The ethereal and soft voice caught Zhang Ji's attention. He looked sideways and saw that it was Qin Ji wearing an orange dress, holding an exquisite lyre in her arms.
The summer breeze blows gently, bringing a bit of coolness. Her long hair was dancing gently, her makeup was light, her eyes were soft, her long orange skirt was gently lifted by the cool breeze, and an otherworldly fairy spirit came out of Qin Ji's body, which made Zhang Ji think twice. Sideways glance.
"Nong Yu, this is Mr. Zhang Ji."
When Zi Nu saw Nong Yu, she showed a gentle smile on her face and patted the back of her hand gently, "Sister is next door. If anything happens, just call her."
"Remember, never get too curious about a man."
Nong Yu nodded lightly, her cheeks slightly red. Carrying the lyre, she walked to the opposite side of Zhang Ji and faced alone the man she had often heard mentioned by Zi Nu, Han Fei and others.
She naturally knew what Zi Nu's last words that she deliberately lowered her voice meant, but she was just purely curious about Zhang Ji, and did not mix any other emotions.
Anyone who hears a strange name passed into their ears again and again will always be a little curious, especially when this name often appears in the mouths of people in Liusha.
Liusha would often discuss some important matters in Zilanxuan, and Nongyu, as the sister with the best relationship with Zinu, naturally did not need to be on guard. Some small things that needed trustworthy people were also handed over to Zinu. Nongyu, so Nongyu often hears the name Zhang Ji mentioned by people in Liusha.
According to her purple sister, Zhang Ji is a mysterious person. He is like a swamp and you can never see how deep the water is.
In Nongyu's eyes, there may not be many people in this world who are more mysterious than her purple sister, and how many people in this world can be called mysterious in front of her. But since Zi Nu said so, I think this Mr. Zhang Ji might really be a person that even Zi Nu can't see through.
And according to Mr. Han Fei, who took up the post of cheese bandit after solving the ghost soldier robbery case, Zhang Ji might be a great talent.
Nong Yu didn't understand at the time. As a genius who was famous in Korea in the past, Han Fei recognized Zhang Ji as a great talent, why he still used the word "maybe".
Then Nong Yu got some comments about Zhang Ji from Zhang Liang.
"Be wise and protect yourself, but you are a snobbish person."
Nong Yu read the Book of Songs and knew the origin of the phrase "be wise and wise to protect yourself".
"The Book of Songs, Daya, and Hao Min" says: Susuing the king's order, Zhongshan will take charge of it. If the state is not successful, Zhongshan will find out. Since he is clear and wise, he can protect himself. The gangsters work together all day and night to serve one person.
This word is complimentary, meaning that wise people do not participate in things that may endanger themselves, but judging from Zhang Liang's hateful expression, it seems that he is not really praising Zhang Ji. Because the comment that followed was the word "snobbish", which also showed Zhang Liang's contempt for Zhang Ji.
A snob is a person who pursues power. (That’s right, snobbery refers to power and wealth)
Zhang Liang is insinuating that Zhang Ji seems to be wise in protecting himself, but in fact he just feels that the rewards are not rich enough, and is not really wise enough not to participate in these dangerous things.
The same person appeared in the eyes of three people with three evaluations: excellent, bad, and average. This made Nongyu a little curious about this man named Zhang Ji. He wanted to know what kind of man could make everyone in Liusha... Say so much about him.
As for why Nong Yu seems to have forgotten the evaluation of the fourth member of Liusha, it is because in Wei Zhuang's eyes, there are only two types of people in the world.
One is called the Weak, and the other is called Gaine.
Therefore, Wei Zhuang's "weak" evaluation was automatically filtered by Nong Yu.
Nongyu, who was full of curiosity about Zhang Ji, quietly looked at the man in front of him. His somewhat slutty and informal sitting posture reminded him of Han Fei, the Ninth Young Master, and his handsome face also improved his impression in Nongyu's heart.
The light in her beautiful eyes turned, and the pair of clear eyes looked at the other pair of dark eyes. When Nongyu looked at Zhang Ji, Zhang Ji was also looking at the man who had been mixed with quicksand and Ji. A poor woman who lost her best years in a nightless fight.
Nongyu, who had rarely been in such close contact with men, couldn't help but feel a little shy after Zhang Ji looked at each other. A blush appeared on her face, and her heart was beating loudly. She didn't know it was because she was caught by Zhang Ji while peeping. , still shy because she realized that Zhang Ji was also looking at her.
However, she is Zilanxuan's number one Qin Ji after all. Although she had no experience in close contact with men other than Han Fei, Wei Zhuang, and Zhang Liang, Nong Yu quickly began to adjust her condition.
Her white and clean jade hands climbed onto the body of the piano, and the moment she touched the body, Nong Yu seemed to have completed the transformation from a nimble girl to a dignified lady in an instant.
However, Nongyu did not start playing immediately. Instead, he stared at the lyre, with deep sadness in his eyes.
Zhang Ji did not urge him, but quietly looked at Nong Yu who looked sad, and noticed the lyre.
For a violinist, the quality of a piano affects the quality of the music he plays, just like the importance of a sword to a swordsman.
But the lyre Nongyu brought was a broken one, with a deep sword mark on it and a black ink spot remaining on the body. However, those were not ink dots. Zhang Ji smelled a faint smell of blood. They were black dots formed by blood condensation, which severely damaged the beauty of the piano.
Such a damaged and repaired lyre would have some impact on the performance, but Nongyu still chose this lyre.
Nongyu closed her eyes and brushed her hand over the seven strings. Her fingertips were gentle and slightly forceful, as if she was feeling the cold feeling that touched her soul.
This piano uses a century-old paulownia wood as the body and is made of silk vibrating strings. It was a gift given to her by Zi Nu when she first learned the piano. It is her favorite piano.
Her hand brushed the blood from the sword marks on Qin's body, and there was a faint glimmer of light in the corner of her eyes.
She used this piano not just for fun.
What's more, because it is stained with the blood of the good sisters she spent day and night with, there remains the last trace of a sister named Hong Yu who will be gradually forgotten by the world in this cruel world.
"call."
Nong Yutan opened her mouth slightly, exhaled softly, and smiled faintly at Zhang Ji, as if to tell him that she was ready.
Ten slender fingers climbed onto the lyre. When her hands were pressed on the strings, her heart would become very peaceful no matter what the situation was.
Nongyu's breath gradually stabilized, and her pair of starry eyes slowly closed. A familiar piece of music appeared in her mind, Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu, and the beating notes shuttled through the weak but extremely strong fingertips. She felt the cool breeze blowing on her face and breathed slowly.
Suddenly, with a strong movement of his fingers, the sound of the piano suddenly came out of the clouds, like a huge wave that shook the sky, blowing away the floating clouds and mists in the sky, and shocked Zhang Ji's heart.
The sound of the piano seemed to have a magical power, making his soul seem to be purified by the sound. It was no longer filled with all kinds of desires, but was calmer than ever before. His empty soul was like a calm lake without ripples.
The sound of the piano stopped suddenly, and the huge wave that seemed to submerge the entire Xinzheng City instantly dissipated, but Zhang Ji's eyes became a little hollow and dull.
When he came back to his senses, Nongyu's slender fingers began to dance on the strings again, and beautiful melodies came out one after another. The sound reached his ears, like a mountain spring pouring down in a deep mountain valley, ethereal and full of sincerity. , as if telling the joy of traveling with friends.
Suddenly, that fair and pretty face revealed a tranquility and calmness as if it were isolated from the world. The music of the piano filled the whole room. Zhang Ji removed his guard and allowed himself to be immersed in the illusion created by Nong Yu using the music of the piano. middle.
In front of him was a forest, with green grass and snow-white dandelions everywhere in front of him. The breeze came in and blew away the dandelion corolla, lingering and drifting towards him.
Zhang Ji walked slowly to the edge of the lake, sleeping on the calm water until he stared at the green mountains. Where the water and the sky met, an egret fluttered past, creating layers of continuous ripples.
This beautiful scenery makes people unconsciously empty their hearts, but it also makes people feel a sense of loss.
In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, he was the only one standing against the wind. As he admired the beautiful scenery, he could not help but feel a sense of loneliness in his heart.
Zhang Ji recalled how when he first came to this world, he felt so lonely that he was clearly in the world but couldn't find anyone like him...
The sound of the piano slowly stopped, and everything returned to calm.
Zhang Ji reached out and brushed the corners of his eyes, but still a beat later, a crystal teardrop fell silently.
"Sending mayflies to heaven and earth, a drop in the ocean. I mourn the brief moment of my life, and envy the infinite Yangtze River." Zhang Ji's voice was a little hoarse, and he sighed quietly, ""Tears of Pearls in the Ocean" is indeed as its name suggests."
"The music is sad and sad, but also full of warmth. It seems to contain a lot of sad past events. There is also a lot of sadness in the heart of the girl who doesn't want to be fooled."
Hearing Zhang Ji's words, Nongyu's hand subconsciously held the red jade on his belt. The look of sadness on his face became more intense. He bit his lips and said, "Mr. Mingjian, Nongyu has learned it since he was a child. When playing the harp, it is inevitable that something will come to your mind..."
Zhang Ji looked at Nongyu with reddish eyes, took out a silk scarf from his arms, and gently wiped away the crystal tears from the corners of Nongyu's eyes.
The soft and smooth silk scarf brushed the corners of Nongyu's eyes. Nongyu suddenly realized that Zhang Ji's movements seemed a bit frivolous. She exclaimed and tried to avoid Zhang Ji's hand, but found that Zhang Ji had already wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. , the shy blush once again climbed onto that white, clean and delicate face.
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PS: I’m very lucky. The recommendation has been promoted. The second round of recommendation will start at 0:00 on Sunday, and the number of follow-up readings has reached 1,000. This is all the credit of the readers. The author is infected with the new coronavirus and the updates are unstable and the code wording is unstable. Even though the quality is mediocre, I still persist in reading it, which really moved the author.
Therefore, in order to thank everyone, I have added another update and maintained the 6,000-word update today.
I hope that everyone can continue to persevere and help this humble author to continue to be promoted to next week’s recommendation, and the author will continue to add updates by then.
