He never expected that Xie Daoyun in this world would actually compose exactly the same poem as the talented woman with the same name in the previous life. For a moment, he felt like Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng.
What is the connection between this world and the previous life? What is the relationship between this Xie Daoyun and the Xie Daoyun in his own world?
He thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what was going on, so he simply stopped thinking about it. As the saying goes, if you have wine now, you will get drunk now, at least there are living people in front of you, so why worry about it.
"Brother Zu, am I not very good at what I said?" Seeing that he didn't speak for a while, Xie Daoyun asked cautiously.
Xie Xiu was a little unhappy. Normally, her sister was so confident in this aspect, but now when facing Zu An, she doubted her ability first, so he said, "My sister's words are much better than mine."
Xie Daoyun snorted: "Who can compare with you?"
Xie Xiu: "..."
I felt like I was hit by a critical hit, and it turned out to be my sister.
Zu An came back to his senses: "Dao Yun is so humble. This is a very good sentence. I just happen to have a poem here for you."
"Give it to me?" Xie Daoyun's cheeks were slightly warm, and his heartbeat was still full of anticipation, "I'm all ears."
Zu An looked at her demure face and slowly said: "In the days when I chanted Xu, the beautiful flowers reflected in the water were stunning for the first time; wherever I am pure, the moon on the mountain is illuminated by the snow in the sky."
Xie Daoyun's face turned red all of a sudden. Now we are sitting by the lake, and the water next to us can reflect everyone's faces. Is he praising me for being amazing?
What does the last sentence mean? Is he asking me where my heart belongs?
"Thank you, Brother Zu. I'll go find some paper and write it down." Not knowing how to deal with it, she simply got up and fled the scene. When she returned to the room, her heart was pounding.
Taking out the pen and ink, she was good at calligraphy on weekdays. Now that she is practicing runes with her master, her study has improved to a higher level. She can quickly copy out an article, not to mention a poem, but at this time, , her hand stayed in mid-air, unable to write.
"How could he be like this? He obviously has a wife." Xie Daoyun bit her red lips tightly, and her undulating chest showed that she was in a very uneasy mood.
Wait, Miss Chu seems to have divorced him. In a sense, he is still single.
But the Chu family seems to still have a very close relationship with him...
At this moment, the ink on the pen tip finally couldn't bear it and dripped onto the paper.
Oops, it’s so annoying!
Outside, Xie Xiu stared at Zu An dumbfounded. If it weren't for his sister, he would have wanted to give her a thumbs up and praise her.
As a veteran of Huazong, he couldn't see the lethality of the other party's poem. The sound of his sister's footsteps leaving in a hurry just now showed that she was obviously upset.
He said angrily: "Brother Zu, do you really have no older sisters or anything like that?"
Zu An shook his head: "No, I am an orphan."
Xie Xiu could only sigh inwardly that he was unlucky. He had suffered a big loss this time.
Hey, wait a minute, although he doesn't have a sister, his wife does. The eldest lady of the Chu family has a sister.
But when he thought of Chu Hui Zhao holding the Wailing Whip, he felt a chill and immediately gave up the idea.
"What are you talking about?" At this moment, Xie Daoyun had returned, and his face had returned to normal, but there was still a slight blush.
"It's nothing," Zu An smiled, then looked at the book in her hand, "Is it finished? Let me take a look."
He took the roll of white paper from the other party's hand and unfolded it, and couldn't help but admired: "Daoyun, your handwriting is so beautiful."
Her handwriting is very graceful, and just by looking at it, one can tell that it was written by a gentle and quiet beauty.
Gao Ying's calligraphy was pretty good before, but it was still far behind compared to hers.
"That's right, my sister's hairpin flowers in small regular script are famous in Mingyue City. Many people ask for a pair of calligraphy treasures." Xie Xiu proudly showed off, but as soon as he said it, he regretted it. What was he saying , the more outstanding your sister is, the more she will be coveted by some people.
"It's not that exaggerated. Most of them are just to please our father." Xie Daoyun said a little shyly.
"Dao Yun is being humble, we all see your talent." Zu An smiled, "By the way, didn't I owe you a song before? I just thought of a suitable one."
"Really?" Xie Daoyun was surprised and happy. She already liked these, not to mention that the last time she saw Zu An's music style was very special, she was even more curious.
"Can I still lie to you?" Zu An watched "Swordsman" in his previous life and was particularly curious about "Guangling San" in it. He searched it on the Internet, but unfortunately it was just a keyboard warrior's listening, and he didn't play it. That ability to play.
Originally, he couldn't remember the music score, but now that his cultivation level is getting higher and higher, his memory is getting stronger and stronger, and he can gradually recall some things he has seen before.
Next, he told Xie Daoyun the music score in the way of recording in this world. Xie Daoyun was so itchy that he directly invited the two of them to the house. After all, playing the piano is an elegant thing, and eating and drinking while playing the piano would hurt the mood.
Xie Xiu looked depressed and reluctantly glanced at the copper pot on the side, thinking I haven't eaten enough yet. However, he didn't dare to displease his sister, so he could only follow him gloomily.
Xie Daoyun first washed his hands with clean water, wiped them dry with a white cloth, then lit a pot of sandalwood, and then carefully took out a guqin. The whole process was full of classical and quiet beauty.
Zu An was filled with admiration when he saw it, thinking that this was the real sense of ceremony.
Soon the quiet sound of the piano began to play. It was a bit jerky at first, but Xie Daoyun's piano skills were superb and he quickly got into the mood.
Xie Xiu was a little careless at first, but soon her expression changed, and she finally opened her mouth unknowingly.
Xie Daoyun was even more so, with his chest rising and falling. He was obviously attracted by Qin Zhong's emotions, and his whole person was extremely calm.
Zu An is actually the calmest one. After all, he has heard it in his previous life, and he has rarely been influenced by guqin music, so it is difficult to distinguish between good and bad.
All attention was on the other person's chest, wondering if she would put her breasts on the table when drawing runes? Otherwise it would be too much effort.
After the song ended, the whole room was extremely silent, and Xie Daoyun sat there blankly, not getting up for a long time.
Zu An noticed that the light down on her neck seemed to stand up, and her eyes were filled with tears. He had to sigh that she was indeed a true lover of the piano, and could resonate with her like this.
After a long time, Xie Daoyun looked at him: "Brother Zu, does this song have a name?"
"This song is called "Guangling San"." Zu An regretted a little after answering. It was such a good opportunity to change the name, such as "Zu An Presents Dao Yun", and he could take the opportunity to increase his favorability.
""Guangling San"..." Xie Daoyun silently wrote down the name, "By the way, why can I feel the sadness, anger and murderous meaning in this song?"
Zu An was shocked and thought, can he feel this?
He thought for a while and explained: "This song actually tells a story. In ancient times, there was a warrior who was extremely skilled. He had a friend who was very kind to him. That friend was framed by a political enemy and came to find him several times. Although the samurai never spoke, the samurai understood the other person's thoughts. But he never agreed and kept serving his old mother. It was not until three years later, when his mother passed away, that he found his friend and promised to avenge him. "
"So with one man and one sword, he rushed into the political enemy's mansion alone, and under the protection of many guards, stabbed the political enemy to death. Unfortunately, he was surrounded by soldiers who came after him. The warrior knew that he would die, so he swung his sword and committed suicide. I was worried that someone would identify me after my death, which would implicate my sister at home, so I deliberately scratched my face with a dagger before committing suicide."
"But later her sister took the initiative to collect his body, crying that she knew how hard he had worked so hard, but how could he keep his name unknown..."
After hearing this story, Xie Daoyun had already burst into tears, and Xie Xiu's eyes were red. In order to avoid being angry, he hurriedly said: "You are really a hero. He has served his mother before committing suicide. This is filial piety; for his friends. Risking one's life is righteous."
"I admire their brother-sister relationship even more," Xie Daoyun sighed quietly, "The warrior disfigured his face before committing suicide in order not to harm his sister, and my sister chose not to take her life for his reputation. I really admire him when he thinks about it."
Xie Xiu also jumped at the crime: "Such heroes are really fascinating! I don't know when I will be able to..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Xie Daoyun: "I would rather you be a playboy than be like him."
Xie Xiu smiled coquettishly: "I'm just talking about it, am I that kind of person?"
Is it because the girl from the Zhang family has lost her waist, or is it that the girl from the Wang family has lost her beauty?
I am fascinated by this kind of thing, am I crazy to do such a thing?
