Yingping looked around, cleverly avoiding everyone's eyes. When he reached the top floor, it was difficult to hear the noise below, and instead he felt a sense of elegance and tranquility. He walked slowly and cautiously down the corridor. It was so quiet here that he had to step lightly.
As he walked, a crossroads appeared in the corridor in front of him. Yingping walked forward without thinking much, but when half of his body was at the crossroads, he quickly retracted his body like a mouse seeing a cat. And his back was pressed against the wall motionless——
The reason why Yingping reacted so fiercely was because out of the corner of his eye he saw the door of a room at the end of the corridor on the left open. This was the private place of Lan Qiufang. He, a grown man, suddenly appeared here. will be questioned.
He leaned against the wall and waited for a short while. After Yingping was sure that no one had noticed him, he turned around and stuck his head around the corner. Only then did he realize that there was no one in the room with the open door. He closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, but when he opened them immediately, he seemed to have discovered something - he identified the direction, and it seemed that the room with the open door...
Is it the boudoir of Zhi Tang?
Yingping's heartbeat accelerated in vain. He took a deep breath, straightened his appearance, turned around and walked towards the room.
When he came to the door, Yingping stopped and saw that the room was brightly lit, but the main hall was empty. A bead curtain separated the back room from the main hall. The bead curtain is relatively dense, making it difficult to see clearly into the inner room from outside the door.
"Miss Zhitang?"
Yingping tried in a low voice, but the response he got was still extremely quiet. Then, he knocked on the door again, but there was still no movement in the back room.
Yingping hesitated. He stood outside the threshold and hesitated to take a step forward.
In the past, no matter how locked the house of Master and Third Uncle was, he could sneak in, but now he was afraid of the open door?
Ying Ping smiled slightly as if he was mocking himself. He pretended to be calm and relaxed, and then he looked around aimlessly at everything in the room.
While Yingping was looking around, something caught his eye in the corner of the main hall. He turned around and saw a piano lying quietly on the shelf.
At this moment, a familiar yet distant voice echoed in my heart, so kind yet so distant... Somehow, the figure of Eighth Master Uncle suddenly appeared in front of me...
Yes, how is Yuyin doing now? Is he okay over there? A rough calculation showed that the sweet sound of the piano had not been heard for six years.
With this memory, the morning at Shanmen flashed through my mind. Qilang's figure sweeping the floor and the unknown strange patterns in his writing, the crisp and pungent smell of burning leaves, Ji Yang and his small medicine basket, Those flowers and plants carefully cultivated by Zichun...
How wonderful would it be if we were still in the mountains now and if everyone was still here?
Perhaps out of recollection of the peaceful days of the past, or perhaps out of yearning for the lingering sounds, Yingping unexpectedly stepped into the room and walked towards the corner.
Yingping walked straight to the guqin, and after a brief gaze, he stretched out his hand and patted the guqin gently, as if he met a close friend he hadn't seen for a long time on the road. Among these uncles, except for Ye Changshan, Yuyin is about the same age as him. Therefore, when they lived in the compound, Yuyin and he had the least generation gap. On weekdays, the two of them often held hands and laughed, and besides, they were very fond of music. Yingping is also extremely talented - it can be said that among all the people in the compound, Yingping is the one who can best understand the lingering sounds and the sound of the piano. Therefore, after Yingping started playing, Yuyin's enthusiasm for playing became even higher - he learned to know the wonderful songs and talked about the piano until dawn. Life was so unhappy that Nian Yuyin's sudden departure actually made Yingping sad for a long time.
Those familiar melodies, those melodious sounds of the piano...
Looking at the guqin, Yingping sat down unconsciously. He gently stroked the strings, and a familiar feeling passed through his fingers and hit his heart.
If I play the harp again now, who will be listening?
An inexplicable feeling of loneliness filled his heart. Under the control of this feeling, Yingping forgot who he was, where he was, and what he was doing here...
His fingers suddenly plucked on the quiet strings, and a startling sound rang out, penetrating the entire corridor...
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Zhi Tang was leaning on the dressing table with her head on her hands, and she fell asleep in a daze.
She had not rested for several days, because the music and dance in the workshop depended on her alone, and there had been no new tricks for several months.
Originally, for a place like Lan Qiufang, just make up some random dances and songs. Anyway, those men came here to have fun. However, she knew that Tang was striving to improve her dance. In her opinion, it would be worse if she just made up some random dances. No choreography, and the dances she dances are all inspired by music, so she has very high requirements for music. She can be said to be picky. Even if there is a trace of noise or disharmony in the music, she will directly deny it. So the musicians were changed again and again, but she couldn't find one that suited her. If this continued, the guests would go elsewhere without the freshness. Faced with this situation, although the Dadong family did not express it explicitly, one could feel the Dadong family's dissatisfaction from Tao Niang's words and demeanor. Under the double pressure from himself and the outside world, Zhi Tang had been extremely irritable in recent days.
She tossed and turned these past few nights, unable to sleep, and all her thoughts were between the strings. Only then did I realize that Tang came in just to freshen up, but he didn't expect to feel sleepy while sitting at the table. In the chaos, she seemed to hear someone calling her name, but because she was so sleepy, she fell asleep in a daze.
At this moment, the sound of a piano suddenly woke her up. She raised her head suddenly, and all her sleepiness disappeared in an instant——
Who is playing her piano? Zhidang couldn't help but frown, and there was an inexplicable anger in his heart.
Zhi Tang is very familiar with the sound of her piano. Even without seeing it with her own eyes, she knows that the sound comes from her piano. But just like her pursuit of pure music, Zhi Tang also has a 'clean fetish' for her piano——
That means no one is allowed to touch her piano, even if it's just someone standing next to her piano!
Therefore, Zhi Tang was very annoyed at this time. Who was so rude? Could it be that the violinist who plucked her strings without permission was the one who came today?
Zhidang stood up and was about to walk out to stop the man, but the next moment she stopped. She stretched her hand in the air and wanted to lift the curtain, but at this moment, she suddenly felt like she was under some kind of magic. He usually froze there, with a sullen expression flashing a glimmer of light, as if he was attracted by something——
A melodious sound of the piano came from the main hall, as clear as lake water and as smooth as silk.
The sound of the piano is so special that people can’t bear to interrupt it!
Zhidang slowly put down his hand and leaned forward unconsciously. Even though she knew that this person was playing her piano, she silently endured this behavior for the first time.
The sound of the piano is continuously transmitted from the hall. If you listen carefully, there is a strong longing in the sound of the piano. This longing may be for a close friend or a lover, and the listener is also moved by it. Unconsciously recalling the homeland away from others makes people feel like they are crying.
Just when Zhitang was immersed in the longing for the sound of the piano, the sound of the piano suddenly rose slightly, sweeping away the previous gloom and replacing it with a kind of relief, like an old man who is used to watching sunsets and sunrises, and the ebb and flow of the tide. It's just the loneliness and nostalgia hidden deep under the music that makes people sigh.
Zhidang's mood rose and fell with the sound of the piano. Recalling his past, his hometown seemed so far away, and he had long since sealed that heart away. His parents' appearance had long been forgotten. Over the years, there was not even a single worthy person around him. She has no one to talk to. She herself is a mortal woman, accustomed to casual sex and simple love between men and women. The word 'missing' seems to never exist for her——
Perhaps she is not qualified, because she knows very well about her future. The reason why she is so well protected by Lan Qiufang is entirely because the big boss regards her as an extremely precious pearl. If it is contaminated with a little dust, Or if there is a slight crack, the value of this pearl will be greatly reduced... But since I am treasured as a treasure, one day I will be given to others and become someone else's forbidden treasure.
Why doesn't she long for beautiful things?
But those are just fleeting thoughts, and they only make her briefly trapped in them during festivals or when she is lonely after the hustle and bustle. But to her, these ethereal things are like the moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror. Just like extravagant hope...
Missing...who have I missed? Who should I miss?
"Who are you!?"
A girl's questioning voice suddenly came, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.
...
Yingping was playing the music selflessly, and suddenly a woman's questioning voice came from behind him. Yingping was frightened, and then his whole body was frozen there, neither moving nor moving. He mustered up the courage to slowly turn around and saw a little girl standing at the top of the stairs, looking like a maid. Seeing that it was not Zhi Tang, Ying Ping's nervous heart calmed down a little.
"I'm asking you a question! Who are you? How do you know where Miss Tang is?" the little girl still asked sharply.
It seems that Zhi Tang's status in the family is indeed quite special. As a mortal woman, she has a maid to accompany her, Ying Ping thought in his mind. Hmm... I have to think of a reason to deal with this little girl. Seeing the wary look on her face, she might think that I am a lustful prostitute.
Just as Yingping was racking his brains, the little girl suddenly seemed to react and shouted angrily: "You...you...how could you touch the lady's piano! You must let the lady know! Don't scold her." Kill me!"
Yingping quickly took his hand away from the piano and immediately stood up to leave his seat.
Zhidang won't let others touch her piano? If the little girl catches him and brings him to Zhitang to complain, that will be the end of it!
Just when Yingping was about to find an opportunity to leave, the little girl suddenly asked in a doubtful voice: "Are you... mute?"
