"It is true that your wealth cannot be cut off or retained." Mu Duansheng said, "How come you are a widower?"
Hu Qing choked and became unhappy: "Master, look at everything. It was before, and now - at least there is someone to take care of me until I die."
Mu Duansheng raised his head: "Are you really lonely?"
The corner of Hu Qing's mouth twitched: "Master, I have given birth to a child myself. Where do you think the provider of the child's half of the blood is now?"
Mu Duansheng asked: "You didn't kill him, right?"
Hu Qing: "...No." Who do you think I am?
"Oh, it turns out it's right here. I said I shouldn't be mistaken. Hey, you peach blossom——"
Hu Qing's eyes lit up and his voice tightened: "How?"
"Quite a lot."
"Really?" Hu Qing was so happy that his tone even rose.
"but--"
"But what?" Hu Qing was nervous.
"You can't catch them all."
"What?"
Mu Duansheng said: "I walked through the peach blossom forest without touching each other. This is the style of our Shuangyang Sect. Most of the people in our family can't grasp the peach blossoms."
"No, no, no, no -" Hu Qing waved his hands repeatedly, pointing at himself and nodding heavily: "I want to catch him, I want to catch him."
Mu Duansheng didn't understand: "You already have children, why do you want a Taoist companion?"
Hu Qing looked distressed: "Listen, listen, master, your idea is wrong and scumbag. How can you find a Taoist companion just for the sake of heirs? Love pursues the resonance of the soul——"
Mu Duansheng was thoughtful: "The resonance of the soul - well, you reminded me - if I take out a piece of your soul and wrap it around the piano - okay, let's try this method today."
Hu Qing: "?!"
Master, are you going to stop being a human being?
"Are you going to do it yourself or should I do it?" Mu Duansheng raised his hand, obviously serious about it.
"I'll do it by myself, I'll do it by myself." Hu Qing wants to cry, let you talk about the resonance, and she will resonate with the strings later!
To put it bluntly, he didn't really pull out his soul, he just used his spiritual consciousness to wrap around each string.
This was the first time for Mu Duansheng to play like this, so he played the song Immortal Love first with great interest.
"how?"
Hu Qing pointed to his brain: "Directly to the soul."
Mu Duansheng was very happy: "My hand skills are also good. I will teach you this song today."
Hu Qing is casual, she can't talk about any song well anyway.
She was also very strange. She copied Mu Duansheng's movements and strength exactly. Xuan Yao also did the same, but Xuan Yao could play music, but she couldn't. Every string sounded under her fingers.
An impossible sound.
It can only be called sound. To be precise, it should be noise.
After studying for a day with his spiritual consciousness wrapped around the strings, Hu Qing accepted his fate: "Master, I really have no musical talent."
Mu Duansheng said: "Come back tomorrow."
Hu Qing went to No. 3 Canteen in a weary manner, and was not surprised to see people in No. 3 Canteen watching videos. Today's batch was freshly baked.
"Hu Qing, the magic seal ears I have heard are not as good as yours, hahaha."
After three days, it was enough time for me to adjust my mentality. She also laughed: "If you have the ability, let's compete to see who can play more beautifully."
Everyone teased in good faith: "There is no need to compare, we are not as good as you together. If it weren't for you playing the piano, those boys would have rushed over and beat them up. You don't even know that in the past two days, everyone eating in the cafeteria has been talking about you.
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"Oh, what did you say about me?"
"Haha, that's a lot to say. They are all saying that you are different."
Hu Qing glanced and curled his lips: "I don't want to eat meat today, so I want something vegetarian."
"Vegetarian? Are you making yourself sick?"
Hu Qing rolled his eyes angrily, which naturally caused another burst of laughter.
On the fourth day, Mu Duansheng still played the piano and still refused to give up. But Hu Qing wanted to give up.
"Master, let's change the instrument. Maybe I'm used to using all five fingers together when making instruments, but I'm not used to having each of my fingers do their own thing when playing the piano."
This explanation sounds decent.
Mu Duansheng thought for a moment, then put away the piano and took out something that looked very similar to an erhu.
I taught her the basic movements and played a piece of sad music for her.
"What's the name of this song?"
"It's called Double Return. It tells the story of a man who took a woman to a distant place and later came back with another woman."
Hu Qing was puzzled: "Then what does he have to be sad about?"
Mu Duansheng: "So this song is the voice of the woman who never came back."
"Then why didn't she come back?"
"Probably, he is dead."
Hu Qing: "How can I write music after I'm dead?"
"Someone else wrote it."
Hu Qingjian said: "I feel so deeply about other people's stories. Is the person who wrote the song in love with the woman who didn't come back?"
Mu Duansheng: "No. This song was created many years after the double story happened. It was composed by later generations."
Hu Qing ah: "How do future generations resonate with stories that have nothing to do with themselves? Isn't love a very private thing?"
Mu Duansheng looked at her without saying anything.
Hu Qing touched his face: "Am I wrong?"
Mu Duansheng said: "I think I may have found the reason why you can't play well."
Hu Qing: "?"
Mu Duansheng: "Are you unable to empathize?"
Hu Qing: "Of course not!"
She used to be the one who stood in front of the TV holding a tissue and wiping her tears. She had a very low tear point and was super empathetic.
Mu Duan said noncommittally: "Come here." He gave her the erhu.
Hu Qing caught it, followed Mu Duansheng's example, and pulled it for a while.
This time Mu Duansheng found the key point and said after listening: "You don't understand feelings."
Hu Qing is embarrassed, people have been in love, and have experienced unrequited love and secret crushes.
"Change to the tune of Songhe." Mu Duansheng taught again, teaching a piece that pursued the main melody of the great road.
Hu Qing pulled it out smoothly, successfully making Mu Duansheng block his ears.
"It's even worse than before. What's the problem?" Mu Duansheng actually had a bad temper. Over the past few days, he felt like getting angry, so he tried his best to hold it in in order to maintain his image as a master.
Hu Qing felt guilty: "Master, forget it. My hand is not the hand for plucking strings."
"Pluck the strings?" Mu Duansheng's faintly irritable eyes fell on Hu Qing's hand.
To be honest, Hu Qing's hands are quite pretty. Although she refines weapons, there are no calluses and her fingers are not deformed. They look pretty, but not delicate.
If you can't pluck the strings, then it should be easy to plug the air holes, right?
Changed the flute.
Hu Qing immediately raised his hand: "I can."
Just blowing air.
Of course Mu Duansheng couldn't share the same flute with her, so he brought another one to teach her.
Hu Qing quickly grasped the key, played a short tune for Mu Duansheng, put down the flute and said proudly: "Is it okay?"
"It's not bad." Mu Duansheng squeezed the flute tightly: "Compared with the sound of your piano, the sound of your flute sounds like mourning, at least it sounds like a serious sound."
Hu Qing: "..."
She hahaha: "Master, you still know how to cry in mourning."
Mu Duansheng raised his eyebrows: "What's so strange about this kind of thing? There is a Three Crying Sect, and all the members are mourners. They cry when they are happy or unhappy. If they kill someone, they will wear sackcloth mourning clothes and cry first."
Hu Qing: "Ah..."
Unexpectedly, there are also professional mourners in the fairy world.