"I'm afraid I have to offend Miss Xiyan to play a song with you today, so I would like to thank you in advance!" Gu Chengyu stood up, bowed, and raised the purple bamboo flute in his hand.
"I have long heard that Mr. Gu is proficient in music. It is Xiyan's luck to play a piece with Mr. Gu today. Let's start now!"
Gu Chengyu smiled slightly and said no more. He put the purple bamboo flute to his lips, and suddenly he remembered a hollow and distant Xiao sound, and then Xiyan lightly plucked the silver string with her hand, and the sound of the piano followed closely.
The whistling sound is like resentment and admiration, like weeping and complaining, and the lingering sound is like a wisp, like a dragon dancing in a deep ravine.
Listening to the sound of the piano again, sometimes the big strings are noisy like a pelting rain, and sometimes the small strings are whispering, like big and small beads falling on a jade plate. The ensemble of piano and flute is like a mountain and flowing water meeting a close friend. They work together seamlessly, just like a perfect match.
Then the woman moved her red lips and spoke softly, her voice was like a flowing oriole, and her voice was like a swallow, "The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night, and even blows them down, and the stars are like rain."
This is exactly the song. Xiyan's singing is like the sound of water and stone hitting each other, clear and sweet, and has a long and melodious rhyme. Everyone is immersed in it.
Gu Chengyu and Xi Yan cooperated seamlessly. It is said that the harp and flute sing in unison, and Chang'e in the moon palace is lonely and cold. This poem has a beautiful artistic conception, melodious melody, and the sound of the piano seems to be mixed with helplessness and resentment. The Xiao is majestic and complements each other, making everyone listen.
It was so intoxicating.
After the song ended, even Gu Chengyu's heart was filled with excitement, and a feeling of sympathy arose in his heart that he had found a close friend.
Suddenly a poem came to mind, which complemented Xi Yan's music and singing. I put down the purple bamboo flute in my hand, and then mentioned the next poem using the pen and ink on the table.
Liu Fuqing's house is covered with flowers, and it is rare to be able to sing and be reincarnated.
I heard clear sounds in several places in the sky, and I wanted to go around the clouds but not stop them from flying away.
Gu Chengyu's writing was as smooth as flowing water, and his fonts were majestic and majestic, transcending the paper. Zhu Pang was a little surprised by Gu Chengyu's behavior. You must know that Gu Chengyu didn't often write poems. Was this a sudden inspiration?
After Gu Chengyu finished writing, he put down his pen and breathed a sigh of relief. He planned to send this to his close friend.
Only then did everyone come back to their senses from the music of the piano and flute, and then everyone started to praise him one after another.
"I didn't expect that this cipai could sing such a beautiful tune. Miss Xiyan is not only very accomplished in piano skills, but her singing voice is also so beautiful. It really makes people forget to leave."
"Yes, Brother Gu's whistle is also soul-stirring. Listening to this piece of music, it can be said that the lingering sound lingers for three days!"
Lu Chen also didn't expect that the rhythm of this song would be so beautiful as a music score. It was expected that this song would be sung by everyone again. It's a pity that he only listened to it once and didn't make a music score. If there was a music score, how big would it be in the capital?
At poetry and literary gatherings, it can be used as a repertoire to entertain literati.
After all, the lyrics are elegant and completely different from the songs sung in brothels in the past. This is in line with the elegant sentiments of literati!
"Thank you so much, Miss Xiyan, for singing a song with me today. Here is a poem I wrote for Miss Xiyan. I give it to Miss Xiyan as a thank you gift from me." Gu Chengyu finished playing towards the table and was still immersed in it.
Xi Yan thanked her and handed the poem to the turtle slave next to her, asking him to give it to Xi Yan.
This move made all the girls present envious and jealous. Gu Chengyu's poetry talent is obvious to all. Wouldn't it be a blessing to receive a masterpiece from such a talented man? This Xiyan is really lucky. In the past, people would hold her up, but now she can't even do it.
The most famous Mr. Gu in the capital gave him a poem, and the meaning was specifically for Xi Yan. How could they not hate it?
It's a pity that they don't have such looks, nor do they have extraordinary talents.
Xiyan was overjoyed after hearing Gu Chengyu's words. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes staring at Gu Chengyu were full of deep affection, which made everyone present couldn't help but be envious. A song of lyrics captured Xiyan's heart.
, which made many men present feel unhappy.
This scene looks like a man in love with a concubine, a talented man and a beautiful woman, full of a good story. Isn’t this the artistic conception of this song?
But Gu Chengyu didn't think so. If he could no longer see Xi Yan's affection for him, then he would be blind. It was a pity that his feelings for Xi Yan were not male and female, but they just had to meet a close friend and had some sympathy for each other.
Gu Chengyu felt a little regretful when he sent the poem away. However, when he thought about it, he realized that the poem only praised his singing voice and had nothing to do with the thoughts of men and women, so it should not be misunderstood by others.
He has always avoided matters between men and women, and has no intention of admiring anyone. Regarding the future, he can only take it one step at a time.
Seeing that Gu Chengyu didn't respond, Xi Yan felt a little sad. Was it her extravagant hope after all? What about Hua Lian? What did Mr. Gu think of Hua Lian?
Then she laughed self-deprecatingly and bought Hua Lian's first night. What else could she think?
Taking the poem handed over by Turtle Slave, she read it from beginning to end several times, but unfortunately there was no charming thought in it.
Although this poem will bring her reputation to a higher level, unfortunately that's not what she wants now.
Yu Ting was so angry that her nose was crooked. Today she finally saw her true face. Xi Yan was indeed an out-and-out beauty.
It's a pity that the beauty has always looked down upon him, but now she looks at Gu Chengyu in a different light, and even has feelings of admiration. How can this make him not angry?
Some people were jealous of Gu Chengyu for winning her heart, while others liked to tease her.
"Miss Xiyan, I wonder what kind of poem Brother Gu has written! Read it out so that everyone can see it."
Later, some people also echoed it, saying that they wanted to broaden their horizons.
This person didn't have any bad intentions. He just thought that Gu Chengyu and Xi Yan were in love with each other, so he shouted in a narrow voice.
Xi Yan felt a little unhappy in her heart, and she was afraid that she would disappoint everyone when she read it. There was no meaning in the poem that meant a man's love for a concubine.
However, since she asked to read it, Xiyan had no choice but to read it out. Anyway, this poem is open and aboveboard, and there is nothing that cannot be said to others.
Xi Yan read the poem once, and everyone stopped joking after hearing that they were praising Xi Yan's singing voice. Then, everyone praised the last two lines of the poem. They all said that Gu Cheng's poem was inspired by his feelings.
The writing is quite consistent.
"I was really fascinated by what I heard. I didn't expect that this Ci Pai could play such a beautiful tune. Brother Gu can't understand the melody, but how did you compose this tune? I have a merciless request.
I shamelessly ask for this music score so that my friends can also listen to this beautiful music."
As soon as Lu Chen finished listening to it, he wanted the score of this piece. The man said that the lingering sound would linger for three days, which was not an exaggeration at all. He certainly thought so in his heart.
Gu Chengyu quickly shook his head after hearing this. Everyone thought he was unwilling. No one would give such a beautiful piece of music away for free, not to mention that it was a masterpiece that Gu Chengyu had devoted his energy to. From writing the lyrics to composing the music, it was all Gu Chengyu's hard work.