The melody that was familiar to Xia Shang seemed unfamiliar and strange to me for the first time.
But one thing is undeniable. This novel melody is very beautiful and pleasant. It sounds simple, but it has an indescribable softness. This is different from all the music I have heard in the first place. I have never even thought about such a sound or such a sound.
The lyrics can be combined together.
After listening to the young master singing a song, I couldn't hide my excitement at the first sight, so I opened my mouth and asked: "Young Master, where did you hear this strange song?"
"Strange?" Xia Shang did not expect to receive such a comment, "Where does it come from?"
"Unheard of, but very wonderful. Could it be that this is the same as "A Dream of Red Mansions", created by the young master?" When I first saw it, my bright eyes flashed, full of admiration.
Xia Shang thought for a while: "If "Dream of Red Mansions" was created by me, this song "Blue and White Porcelain" can also be regarded as created by me."
"Young master is truly a genius of all ages, unprecedented and unprecedented."
Xia Shang rubbed his nose and felt a little embarrassed: "It's not as powerful as you said."
When we first met, he was serious: "In Xiaoruo's heart, the young master is really an omnipotent genius. Both "A Dream of Red Mansions" and "Blue and White Porcelain" are masterpieces that are rare in the ages."
"This is indeed because you think highly of me. "Dream of Red Mansions" is indeed a famous song through the ages, but "Blue and White Porcelain" is difficult to compare with it. But according to my guess, if you can sing "Blue and White Porcelain" well, its popularity is uncertain.
It will surpass "Dream of Red Mansions"."
"Really?" Ruo Ruo was a little skeptical when he first saw it, because "A Dream of Red Mansions" has become a novel that is well-known to young people all over the world.
It is really unimaginable to surpass "Dream of Red Mansions".
Only Xia Shang is confident: "It should be possible. It's not that "Blue and White Porcelain" is better than "Dream of Red Mansions", but that "Blue and White Porcelain" is something new that is different from all contemporary styles, lyrics and music. New things can often give people
The refreshing feeling always amazes the world. The simple melody and catchy words surpass all contemporary lyrics in terms of spreadability. So you have to take it seriously. When this piece of music comes out of your mouth, it will spread
The farther you go, the greater your influence will be, and the more famous you will be. As long as you are famous, I have hundreds of ways to make you count your money until you are weak, without sacrificing your appearance at all."
"Can you make money without sacrificing your appearance?" I heard this at first, but the words came from the young master's mouth and he was convinced. He quickly nodded seriously, "Well, in these ten days, Xiao Ruoding will live up to his expectations.
The prince hopes."
Learning a piece of music in ten days was the last step designed by Xia Shang for Chu Jian.
As for Xia Shang himself, he had more important things to do.
The magic pen that he carries with him has not all been returned to its place, and it is indeed of no use to Xia Shang. On the contrary, the White Sect and the Red Flower Society have been eyeing this magic pen, so this hot potato must be sent out as early as possible.
Otherwise, more trouble will come to you.
Xia Shang considered sending people directly to the disaster area where the general was located, but this method was risky, and simply sending it away might fall into the hands of thieves.
I returned to Heroes Village, locked myself in a room, found a calligraphy pen, took out my magic pen and tried to write a few words.
This pen is indeed different from ordinary brushes. Generally speaking, the tip of the brush is soft, but the nose of this pen is slightly elastic, which makes the hand feel a little cramped when writing. However, the writing tip and font are different, and it has a different charm.
If used as calligraphy, this pen can actually write a document that is different from the current pen and ink, but what does this have to do with gods and gods? Where do those illusory legends come from?
Xia Shang was in a daze when the door to his room was suddenly kicked open.
Xia Shang was startled and quickly put away his pen.
When he looked again, he found that it was his sister Xia Xinyi.
"Sister, why are you doing this?"
Xia Xinyi was still wearing the intimate clothes in the back room, holding a fire stick in his hand and looking down at the ground.
"Brother, did you see that?"
Xia Shang was confused: "What did you see?"
"A mouse! I chased it all the way until it got into your house."
"Rat?" Xia Shang was speechless, "Is it just a mouse that makes such a big fuss?"
Xia Xinyi was very serious: "You don't know, the rats have been rampant recently. They stole dozens of kilograms of our rice, and my subordinates and I were beating them and used many methods to catch them. We caught more than a dozen, but none
I can’t catch them all. I don’t know why? There have been too many rats recently, which is annoying. Don’t just sit there and look around the room. I watched them sneak in.”
Seeing that his sister was so attentive, Xia Shang did not interrupt. He got up and cooperated with his sister in the room, and finally caught the mouse.
Before he knew it, Xia Xinyi was so tired that he was sweating profusely. He grabbed the mouse's tail and said with a cheerful expression: "This can be considered as a disaster has been solved."
Xia Shang was a little surprised that Xia Xinyi could hold the mouse in his hand as if nothing happened...
After thinking about it, Xia Shang felt a little guilty again, wondering how long it had been and still had the time to take care of such trivial matters.
However, when Xia Shang glanced at the mouse in Xia Xinyi's hand and then looked at the pen and ink written on his desk, he suddenly felt inspired.
"Are there any more dead rats?"
Xia Xinyi was stunned: "What?"
"Didn't you say that there were many mice in the house? Are there any more?"
"Why keep those? They are useless things. Just throw them away after you beat them."
"Don't throw away the rest, keep them for me."
"Ah?" Xia Xinyi looked confused, wondering why his brother wanted to kill the mouse? But he didn't ask any more questions, nodded and left the mouse.
…
Time passes day by day, but there is an uneasiness brewing under the seemingly peaceful life.
After the battle in the heavy rain a few days ago, Luo Huajin was seriously injured due to his carelessness. Xian'er took his master to recuperate quietly in an empty abandoned house. Now he is finally getting better and is gradually gaining consciousness.
, and slowly resumed action, but it will take time to fully recover.
In all these years, Luo Huajin has never suffered such an injury, which almost killed her.
The most important thing among them is the poison on the arrow. Even though he has recovered a lot, the wound and heart pulse are still aching.
In the dark room, the old ceramic jar was thrown to the ground.
Xian'er, who was boiling medicine outside the house, hurriedly came in to see: "Master... why are you up?"
"Damn little thief, when my injury gets better, I will make his life worse than death!"
Xian'er furrowed her brows secretly and said nothing. She just sent the medicine bowl to the master: "Master, it's time to drink the medicine."
"It takes so many days to recuperate a little poison, and there are such vicious little thieves in the world! I, the jade-faced fox, cannot wait even a day for this revenge!" (To be continued)