heads, and all the virtuous women in the world must undress and take off their skirts. I don’t think it’s vulgar at all.”
Lin Wenruo smiled and shook his head, lowered his head and continued playing the piano, but he had no choice but to stop after a while and looked at the person who was "making trouble" on the side.
"Ziyu, can you stop torturing...can you stop playing? I was wrong. I shouldn't have taken out this Mingyu."
Zhao Rong's "Crazy Piano Technique" suddenly stopped, shrugged, picked up the wine pot again, leaned back casually, leaned against the railing, rested his right hand holding the pot outside the pavilion, and looked at the night in the distance for a few times.
From here, you can enjoy the majestic mountain scenery in the distance. The outline of the mountain is clearly separated from the long gray sky. In the unknown mountain, the mist is hazy, and occasionally a few star-like light spots light up, like a fairy.
The lost pearl fell into the world.
There is a high mountain among the mountains that looks quite familiar. If you look closely, you will see that it is square in shape. The side facing Zhao Rong is completely dark, and above it, a bright moon hangs high. Zhao Rong suddenly realizes that it is the cliff.
On the stone carvings, if it were daytime, you would definitely be able to see the four words "quiet and inactive" inside the pavilion. I wonder if there would be an old man in ancient clothes muttering to himself under the cliff at this time, walking alone.
Zhao Rong raised his right hand, his long sleeve slipped down, the wine bottle tipped over, and sorrow entered his throat.
"Wen Ruo."
"Here I am."
Zhao Rong took a sip of wine. "I have a friend who encountered a very troubling thing... He has a childhood sweetheart, the kind of childhood sweetheart, who has been secretly in love with him since childhood, but he didn't know it and misunderstood it.
That childhood sweetheart."
Zhao Rong paused and saw Lin Wenruo sitting there listening quietly, then continued:
"After that, my friend did something very hurtful, which made the childhood sweetheart leave in despair. But the friend soon came to his senses and cleared up the misunderstanding, and he also discovered... that he actually cared about her.
.However, she has gone to a very far away place. Even if I go thousands of miles to find her again, she may not forgive my friend because... the hurt seems to be a bit too deep."
"Wen Ruo, what should he do?"
After finishing speaking in one breath, Zhao Rong took another sip of wine and looked at the listener in the pavilion quietly.
There was a brief silence in the pavilion in the middle of the lake.
Lin Wenruo nodded, took out a luminous cup from the side, and signaled to Zhao Rong, who threw the wine bottle away. Lin Wenruo took it, filled the cup, and threw it back.
Lin Wenruo took a sip lightly, looked at Zhao Rong's expectant eyes, and said leisurely:
"Is this friend you are talking about yourself?"
Zhao Rong: "..."
The young Confucian scholar holding a wine flask shook his head quickly.
Lin Wenruo shook the luminous wine glass. "You don't have to hide it, there is no one else here."
Zhao Rong sighed when he heard this and said calmly: "Well, I still can't hide it from you. In fact, the friend I'm talking about is..."
"Su Xiaoxiao!"
He said seriously: "She is the one who is traveling with me. You have met her. I have a very good relationship with her. She has always regarded me as a gentle, considerate and handsome close brother. She rushes to tell me everything.
I'm embarrassed to refuse. You know, I have this shortcoming. So, I want to ask for her, what should I do about this matter? "
Lin Wenruo looked suspicious and glanced at the pair of black and white jade plaques on the waist of the man in front of him. Then his expression calmed down and he said slowly: "Oh, this matter is easy to handle."
Zhao Rong looked expectant.
Lin Wenruo's lips curled up. "Stop looking for her. Why do you have to embarrass yourself and humbly run to see her face? Wait until she tramples your dignity to the ground?"
Zhao Rong's face darkened when he heard this, his eyes lowered, and he looked at his feet. He didn't even have time to take into account that the personal pronoun in Lin Wenruo's words was "you".
Lin Wenruo saw Zhao Rong's face, raised his brows, and continued to explain: "Now that the matter has come to this, don't try to save it anymore. At least this will definitely maintain your dignity. After all, you rejected her, you didn't want her, you
You are the one who is superior. You can always stand high in the future, let her look up at you, and make her feel humble and heartbroken when she thinks about it in the future. Between the two of them, you are the proud winner."
Zhao Rong frowned more and more, pursed his lips tightly, and looked directly at his feet, as if he could penetrate the lake at the bottom of the pavilion.
Lin Wenruo stared at the silent young Confucian scholar in front of him, with a smile on his face and a good attitude. "Tzuyu, how can we men, especially Confucian scholars of our generation, lose our hearts, even in the relationship between men and women. Although this matter is between both parties.
Misunderstanding, you may feel quite regretful now, but time will pass everything, and when you think of her in the future, you will at most feel a little regretful."
At this point, Lin Wenruo stopped, a flash of fireworks flashed in his eyes, but it was extinguished in an instant. Lin Wenruo immediately came back to his senses, sighed slightly, and said seriously:
"Tzuyu, there are tens of thousands of women in this world. How can you be so entangled with one person? If you don't become ruthless, it will be even more troublesome to meet other women in the future. Like me now, with more than a dozen beautiful concubines,
Well, I have forgotten the exact number of ten. Who cares, if I devote myself to each of them like you do now, wouldn't I be exhausted to death? Then how can I help this Zhongnan Kingdom Building to collapse?
"
"Confucian scholars like us should focus on business. We can have romantic affairs, but we can't reverse priorities!"
"So, Tzuyu, what are you thinking? Be more cruel, okay?"
The moonlight is like water.
Walking quietly on the lake, pavilion roof, pillars, fence, guqin, stone slabs and the profile of a certain Confucian scholar.
The face was slightly thin, and in the silver light cast by the bright moon, it solidified into a silent marble statue.
The eye that was not hidden in the darkness was dim and unclear.
The tightly pursed red lips were as black as distant mountains.
A gaze was staring at him scorchingly.
Two jade medals with distinct black and white colors were hanging quietly on their waists. They were so close to each other, but they didn't move at all, facing each other in the air.
And there seems to be an ethereal beauty in the distance, slowly waiting for his answer.
A lacquered hip flask with black patterns carved on it was hovering outside the railing, being held by a hand covered in bruises from repeated training.
The junction between the cold black paint and the lukewarm skin scared away a large amount of blood.
Five slender fingers with green and white fingertips.
The next second.
Let go of your palms and no longer hold them tightly.
The wine pot fell and the lake exploded.
The blood that retreated slowly returned.
"Okay." He said.
His brows were slightly relaxed, and although he was still a little hesitant, he already had the answer.