Qiao Si had never heard such a low tone from him before, and saw that his eyes seemed to be obscured by mist, a little blurry and hazy, with a hint of sadness.
"Can I... take a look?" Qiao Si asked tentatively.
"certainly."
After getting his permission, Qiao Si took out a scroll from the bamboo box and slowly unfolded it. When she saw the painting on it clearly, her hand trembled slightly, and her finally calm heart trembled again.
The content of this painting was not unfamiliar to her at all. It was the aqua blue dress she had chosen at the Monarca bridal shop two months ago. She remembered that when she attended the banquet that night, she asked Wang Shuheng if this dress was the right one.
Designed by him himself? He didn't deny it at first.
"This is the dress I designed for you on the night of the banquet. If you look carefully, it should not be difficult to find that there are big problems with this painting." Wang Shuheng's tone was still low.
Qiao Si, however, had no intention of appreciating the painting. He quickly rolled it up and put it back in the bamboo box. He looked a little evasive and did not dare to visit Shu Heng again. "My talent in calligraphy and painting is not high, and it is far from yours."
level, not to mention that fashion design is already broad and profound, so don’t be too modest.”
"Ha," Wang Shuheng smiled bitterly, "Qiao Si, you don't understand."
Qiao Si didn't want to understand anything at this time. As he walked towards the next screen, he asked casually, "You like painting very much?"
"Yes, I like it very much. This kind of love is just like your father's love for history. The reason why I went to Paris was entirely to enter the Paris Academy of Fine Arts. During the years of living in Paris, although I left my hometown and was separated from my relatives,
, but it feels so wonderful to be able to do what I like. Unfortunately, I have regrets after all..."
Qiao Si was a little surprised, "Even if you have inherited the family business now, you can still continue painting when you have free time. Why do you have regrets?"
"Ninety percent of the paintings you see now were actually painted in the past. In the past five years, I have completed only a handful of works. Even this dress took nearly two months to complete.
Completed."
"Why?" Qiao Si asked subconsciously.
Wang Shuheng did not answer her, but asked, "Qiao Si, can you play the piano?"
Qiao Si blinked again and saw the last space in the room. This space was quite the same size as Mr. Wang's bedroom, but it only contained a low stool and a guqin.
"Firwood Luoxia Qin!" Qiao Si blurted out, "This is a five-stringed guqin."
"I know you must know how to play the piano." Wang Shuheng said with a smile, "Would you like to play it? But this piano only has five strings."
Qiao Si nodded, walked to the piano and sat down. While stroking the strings, he replied, "Although the five-stringed qin is rare nowadays, I have a collection of it at home. And when I first learned the piano, I used it as a five-stringed qin."
I learned it with four strings, and later changed to seven strings."
After saying that, Qiao Si moved his fingers slightly and gently plucked the strings, and an elegant and ethereal piano sound sounded, which was particularly pleasant to the ears.
"It is indeed a good piano!" Qiao Si couldn't help but admire, "You must have kept this piano in your family for a long time?"
"This piano does not belong to Wang's family, but is my mother's wedding gift. Although I don't understand piano, I know that my mother cherishes this piano very much." Wang Shuheng sat on the floor opposite Qiao Si and took off his usual clothes.
All the arrogance, seriousness, indifference and strength in her were just looking at her quietly.
Wang Shuheng rarely showed his tough and cold side in front of Qiao Si, but now he appeared softer, but even if he was sitting on the ground, his innate sense of nobility was still hard to ignore.
Both of them were silent. Qiao Si had already plucked the strings, and strings of piano sounds flowed out, echoing throughout the world. What she was playing was the last four sections of the ancient famous song "Plum Blossom Three Lanes", which flowed out from her fingertips. The notes are profound and elegant, perfectly presenting the will of plum blossoms that are not afraid of the frost and sway in the wind.
This song "Three Plum Blossoms" is a required piece for the 8th-level Guqin exam. In the past, Qiao Si practiced it countless times for the exam and listened to this piece countless times. But today, the tune composed by this five-stringed qin is , but the timbre is slightly different from usual, appearing more ethereal and profound.
At the end of the song, there was a lingering sound, and Qiao Si couldn't help but praise again, "It's really a good piano. This is definitely the best-sounding banjo I have ever encountered!"
"The ten fingers have no final sound, and Gong Zhengyu is upside down. When the guests heard this sound, their body and soul seemed to have no owner." Wang Shuheng was also full of admiration, "In the past, I only thought Bai Juyi was too exaggerated, but I just heard your song " "Plum Blossoms", I instantly realized what it means to be "without a master". Qiao Si, after my parents passed away, this piano has never played again. Thank you for giving it a new life."
Qiao Si smiled, nodded slightly, and said with a smile, "I haven't played the piano well for a long time. Over the years, I have rarely met people who are willing to listen to me playing the piano seriously. Most people either don't understand the guqin or don't understand the guqin." Ancient song. Wang Shuheng, I also want to thank you."
The two looked at each other and smiled, and something strange arose in Qiao Si's heart, which made her feel numb all over and her brain was a little cloudy. A certain feeling suddenly arose and became stronger and stronger.
She understood what this feeling was...
It's heartbeat.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door, and then Wang Xiaoxiao's voice was heard, "Wang Shuheng, Qiao Si, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you! But there is someone at home, you should come out first. !”
Qiao Si stood up quickly, took a deep breath, looked at Shu Heng and said, "Since you have guests at home, it's time for me to go back."
Wang Shuheng also stood up, but he was not as uncomfortable as Qiao Si, "Let's go down and take a look."
Qiao Si followed Wang Shuheng towards the door. When she passed by the table with pens, ink, paper and inkstones, she no longer dared to look at it.
She was only afraid that if she took one more look, she would abandon her armor and completely fall into despair.
The two left quickly. This huge room was still filled with fragrance, white smoke, countless books preserved from the past, and the Luoxia Qin made of old fir wood. It was still quiet and peaceful here. The sunlight passed through the window and fell on the table.
The curls of cigarette smoke are rising, and their shadows are reflected on the rice paper, reflected in the poem.