Wang Xilou, a native of Niuping, Jinling, was born in the third year of Chunxi. It has a history of 847 years. She started learning Erhu at the age of 349. If the Erhu with a history of a thousand years is the representative of Chinese culture The dazzling crystallization of Wang Xilou, who has 498 years of erhu playing experience, is also an artistic treasure of Chinese culture.
The tiger master has no dog disciples. Feng Wuli recalled how Wang Xilou held his hand and taught him how to play the erhu when he was a child, and the song "Er Quan Ying Yue" was a bit unfamiliar to his memory.
After recalling it, I held the bow in one hand and the piano in the other, and played it.
Very good, at least he can make a sound. It seems that he also has artistic qualities. He is determined.
Look to the audience below.
There was another round of thunderous applause, and I vaguely heard someone praising myself for being handsome.
Probably Erhu is a very new program. There are obviously more people looking up to watch it than the previous programs. Even he is a little bit stressed.
"Hey, why is it Brother Feng?" The people in their phalanx were a little dumbfounded when they saw him coming up.
"It seems that Xie Jieshu is not feeling well today."
"There's no reason for him to be on top, or is he going to perform magic on stage?"
"Didn't you see that he was holding an erhu? It was said that Xie Jieshu was going to perform the erhu, but Feng Wuli brought the erhu from home."
Several people exchanged glances, and everything was clear.
Then the sound of erhu sounded from above.
How should I put it? Appearance is inversely proportional to level. When it comes to his technical performance, what can be praised is that he is very courageous.
But Feng Wuli has an advantage, that is, he is not afraid of losing face.
And the people who just went up to perform were all good and bad. Everyone was trying to create a certain atmosphere. As long as he didn't make a fool of himself, it didn't matter. Everyone showed great tolerance to those who dared to perform. Several companies at the Academy of Information Science and Technology His brother also shouted his name, and the scene was quite lively.
But after probably stumbling for dozens of seconds, the intermittent strange and weird tones that originally made the people below burst into laughter suddenly became silky smooth the next second. The tune was tactful and sad, with a strong folk flavor and superb skills. On their faces, as the moonlight shines on the thousands of freshmen below.
The outsiders were watching the excitement, while the insiders were watching the doorways. Someone could tell something was wrong after listening for a while, and even cursed: "Holy shit!"
"What happened?"
"What a dick!"
The person next to me asked: "Can you also play the erhu?"
"No, I'm a cello student, but I fucking think I should kneel down and listen!"
"You were just teasing us, right? What kind of master is this?!"
“Awesome!!”
This is certainly not Feng Wuli's sudden enlightenment. In fact, he is not playing at all now.
At this time, on the stage, behind Feng Wuli, who was sitting on a chair, a three-meter-tall woman hugged him from behind, with her face close to his. The big hand of the cattail leaf fan covered his hand, holding a bow and string to pull the string. A plaintive tune.
She seemed a little unhappy, probably because the people below just laughed at him.
"It doesn't have to be that good." Feng Wuli said helplessly in a low voice, "Just deal with it casually."
It was very rare that Youhuang didn't listen to him. He still held his hand and played very seriously. He was obviously already a tall man of about 1.8 meters. This feeling of being hugged made Feng Wuli feel very Petite, it seemed that she was really angry. Feng Wuli quietly looked at her side face, her face still showed no emotion and her eyes were calm, but Feng Wuli felt that she was a little angry.
When the song was over, he left the stage.
The two hosts also used a lot of exaggerated polite words. Wang Xilou's erhu is definitely a national treasure. But for most ordinary people, music can only be "bad", "good" and "fuck". Most ordinary people really can't tell the difference between these intuitive feelings: whether it's piano level 10, palace level, or langlang level.
Therefore, many people think that he is awesome, but there will be no drama like being completely silent and being shocked to the point of being a god.
He walked to Xie Jieshu's place next to the playground. There were many people watching him along the way. It was dark and he couldn't see the people clearly. They just glanced at him and were soon attracted by the next program on the stage.
"What is she angry about?" Xie Jieshu asked, looking at the tall woman behind him.
"Maybe it's because the people below just laughed at me." Feng Wuli smiled and grabbed her hand, explaining: "They are not laughing at me, and my skills are indeed very poor. It's okay to make everyone happy."
Youhuang shook his head, wrapped his hand in his palm, stood with him, and looked down at the blond woman in front of him. Xie Jieshu had to raise her head to look at her: "What are you looking at me for? I didn't ask him to come up. He wanted to go up there himself."
Right Emperor: Stare——
"You can't speak, so what's your use to me? I don't know what you want to do."
Right Emperor: Stare——
"They say I don't know what you mean when you look at me. If you have something to say, just say it."
Youhuang has tried very hard to express more emotions on his expressionless face, but the other party still can't tell that he wants to express "It's all your fault that my life is being laughed at in front of so many people, as a shadow." You are no longer useful, please commit suicide and apologize.' means.
She silently glanced at this person, stepped on lotus steps, and stood between Feng Wuli and Xie Jieshu. Her huge figure blocked Xie Jieshu's sight here, and naturally occupied Feng Wuli's entire field of vision.
"Ouch, stop me. Don't show me. It's amazing that you still do it."
Feng Wuli suspected that Wang Xilou's shadows were naturally incompatible with each other. Maybe after living for more than 800 years, this zombie had a split personality. Before knocking on the Immortal Sect, he and himself were at each other's throats every day. Just like now, it is clear that one of them is not. The ability to express language can make people noisy.
He smoothed things over: "Forget it, Your Majesty, we adults have a lot of money, please forgive her."
It's just that his attempt to smooth things over was obviously a partial one, and he was completely biased towards a certain mentally retarded person. Xie Jieshu hugged her chest and snorted and ignored him.
"The military training is over. There shouldn't be a need to gather tonight, right?" Feng Wuli smelled the fragrance of Youhuang's body, drifting with the evening breeze.
Xie Jieshu's voice sounded from behind Youhuang: "No need."
"In that case, if I go back, will I have to attend classes according to the schedule tomorrow Monday?"
"Yes, tomorrow morning I will teach high math, afternoon I will take C language, and there will be no classes in the evening."
"I just started the military training. Is it true that there is no connection at all?"
"You don't even need to attend these days of classes. They won't take roll call until the course selection period is over, so it's basically an introductory course. The orientation event will be this Wednesday. That's when the real orientation will begin. Your freshman representative won't give a speech. It’s the beginning, isn’t it? Then the club will announce it on Thursday and Friday.”
Xie Jieshu asked: "Is there any club you want to join?"
There were still people around who looked here from time to time. If he bypassed Youhuang, his movements would look weird. He could only look at Youhuang's belly: "...No plan."
"I plan to join the college club. I originally wanted to join the school club, but I heard there are a lot of idiots there, and I also want to join an animation club. I suggest you join a club. You must not have read the talent training plan of our college. There is an innovation credit You can get it from club activities, but if you can't get it, you have to take a one-credit general course, and the orientation teacher may tell you in a few days."
Xie Jieshu has already understood this school thoroughly.
"Um..." Feng Wuli was thinking about the size of Youhuang's waist. From a distance, he looked quite slim. But when he got so close to Youhuang, his belly was like a wall. He felt like he couldn't even hug him. He asked, "Why is that?" Animation club?”
"Why can't it be an animation club?"
"You don't seem to be a good match. I thought it would be some kind of literary club, or a classical music club or something like that."
"Well, I feel like if you were asked to choose any club to join, you would choose the animation club."
Feng Wuli didn't expect that his two-dimensional aura was so serious, so he made a decision in his heart not to watch any of the new October series. He said, "Let's check it out in a few days."
"Well, thanks for tonight."
"Even if you think you are not Wang Xilou's shadow now, I still treat you as Wang Xilou's shadow."
"What kind of Japanese Asasi male protagonist?"
"That's what you think."
She smiled softly and said, "You behave so well. Do you want me to give you a little..."
Feng Wuli could no longer hear what she said because Youhuang covered his ears.
The two of them walked outside the school. There was no need to climb over the wall tonight and they went directly to the main entrance.
It was cloudy tonight, and the moon and stars could not be seen. Youhuang rarely wanted to go out for a walk, so Feng Wuli was led by her all the way to the school gate. She could not speak, but the atmosphere would be very strange if the two of them were silent. So Feng Wuli put on his headphones and kept talking on the road.
"So don't be so stingy. Aren't Xie Jieshu also the shadow of Wang Xilou? It's normal for me to help her when she's in trouble, isn't it?"
"I didn't mean to blame you, no, I didn't say you did anything wrong, ah..."
Feng Wuli never thought that he would be able to coax Youhuang like a child. He could only persuade her patiently. He said: Although I despise Wang Xilou as much as you do, she has been very kind to him after all. He is loyal, so he has to treat Wang Xilou twice as well, and Wang Xilou’s shadow all inherits this kindness. Even if Xie Jieshu does not admit that she is Wang Xilou’s shadow, we have to unilaterally accept her affection. .
Youhuang's face was as calm as the surface of the lake, and she seemed not to care at all, but Feng Wuli could feel the very slight fluctuations on the surface of the lake.
You Huang is still reluctant to have Xie Jieshu trouble him all the time.
"You Huang, you can't do this!" He frowned and sounded sternly, which frightened You Huang and looked down at him with aggrieved look.
"You are the eldest wife of the family, so you have to be more tolerant to the other sisters. If you want to deal with them, it will not be easy. If you whisper to me who's wrong, I must listen to you. Don't talk about Xie Jieshu, you If you think there's something wrong with Wang Xilou, you can tell me how to deal with her, and you can see if I can deal with her or not!"
Youhuang suddenly felt that he had an extra mission, and he was very moved. He felt that as a lady, he should be more generous.
But she forgot that she didn't seem to be able to speak, so she couldn't turn a deaf ear to him.
Feng Wuli smiled: "Would you like ice cream? I'll buy two, and then the two of us will go back after eating. What if we don't let Wang Xilou know?"
As expected of the city center, Feng Wuli saw a Haagen-Dazs store on the roadside. He had only eaten it when he was a child. One ball cost over forty, and one bite would make people gasp.
Before you could refuse, Youhuang was dragged to a nearby convenience store. In order to avoid a serving of ice cream floating in the air, he pulled her to a darker alley. He bought two servings of three balls for 600 many.
Holding an ice cream box about the size of a matchbox, which had to be pinched with her fingers, she glanced at him secretly, and the next second the ice cream was gone.
"I saw!"
"Don't put it in, take it out quickly, I want to watch you eat it!"
"Stop! You've already eaten something. You're more outrageous than Wang Xilou. You still think I'm five years old, right?"
"Where is the box?" Feng Wuli smiled: "You want to say that you even ate the box?"
"Oh! I won't obey you, but you're not good at all!"
Youhuang looked down at her young boy, leaning on a tree trunk in the shade as the evening breeze blew, and said to her, "You will officially be a freshman tomorrow." These words were difficult for her to understand.
"Hey, what are you so happy about?" Feng Wuli felt her emotions and raised his head and asked.
Youhuang didn't answer, but slowly leaned over and kissed the corner of Feng Wuli's mouth under Feng Wuli's surprised gaze - he put a little ice cream on the corner of his mouth onto his lips, and licked the ice cream on his lips. I glanced at him and disappeared into the night.
Feng Wuli understood what her last glance meant.
'Look, I've eaten it. '
A calico-colored wild cat appeared on the roadside. Feng Wuli teased it and walked to the flower shop after eating the ice cream.
The night scene in the city center is different from the scenery in the old streets. The neon signs and billboards are bright, and the rear lights of the cars on the roadside are bright red. Because of the congestion, walking is slow, like flowing magma.
Outside the flower shop, the store manager Chifu was squatting next to her bicycle, sticking out her butt, frowning and looking serious, wondering what she was doing.
Feng Wuli approached quietly——
"Mr. Shikatsu!"
"Wow!" She was startled, and her serious expression transformed into Edvard Munch's "The Scream" in 0.01 seconds, and then various abstract painting-style rulers appeared in 0.5 seconds. Manager Shifu finally gasped and turned back into the familiar Manager Shifu.
She glanced at him with lingering fear and said angrily: "You want to die!"
"What are you doing? You look so serious."
"I..." The store manager Shichifu regained his serious expression and squatted down again: "The bicycle chain fell off."
"Can you do it?"
"When I was riding my bike, your grandpa's grandpa wasn't even born yet!"
"That's awesome, Manager Shichifu."
Chifu was too lazy to pay attention to him, so Feng Wuli asked again: "Why are you the only one looking after the store? How many are there?"
"Ah, Auntie is here again."
Feng Wuli suddenly felt something was wrong.
"Auntie said she had something to talk to them both about, and then drove them to pick them up to drink milk tea. She just left. Yeji and Wanwan went out to play, so I have to stay and look after the store."
Chifugi was a little bit emotional, because she didn’t know why she didn’t get a share of it this time. Of course, that little bit of emotion was just insignificant to her mature and stable store manager, Chifugi. She didn’t care at all about being taken to drink by his mother. Milk tea, she asked the store manager to give it to her - she didn't care about it either.
Feng Wuli couldn't help but touch her head. As expected, Chifu turned his head and glared fiercely, but the improvement was that he didn't immediately slap his hand away.
"I'll fix it." Feng Wuli also squatted next to her.
"I can do it myself." She was extremely stubborn and raised her hand to wipe the sweat from the side of her face.
"I bought ice cream for you to eat. We don't care if they drink milk tea. Look, I bought it just for you." He took out the ice cream from the shadow, his face not red and his heart not beating.
"Here, did you buy it for me?"
"Otherwise, you see, I just bought one. If I buy it for everyone, I will definitely buy several. I will fix it and you eat it quickly. When they come back and see me, they will buy it for you alone and talk about me." Feng Wuli handed it to her: "I bought it especially for you."
The store manager Shifu took the ice cream with great care and was very moved.
"Is it sweet?" Feng Wuli asked back while fixing her bicycle chain.
"Okay, it's okay." She said with a stubborn face.
"Give me a bite too."
"Why don't you buy one more for yourself!" the store manager refused sternly.
"It's very expensive. The three balls you have cost more than a hundred."
"So expensive!" If she was still distributing flyers in the past, she would have to work all day just to eat a snowball? !
"Wang Xilou and Po Nu have never eaten Haagen-Dazs. Don't tell them."
Regardless of how she would do it, she had already figured out how to casually show off in front of Po Nu that he had bought her a noble ice cream worth more than 100 yuan, and then she was so angry at that silly woman.
Chifu nodded heavily, then took a spoonful and fed it to Feng Wuli, who was helping her repair the car.
Ten minutes later, she was the shop manager of the Chifugi store, the girl who chased the wind. With her bicycle, she was like riding a somersault cloud, and she had the momentum to go anywhere in the world.
She didn't come back until it started to rain outside. At first there were only one or two drops, and then it slowly wetted the street, with a layer of silver water covering the concrete floor. The dense sound of rain isolated the flower shop from the rest of the world.
"It's raining again." She stretched out her hand to catch a little rainwater. The sky was dark and thunderous, and a male college student came in who wanted to buy flowers even on a rainy day.
He wears black-rimmed glasses and is tall and lanky, a bit like Professor Du in "My Love from the Star". When Feng Wuli saw him, he thought of the character Xueba Xiaoming in Tiantian Cool Run. At that time, he drew Xueba Xiaoming and Liu Xiaoxiao showed off for a long time, and then the new characters became more and more outrageous, and the game remained in the past.
Xiao Ming, a top student, came to the door, put away his umbrella, shook it to dry the rain, and stood outside the flower shop without bringing it in.
"What a beautiful flower shop. I remember it didn't exist last semester."
"It's open during the summer vacation." Feng Wuli said.
"You have such a complete range of flowers here. There are so many flowers that I can't even recognize them."
A fox and a black cat ran back from outside. They were soaked to the skin. They shook the water off at the door before coming in.
"Hey, this..."
"Oh, it's the cats and foxes raised in our store. They just ran out to play."
College students think this flower shop is so magical. Even if they raise foxes, they can also breed them freely. They say they went out to play as if they were talking about the children at home.
"You two, you didn't even know how to run home when it rained. You're all soaked!" The store manager frowned and said to the two little guys, "Come here quickly and I'll wipe it for you."
The cat and the fox really followed the little girl into the back of the flower shop one after the other. He was stunned for a moment, as if they were three little girls, and the two little girls behind were still noisy. With.
"Do you want to buy any flowers?" The flower shop owner asked suddenly, and he finally realized what he was doing.
"Well, I want to buy a bunch of platycodon." He was still looking at the decoration in the store. The more he looked at it, the more impressive it became. It seemed to be carefully designed.
"Lisianthus?"
"Well, pink lisianthus, do you have any here?"
"Yes, I'll bring it to you."
"You saw it, eh? Is this Kungunir?"
This topic jumped too much. When the college student saw the big tree branches that Wang Xilou put up casually, he said: "Wow, your Kungunir is more realistic than in the game. It seems that the materials are all made of tree branches, and there are so many details on it." ,so amazing."
Feng Wuli laughed and said, "My girlfriend likes these things, she puts them around casually."
"But the length doesn't seem right. Kungunir should be longer. The tail of the gun doesn't seem to be as perfect as in the game. Uh, sorry." He realized that he had said the wrong thing.
"It's okay, I don't care." Anyway, I grabbed it.
He took out a handful of pink lisianthus and asked, "Are you giving it to your girlfriend? Are there any packaging requirements?"
"No, I don't have a girlfriend yet." He said, "There's no need to bother packing it. It's just that it was thundering hard outside. I bought it myself to put on my bedside."
"Is that so? Lisianthus seems to have nothing to do with thunder and rainy days?" He, the flower and plant master, didn't even know there was such a connection.
As soon as I finished speaking, the rain outside intensified, the thunder roared loudly, and the rain was so abundant that it seemed that it would rain all the year, and there was a stream of water beside the sidewalk.
"It doesn't have anything to do with it. It's actually my own problem." He said with some embarrassment:
"When I was one or two years old, I would cry non-stop when it rained and thundered. By chance, my mother once put a handful of lisianthus beside the bed. When I saw the flowers, I suddenly stopped crying and fussing. Maybe It's just a coincidence, but my mother still buys a handful of lisianthus and puts it next to her bed every time it rains heavily.
She passed away not long ago. I didn't expect that it would suddenly rain so heavily today and the thunder would be so loud. When I returned to school, I saw your flower shop here and wanted to come in to see if there were any lisianthus.
It wasn’t that I suddenly said I must buy lisianthus, or that I suddenly missed my mother. "
"That's it." Feng Wuli packed it and handed it to him.
"Thank you, boss."
"It's raining heavily outside, why don't you sit here for a while and then go back?"
He grimaced: "I still have papers to finish, and I'll be finished tomorrow."
"Hard."
"Let's go. I'll come to you next time to buy flowers."
The boy held an umbrella and walked into the rainy night with a bouquet of platycodon flowers.
After about a few minutes, a woman outside the store hesitated and did not come in. Feng Wuli went out and asked her what flowers she wanted to buy.
The woman looked towards his shop and then asked Feng Wuli. Her voice sounded like a very gentle woman: "Excuse me, do you have lisianthus here?"
(End of chapter)
