Run'er and Zongzhi were sitting on either side of a konghou, one on the left and one on the right. The konghou was in the shape of a dragon and a phoenix, with golden green algae. It looked like a precious object. Seeing Chen Caozhi come in, Run'er's long eyelashes suddenly
Fanning, he said awkwardly: "Have you disturbed Uncle Chou?"
Chen Caozhi smiled and said, "It's okay. Let me see if Run'er can play the harp."
Run'er shook his head and said: "Run'er doesn't know how to play, but Run'er's mother can play - I'm going to see my mother in a few days. Run'er is so happy."
Zong Zhidao: "I don't want to go, mother doesn't want us anymore."
Chen Caozhi raised his eyebrows and asked, "Zongzhi, why do you say that?"
Zongzhi hesitated for a moment and finally said: "My sixth uncle and several cousins all said so, and they also made fun of me for not having parents."
Zongzhi always calls himself "I" when he speaks, unlike Run'er who calls himself "Run'er" coquettishly and is a bit taciturn. It seems that this eight-year-old boy has suffered a lot of psychological damage due to his father's early death and his mother's distance.
Chen Caozhi stroked his nephew's head and said in a slow voice: "Zongzhi, Run'er, my grandmother and uncle love you very much, and your mother also loves you very much. It's not her fault that she can't be with you.
I miss you very much and want to come back.”
"Whose fault is it?" Zongzhi and Run'er asked in unison, and Zongzhi added: "It's someone from the Ding family, right?"
Chen Caozhi didn't want Zongzhi and Run'er to hate each other at a young age, and said: "You can't blame all the people in the Ding family. Who should be blamed? You will have to wait until you grow up to understand this -"
"How big will it be?" Run'er blinked her big eyes and asked, "Is it as big as Uncle Chou?"
Chen Caozhi smiled slightly: "Well, it's almost the same. You will understand it when you are Uncle Chou's age. Let me ask you, do you believe what Uncle Chou said?"
"Letter!" the lovable pair of nieces and nephews said in unison.
Chen Cao said: "Then Uncle Chou promises you that this year or next year, he will definitely find a way to bring your mother back to our Chenjiawu, and live happily with Zongzhi and Run'er."
"Okay, okay!" The two little faces flushed with excitement, as bright as hibiscus flowers.
Only then did Chen Caozhi take a closer look at the furnishings in the study room. The reed mats on the tables were simple and elegant, and no other musical instruments were seen except this harp. Looking around, he saw a slender cloth bag hanging on the north wall, and then
He went to pick it off, untied the bundle, and what he pulled out from the bag was a purple bamboo flute. He couldn't help but be overjoyed. In his previous life, the bamboo flute was a good companion on his journey. He only knew two musical instruments - the flute and the flute. Since then, he has learned
After playing Xiao, he no longer likes to play the flute. He likes the tranquility and elegance of the Dongxiao. Most of the Dongxiao songs are lonely and slightly sentimental.
"Uncle Chou, can you play this recorder?" Run'er asked. In the Jin Dynasty, there was no name for the dongxiao, and it was only called a recorder.
Zongzhi became a little more lively, and replied on behalf of his uncle: "Uncle Chou will definitely know it. I think Uncle Chou has been very good recently. He can hold chopsticks so flexibly in his right hand. He can also write different fonts with both hands. He also climbs mountains every day. He must be able to play the recorder."
Got it."
Zongzhi actually used the word "superior" as a compliment, which made Chen Caozhi dumbfounded and thought: "Am I not low-key enough? Calligraphy must be practiced. These two little guys are very thoughtful and good at observation.
But it doesn’t matter, we are all from my own family, and I don’t have any particularly superb talents to hide. My only advantage is my willingness to learn.”
Chen Caozhi stroked the smooth and moist hole flute with his right index finger and said to the two clever little guys: "I can play a little bit. Let's take it back to the bedroom to practice first."
At night, Chen Caozhi tried to play this purple bamboo flute. The flute in the Wei and Jin Dynasties was almost the same as the flute that Chen Caozhi was familiar with in later generations. It had six holes, five in the front and one in the back. He quickly got started and blew a short tune.
, I feel very happy.
Like calligraphy, Jin people also love music, and have left behind legends throughout the ages. The famous scholar Liu Kun defended Bingzhou alone, and an army of 50,000 Xiongnu surrounded the city of Bingzhou. On the night of the full moon, Liu Kun, a famous general and scholar, wore white clothes.
Shengxue climbed up to the tall tower alone, first looked up to the sky and screamed, chanted in a low voice, and then played the flute (some say it is a cave flute). The flute sound was sad and mournful, as if crying, and tens of thousands of Xiongnu soldiers outside the city did not raise their swords or guns.
There was total silence, and the infectious power of the music made these bloodthirsty Hu soldiers whimper and become homesick. A miracle happened. Tens of thousands of Hu soldiers were relieved and left overnight——
The style of the Wei and Jin Dynasties is not just empty and useless talk, but also has its strong artistic charm. Therefore, Chen Caozhi must be proficient in one or two instruments. Other instruments are too difficult to learn. He has a foundation in the dongxiao, and the young man's fingers are slender and he is born with it.
Used to press the flute hole.
The purple bamboo flute was beside his pillow. Chen Caozhi fell into a deep sleep, playing the flute until dawn. He woke up when he heard Zongzhi and Runer knocking on the door. He looked out the window and saw that the sky was dim.
"Uncle Chou, it's not raining today, let's go hiking."
Chen Caozhi shook his head and smiled, "Don't make promises to children easily, they will stare at you."
Amid his mother's warning, Chen Caozhi led Zongzhi and Run'er out of the Wubao gate, and Laide naturally followed.
The air is particularly fresh in the morning, the mountains and forests are green, the flowers and leaves are fragrant, and you can feel the faint greenness breathing in when you breathe.
Because he had little Run'er with him, Chen Caozhi slowly went up the mountain, picking mountain flowers and putting them into colorful bouquets for Run'er to play with. Zongzhi and Run'er had never been to the top of Jiu Yao Mountain, and the journey was very fresh and full of interest.
They walked by themselves, and Chen Caozhi and Chen Caozhi helped guide the dangerous places. Neither of them felt tired.
Run'er saw the slender cloth bag in Chen Caozhi's hand and asked, "Uncle Chou, you brought the recorder with you too? Are you going to play it on the mountain?"
Zong Zhidao: "Uncle Chou, Run'er and I heard you playing the recorder at night, but grandma said she didn't hear it."
Chen Caozhi said: "Grandma is old and her ears are not working well. By the way, two little things, don't tell grandma that I can play the recorder, do you hear me?"
Runer rushed to agree.
Because Run'er walked slowly, when the four of them reached the top of the mountain, a red sun had already jumped over the east mountain. They looked at the West Lake in the distance. The water was dense and the peaks around the lake were looming. It was the first time for Zongzhi and Run'er to climb up and look like this.
Yuan was very happy, chatting and laughing like a tit.
Chen Caozhi asked Lai De to take care of Zongzhi and Run'er. He sat on a rock, took out his purple bamboo flute, smacked his lips to try out the sound, and then played a short song "Blue Jian Flowing Spring"——
The peaks are silent, the lake in the distance is silent, a wisp of flute sound rises due to the wind, and the soft and elegant music flows slowly, sometimes with a short circle, as if the mountain stream meets the rocks and winds around, and then continues to gurgling -
Although Zongzhi and Runer were young, they also thought the sound of the flute was really nice. They sat next to Chen Caozhi, one on the left and the other on the right. They held their chins with one hand and tilted their heads to look at Chen Caozhi who was playing the flute. They listened quietly.
at every turn.
After the song ended, the pair were still immersed in the wonderful music. After a while, they finally said, "Uncle Chou, I also want to learn to play the recorder."
Run'er also shouted that she wanted to learn.
Chen Cao said: "The children of the Chen family in Xilou must learn music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Some of them I can teach you, and some of them wait for your mother to come back to teach you. This Dongxiao - I like to call the recorder Dongxiao. You are too young.
It will take several years to learn how to breathe unevenly."
With a look of admiration on her face, Run'er said sweetly: "Uncle Chou, you play so well. Run'er still wants to hear it."
In this way, Chen Caozhi played several pieces of music in succession until his mouth was dry and his head was dizzy. This morning, the uncle, nephew, and Lai De were all in a happy mood.
When going down the mountain, Run'er couldn't walk anymore, so she asked Lai De to carry her. Run'er remembered that she said yesterday that she would never let anyone carry her, and she felt a little embarrassed. She tilted her head and didn't dare to look at her brother, thinking in her heart: "Run'er is not talking about words."
But without faith, Run'er really can't walk."
As for Zongzhi, he only smiled at Chen Caozhi, who was holding his hand, and did not expose Runer's shortcomings. He was very magnanimous as an elder brother.
In front of the gate of Wubao, Chen Caozhi met the daughter that his fourth uncle married to Shangyu County. She was the seventh sister that Chen's mother Li mentioned yesterday. Next to the seventh sister, there was a thirteen- or four-year-old girl with very beautiful eyes.
He looked at Chen Caozhi brightly.
The seventh sister only said hello to Chen Caozhi and touched Run'er's little face. She didn't say much, nor did she introduce the strange girl next to her.
Chen Caozhi saluted the seventh sister and exchanged greetings. Then he put a smile on the strange girl's face, nodded slightly in greeting, and took Zongzhi and Run'er upstairs.
The seventh sister looked at Chen Cao's tall and graceful figure like a jade tree, and proudly said to the young girl beside her: "Wan Qing, have you seen that my cousin is very handsome? He is called Jiangzuo Weijie, and I am only one month old."
No, I found that he is more free and easy-"
The bright eyes of the girl named Wan Qing suddenly dimmed. Chen Caozhi's faint glance and faint smile just now made her feel ashamed for no reason. She felt that this boy was far away from her and she could never get close.
Feeling depressed, he said softly: "Sister-in-law, let's go back. I, I have a headache."
…
Chen Caozhi didn't know that the seventh sister had come to see him with her sister-in-law, so he didn't care. He washed his hands and face, and took Zongzhi and Runer up to the third floor. Chen's mother, Mrs. Li, was coming from "Heming"
"Tang" came out and kindly greeted a pair of grandchildren.
Run'er's first sentence was: "Grandma, Uncle Chou doesn't play the recorder. Oh, he plays the flute. Uncle Chou doesn't play the flute."
This is really three hundred taels of silver here. When Chen’s mother, Mrs. Li, asked, “Has your ugly uncle gone to the mountain to play the flute?” The two good children nodded in unison and said, “Yes.”
Chen Caozhi saw his mother looking at him with a smile, and he wanted to laugh in his heart, and said: "Mom, the child is learning to play the recorder, and he finally made a sound."
Chen's mother, Mrs. Li, said: "This recorder was given to your brother by your sister-in-law. Your brother doesn't know how to play the recorder, but he learned it from Youwei. Since you like the recorder, when you go back to Ding Mansion, you should play it well."
