She is just a little girl and has never seen much of the world, so it’s no wonder.
Suddenly, the sound of pipa came from the teahouse in front. It was only a few sounds, but it was the sound of metal and stone, which shocked people's hearts.
"The picturesque country is eclipsed by the smoke..."
The woman has a voiceless voice, and when she opens her throat, she sings with great force and momentum.
It was actually the war poem written by King Qin, the god of war!
"It's Miss Yunyan!"
"Come on, let's go take a look!"
Everyone rushed towards the teahouse in a hurry.
The little girl stood up and pulled up the people around her.
Jun Ziqian just said: "Miss Lan..." Don't go.
Before he could finish speaking, he was pulled away by the little girl.
As soon as I entered the teahouse, I saw a woman in white sitting on the singing stage on the second floor. She didn't apply any makeup. Even so, she was still very beautiful.
Her dark eyebrows are like willows, and her face is like peach blossoms, but there is an aloofness between her brows, and her expression has a kind of indifference that would repel people thousands of miles away.
She held the pipa in her arms and played it gently with her fingertips.
"The horses coming from the sky are all turning over the clouds..."
All the guests in the hall felt the shuo wind blowing against their faces, and the whole teahouse suddenly felt like rolling yellow sand, with swords ringing and thousands of troops rushing forward, as if they were on a battlefield with a blue sky full of blood.
“A Taoist man’s heart will be as strong as iron until death.
The mountains and rivers are washed with blood, and the white corpses are covered with grass,
Don’t be afraid of dust and ashes, your heart will reflect the blue sky!”
The woman's song was still singing, and the sound of the pipi seemed to ring in people's hearts, filling their hearts with blood.
The little girl and Jun Ziqian were sitting in the corner of the teahouse, with different expressions on their faces.
The little girl looked at it with a smile and whispered: "Huh? I'm vibrating."
Jun Ziqian was forced to listen to the music. When his eyes flashed slightly, he heard her whispering and couldn't help but glance at her.
The little girl also looked over and said with a smile: "Brother Yanzhi, that girl is so beautiful!"
Jun Ziqian still had a calm expression and said nothing.
No matter how beautiful it is, in his eyes it is just a colorful flower.
Flowers have their peak seasons and their decline seasons.
On stage.
At the end of the song, all the momentum faded away, and what was left was eternal sadness.
After the song ended, the whole hall was silent.
"Song of the Qucheng is well deserved."
"I didn't expect that I could hear King Qin's battle song here. I didn't expect that this woman could sing the song of a golden war and an iron horse!"
"He is indeed the best singer in Los Angeles!"
Everyone was praising it, and finally the whole teahouse was filled with cheers and exclamations.
"Miss Yunyan is really stunning!" A man said loudly.
Everyone looked at the sound.
I saw three young men walking out of the private room on the second floor.
The leading man was handsome and elegant, with a very outstanding appearance. Apart from Jun Ziqian, who was wearing a mask and couldn't see his true face, he was probably the most dazzling in the room.
The little girl said "Hey", isn't this the bad guy in the village who blocks people's way?
That person was none other than Ruan Jun, and the two people behind him were his classmates and friends at Baihe Academy.
Today, a few people gathered at a teahouse to drink tea, and they never expected to hear such amazing singing.
Ruan Jun cupped his hands towards Yun Yan on the stage and said: "I'm Ruan Jun from Baihe Academy. I just heard Miss Yun Yan's elegant song. It is truly a wonderful piece of music that I have never heard in my life."
Yun Yan's eyes were extremely pale. When she looked at Ruan Jun, she nodded slightly and said, "Young Master Liao praised me. My daughter is just playing around with the war poems of King Qin, the God of War. She is just a rudimentary piano player. I'm afraid she will pollute the ears and eyes of everyone and the Young Master."
neither haughty nor humble.
"Miss Yunyan, there is no need to be modest. If that was just a superficial piano skill, there would no longer be any good music in the world!"
Ruan Jun raised his brows, indescribably high-spirited, and looked at Yun Yan: "So Ruan wants to treat Yun Yan to a drink to show his respect. If Miss Yun Yan doesn't mind, how about coming in for a drink?"
oh……
Everyone in the teahouse watched the excitement.
Anyone who knows Miss Yunyan well knows that she always keeps away from others and never has too much contact with any tea guests.