Time passed leisurely, and in the blink of an eye it was a few days later.
East of Zhuque Gate.
At this time, there was a huge flow of people, whether they were merchants, scholars, peddlers, famous people, or ordinary people, there were many people gathered here.
For a time, it was full of people and lively.
"Brother Zheng, the Zheng family is indeed a great clan. Such kindness is a blessing to the people!"
In the crowd, one of the smart-looking people in gray shirts said this.
The person who was called Brother Zheng immediately straightened his chest, looked at today's new list hanging on the stone tablet, and his expression quickly changed to one of humility.
"Alas, the master's family helps the weak and the poor, and we, the other tribesmen, are also honored. We just hope that the people in this world can live a better life. I can't contribute even a little bit, but it's nothing!"
At the end of the sentence, my waist really straightened to its straightest arc, and my head was raised a bit.
It was as if the person donating food was himself.
But this does not affect the admiration of those around him.
Suddenly there was a sound of admiration from all around...
This made this person even more proud.
Among this crowd, he held his head high and his chest high like a rooster that has always been standing proudly.
Nothing else but the fact that he has the surname Zheng——
This will allow him to accept these flattery frankly.
Judging from the food prices in Chang'an City these days, no matter what is right or wrong, the food donations from these aristocratic families are still commendable.
The people also have more good things to say about these aristocratic families...
Even those who are careful have discovered that there are many faces from outside the city in Chang'an these days.
From time to time, I walk through the streets and wander around.
Within two days, some attentive people at the city gate discovered that many merchants were driving their carriages and horses into Chang'an——
The situation in Chang'an City is treacherous and changeable, as if there is a big hand playing tricks in the dark.
And in Jinghe Village, in Tang Sufan's yard...
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"The sky is blue waiting for misty rain, and I'm waiting for you~"
"The smoke from the kitchen is rising thousands of miles across the river~"
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"The sky is blue waiting for misty rain, and I'm waiting for you~"
"The moonlight was salvaged and fainted at the end~"
"Like the blue and white porcelain passed down from generation to generation, it is beautiful by itself..."
"You are beautiful on your own..."
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"The banana outside the curtain causes the shower and the door knocker causes the patina~"
"And I pissed you off when I passed by that Jiangnan town..."
"In splash-ink landscape painting..."
"You were hidden from the depths of ink..."
In the courtyard, Tang Sufan sang "Blue and White Porcelain" slowly——
Tang Sufan had gentle eyes, singing songs and playing the guitar in his arms.
A handsome young man, with a jade tree facing the wind, is nothing more than that...
The little girl Tao Ying'er on one side sat quietly, holding her little face in her hands and looking at her young master with starry eyes.
She listened to the song quietly, sometimes closing her eyes in intoxication.
In her eyes, her young master is probably the most perfect person in the world.
For her to be able to hear such a beautiful piece of music, and for the young master to play it himself, is probably the happiest thing in the world...
Outside the door, the delicate and dignified Su Meiyu just returned from the workshop, holding a ledger.
As soon as they walked to the door, they saw Tang Sufan playing some music that they had never heard before and sometimes they couldn't understand.
However, the music played by Tang Sufan had a unique charm, as if it was not like this earthly music.
But it may sound different and nice...
For a while, Su Meiyu didn't bother, and stood in the distance of the yard, listening quietly.
As she listened, she couldn't help but wonder curiously...
What kind of experience did Qiaoer's younger brother have?
Only then can he have such talents and knowledge that are far different from those of ordinary people...
From that day on.
She has moved nearby for several days, and she is getting closer to understanding Tang Sufan.
Only then did he realize how special this young man was compared to the ordinary people he had met...
That different talent is free from the secular world, that different understanding, it seems that there is nothing in the world that he does not know, and there is nothing that he does not understand.
His different manners and manners sometimes made her feel that this young man was like a brilliant wise man...
Sometimes I feel that he is like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life, and sometimes...
I also feel that he is simply like a child whose innocence is still intact...
Su Meiyu, who has seen through all kinds of people's thoughts, has never been so unpredictable about a person...
Tang Sufan started singing a song after a while.
It is a tune that will become a household name in later generations, coupled with Tang Sufan's indeed outstanding voice.
"Blue and White Porcelain" by Mr. Zhou, a later generation, was sung to perfection by him...
Even though Su Meiyu has been studying vocal music for so many years, she has never heard such a unique, gentle and long piece of music.
That strange instrument that was unheard of and unseen.
It was as if in his hands, various tones could come out with just a flick of his fingertips.
The different tune is completely different from the common tunes in the world, but it is more simple and direct.
As for today’s song…
In terms of artistic conception, it is like a misty and rainy ink landscape in the south of the Yangtze River. Between the budding water clouds, you can vaguely see the flowing skirts and skirts of a beautiful woman.
On music and lyrics, it is a simple piece of paper written by the window with a graceful hand. The writing is tortuous because the heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.
In terms of melody, it is like a mountain spring stream flowing quietly on the rocks in the breeze, clear and translucent, yet winding and full of endless meanings...
Really another good song...
Su Meiyu finally came back to her senses, and the music just now was still echoing in her heart...
After Tang Sufan finished singing, Tao Ying'er immediately clapped her hands vigorously, her little hands turning red and refusing to stop.
During this period, Tang Sufan's biggest fan was this little girl.
Tang Sufan slowly got off the guitar and stood up, and said proudly: "How is Ying'er? Does it sound good?"
Tang Sufan put his hands behind his back and straightened his waist. The injury on his head had disappeared, and the wounds on his waist and abdomen were gone.
As for the reason, please listen to the explanation later~
Tao Ying'er's eyes shone like a true fan of future generations, and she said quickly.
“It sounds great, it sounds great—even better than yesterday’s Compendium of Materia Medica!”
Tang Sufan's face stiffened, he laughed dryly, and turned his head away in embarrassment.
It seems that many people still can’t appreciate rap songs~
I think of yesterday when I was holding my guitar and dancing up and down singing "Compendium of Materia Medica".
I couldn't help but blush a little...
It seemed like I was a little too high yesterday...
But today's song was specially chosen by him. He was the main guest at the university's welcome party back then.
The song "Blue and White Porcelain" made all the elementary school girls scream~
Now it seems that it is not too out of touch with the aesthetics of people of this era~
Since the last show of this guitar at Chunxin Pavilion, Tang Sufan has been holding it and playing it every day since he came back.
There are all kinds of songs I have learned in my mind. As long as I can think of them, I can't help but feel itchy.
After all, this is the only thing he can directly recall the past...
Tang Sufan turned his head and glanced at Su Meiyu, who was just returning.
He immediately greeted: "Sister Meiyu is back?"
Su Meiyu smiled softly and nodded, like a close sister.
He said softly: "Arrangements have been made for the workers in the workshop and the expanded house. I have written down the accounts in detail for the purchased items and asked the owner to review them..."
Su Meiyu has been a little surprised these days, why Qiaoer's younger brother suddenly seems to have grown taller.
A little less frail, but a little more sturdy.
And there is a little more sparkle and energy in his eyes, and a little more restrained.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion...
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(End of chapter)
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
I will sort out the next chapter and it will be out at eight o'clock~
