The boat moved slowly along the waterway towards Tang Mansion.
From time to time, a boatman would greet you on the road: "Sir, buy some flowers. The peach blossoms will help you with luck. They can improve your luck!"
“Fishball noodles, we sell fishball noodles! The most authentic fishball noodles in Yidu! It’s delicious and free of charge.”
"Pakes! Freshly baked cakes!"
The man wearing a bamboo hat, buying and eating together, was full of praise: "Well, selling goods on the boat is a good idea. We don't even need to move, the boat will row over."
“This noodle is good, the soup is fresh and chewy.”
“The fried cake is also delicious and fragrant!”
"Hey, do you want to eat?"
A low laugh came from the cabin: "If you don't eat, you have to keep your stomach for the wedding banquet."
"Oh, I almost forgot, I won't buy it if I don't buy it."
The man was leaning against the bow of the boat, drinking and talking to the people inside.
"You've managed your time very well. You didn't come even a day earlier and had to go back in time for the wedding banquet. Why, you don't want to go home so much?"
"It's nothing unthinkable, it's just a coincidence." The people in the cabin were talking lazily, seeming to be fiddling with something in their hands, and there were intermittent whining sounds.
"This little uncle of yours seems to be a year or two younger than you? He is already married, how about you?"
"What should I do? I won't argue with him."
The man wearing a bamboo hat said: "Don't change the topic, I don't believe that the Tang family is not worried about your marriage."
A laugh came from the cabin: "As a cosmopolitan as I am, how can I marry someone and come back to stay alone in my empty house?"
The man thought thoughtfully: "Is it possible that you don't want to come back because you are afraid of being forced into marriage? Oh, it's rare that the Second Young Master Tang is also afraid of something."
The people in the cabin didn't argue with him and started blowing intermittently again.
The sound sounded more real, and it seemed to be Xun.
The boat was getting closer and closer to the Tang Mansion, and the sound of celebration came over. The man wearing a bamboo hat sighed: "As expected of the first family in Southern Chu, with a bustling house and a crowd of guests!"
The cabin was still blowing slowly and leisurely, but there was no response.
The man said: "Your reaction is really cold, you seem to be disapproving?"
"Flowers bloom brightly, and fire cooks oil. Who knows how long it will flourish?"
The man teased: "You are so open-minded, why don't you become a monk?"
The person in the cabin said leisurely: "If you have a pure heart, why do you need to become a monk? Taoist Master Jin, you are already in good shape!"
The man wearing a bamboo hat laughed loudly: "What you said makes sense."
The Tang Mansion was right in front of him, and the boatman asked: "Sir, do you want to go ashore?"
The man in the cabin ordered: "No, cross the bridge in front and turn to Yangliu Bay."
"Okay!"
The boatman agreed, turned across the waterway, and entered a small bay that was only about ten feet wide.
There are weeping willows on both sides of the bank, shaded by white walls, and the night is quiet.
And separated by a wall is the most lively Tang Mansion in Yidu tonight.
"stop."
"yes."
The boat swayed to a stop, and the boatman jumped ashore and tied the cable to the willow tree.
Seeing that he had no intention of getting off the boat, the man wearing a bamboo hat asked, "Aren't you going in?"
A slow chuckle came from inside: "I'm really embarrassed to be late for my uncle's wedding banquet, so let's give him a gift first."
"oh?"
There was no longer any response in the cabin, replaced by a continuous sound of xun.
Xun is an ancient musical instrument with a long and low sound, which naturally has a desolate meaning.
When it sounds on the bank of willow trees, my ears are full of nostalgia.
Taoist priest Jin, who was wearing a bamboo hat, stretched out his legs and rested his arms on his head. He looked up at the moon and sneered in his heart.
On the wedding day, I congratulated him with the sound of a xun. I really believed his evil deeds!
If he hadn't been one of his own family, I wouldn't have driven him out and blown his head off!
The sound of the xun was not loud, and it was especially difficult to spread outdoors. However, the sound of the xun spread farther and farther, gradually drifting into the Tang mansion. Even the noisy people at the wedding banquet could not cover it up.
…
Upstairs in the library, Ji Xiaowu heard the sound of the xun and wondered: "Is this the xun? Someone is playing the xun? How strange! Does this person have any grudge against the Tang family on this happy day?"
Mingwei listened carefully, and after a while, he smiled and said: "It's not that I have any grudges, I should be here to express my congratulations."
"ha?"
She stopped answering, picked up her flute and joined in the playing.
The sound of the flute is quiet and melodious, which wonderfully neutralizes the desolation in the sound of the xun, making it longer and more delicate, tender and full of knots.
Taoist priest Jin exclaimed in surprise: "Hey, someone is responding to your xun sound? Is it someone from the Tang Dynasty?"
The sound of the xun paused slightly and continued to play.
He didn't respond, but changed the tune, as if to shake off the sound of the flute.
The moment the sound of the xun changed, Mingwei had a slight smile on his lips and chose to follow it.
In the following tunes, the two seem to be in harmony and confrontation, sometimes entangled and sometimes in opposition, just like a pair of enemies, separated and reunited.
When the sound of the xun entered the Tang Mansion, Tang Xi, who was entertaining guests, was startled.
"What is this sound?" A nephew of the Tang family shouted, "Why does it sound desolate and desolate? It's so depressing! Someone, come and find them quickly and drive them away!"
"That's right! It's a big day, doesn't this bring bad luck to us?"
The servant quickly responded: "Young man, go find him right away!"
"Slow down." Tang Xi stopped him, "I'll listen first."
Although the sound of the xun is desolate, every syllable is soft and round, as if someone is talking.
The more Tang Xi listened, the more delighted he became, and suddenly turned around and ran towards the inner hall.
"Hey, Uncle Ten!" The nephew of the Tang family accompanying the guests was puzzled.
However, since Uncle Ten didn't say to arrest anyone, then he won't arrest him.
Tang Xi quickly walked into the inner hall: "Mother!"
Mrs. Tang, who was talking to a group of noble ladies, was surprised: "If you are not entertaining guests in front, what are you doing here?"
Tang Xi's face was filled with joy: "Listen to the sound of the xun!"
Mrs. Tang was stunned for a moment. No one spoke in the inner hall, and the sound of the xun slowly came in.
As she listened, a look of excitement gradually appeared on her face.
"Xiao Shi, this voice, this voice is..."
"It's Erlang's song! He's back!"
Mrs. Tang was very happy: "Okay, okay! This kid, I know he won't come back when you get married."
"I came before anyone else. This is a congratulatory gift!" Tang Xi said with a smile on his face, "This guy is a good boy and came to apologize first."
Mrs. Tang smiled happily and went outside with her cane, hoping to hear more clearly.
The female guests were extremely curious when they heard that this was the sound of the second son of Tang Dynasty.
The second son of the Tang family is also very talented, but he seems not to be focused. He is not as good as Tang Xi in literature and not as good as Tang Luo in martial arts, so his reputation is slightly inferior.
I heard that since he was a teenager, he has traveled around the world and made his home all over the world. Now that he is over 20 years old, he has no intention of getting married and settling down.
This temperament is too unruly. If he can be like Tang Shiye and Tang eldest son, he will be a good son-in-law.
What a pity, what a pity.
…
Wen Xiuyi was talking to Shi Qing when she heard the sound of the xun.
"Senior brother, it's senior brother who's back!" She grabbed Shi Qing's sleeve with a look of surprise on her face.
Shi Qing's face darkened and he said: "The second young master and the tenth master have always been close, so naturally they will come back to congratulate him."
Wen Xiuyi's face was full of happiness: "Yes! And we are back too. Senior brother should come back to see us no matter what."
Shi Qing stopped talking.
Wen Xiuyi didn't need him to answer the phone.
She couldn't hide the smile on her face as she listened to the sound of the xun coming in.
As I listened, suddenly a flute sounded, joining the music.
Wen Xiuyi was stunned for a moment and became furious: "It's that woman! Shameless, she hooked up with Master Shi, does she still want to hook up with senior brother? I'll teach her a lesson!"
"Hey!" Shi Qing wanted to catch her, but Wen Xiuyi had already run out.
But before she could reach the bottom of the library, a large firework exploded above her head, making it colorful and dazzling. (To be continued)