"This is Taihu Lake..."
The Wupeng boat floats aimlessly in the lake. Zhao Changhe lay on the bow of the boat, bathing in the sunshine and not feeling too hot.
The lake breeze was blowing, which was actually a bit cool.
Or maybe it’s because I feel really calm now?
Looking at the endless lake water, the clear lake surface can even clearly see the fish underneath. There are also other boats in the distance. The wind carries melodious fishing songs, which is very comfortable to listen to.
For a northern man who has never seen the sea, he feels that this is the sea, but it should be quieter than the sea. The sea in his mind is not as vast and vast as the waves are roaring, nor is the river that he has seen so powerful. A thousand miles away, but it is even more peaceful. Smart, quiet and gentle.
Just like Tang Wanzhuang.
It seems that all the beauty in the world is gathered into one, and you can see Jiangnan at a glance.
People say that the West Lake is compared to the West, and it seems to be similar to the makeup of the late Tang Dynasty. Light makeup and heavy makeup are always suitable.
She was sitting in the cabin, playing the piano leisurely, playing tunes that Zhao Changhe had never heard before.
That is something that in this world would feel very slow, boring, and impossible to appreciate, but at this moment, this scene, it is like water ripples in my heart, like the breeze on the lake passing over my face, softly, only let People don't want to bring up any thoughts, just get drunk on the clear breeze and clear lake.
The flashes of swords, the moments of life and death, the world, and the troubled times are all far away from the same world.
Zhao Changhe took out the old wine gourd and took a big gulp of wine.
Yue Hongling is the Jianghu in the dream, isn't it?
What does it mean to be in a wine shop with swords and rivers and lakes, with a slender waist and light palms... Actually, this is it.
It's just that the thin waist doesn't belong to me, so let's round it off first.
Tang Wanzhuang's beautiful eyes fell on the bow of the boat outside the cabin, looking at Zhao Changhe lying leisurely drinking, with a little anger in his eyes.
I thought you were playing the piano to me, but after a long time, I was playing the piano to you, right? You were drinking there leisurely, as if you had invited the girl from the Bamboo House in the backyard to accompany you from the Wanhua Building in Jianhu City.
Tang Wanzhuang thought it was a little funny. She felt that Zhao Changhe's attitude was a bit... so casual.
Before, he said that he had to think a few times in his stomach every time he said a word, but that's how he got to know him, he really didn't have any taboos.
"Hey!" She finally couldn't hold it back and shouted: "You want me to rest, or are you asking me to be the piano player to accompany you with the scenery?"
Zhao Changhe's words were heard outside the cabin, but they were a little unclear in the lake breeze: "If you don't mean to live for me, then wouldn't you be serving me today?"
Tang Wanzhuang was angry and funny: "You are good at beating snakes with a stick. Now that Sisi is gone, you don't have a maid, right?"
"No way, you are my master." Zhao Changhe asked with a smile: "I'm just free and easy, so why bother about who plays for whom? Are you happy now?"
Tang Wanzhuang actually wanted to say "hmm", but she changed her face and said, "You play, I'll be happy just lying there and drinking."
"How stingy." Zhao Changhe stood up leisurely and got into the cabin: "I haven't learned it well yet. Master, please continue to teach me?"
In order to achieve a leisurely and comfortable artistic conception, the two of them deliberately did not use the Tang family's large boat, but used a small black-paneled boat. When Zhao Changhe got into the cabin in such a big way, he immediately felt that the cabin was almost half occupied.
Tang Wanzhuang reluctantly stepped aside and motioned for Zhao Changhe to sit in front of the piano.
As a result, as soon as this guy sat down, it felt extremely crowded, and their arms were pressed together.
Tang Wanzhuang looked sideways expressionlessly, while Zhao Changhe stiffened his neck and watched the piano.
"Forget it." Tang Wanzhuang didn't hesitate and started teaching: "The piano has fingering techniques. It's not just a matter of fingering it to make a sound. You see..."
The white jade-like fingers danced on the strings, twirling and lifting, gracefully and gracefully. They were clearly indicating the fingering, but Zhao Changhe looked at it, but basically forgot about it, and only focused on looking at his hands.
Really nice.
"Okay, would you like to try this finger-picking method?" Tang Wanzhuang gave him a shoulder in anticipation.
Zhao Changhe held it in for a long time and then lowered his head: "If you haven't learned it yet, please demonstrate again."
Tang Wanzhuang said curiously: "You learned such a complicated stunt in the morning, how much sword intent is contained, and how many changes are hidden behind the potential. You only need to practice it a few times to learn it clearly. This fingering should be very simple for you, not to mention You still have the experience of learning hidden weapon techniques from Yue Hongling, why have you become stupid?"
Zhao Changhe lowered his head and muttered: "Just look at my hands..."
Tang Wanzhuang: "?"
Zhao Changhe: "..."
Tang Wanzhuang put her hand a few inches in front of his eyes with an expressionless expression: "Look at it a little bit, but if it's not enough, look at it for another hour."
Before Zhao Changhe could say anything, his hand suddenly raised and covered his face with a snap: "I can even let you touch it!"
"Fuck..." Zhao Changhe's face was in burning pain, not from being slapped, but from humiliation.
Tang Wanzhuang glanced at him sideways for a while, then suddenly said: "Actually, if you learn this, it can be evolved into a set of acupoint grabbing skills. You have only practiced martial arts for a short time, and all your skills are on the sword. There are major deficiencies in unarmed martial arts. It’s a great addition.”
Zhao Changhe was instantly excited: "Quick, demonstrate again! I only need to watch it once and it will be good!"
Tang Wanzhuang was dumbfounded.
However, it is true. Once Zhao Changhe linked this to his understanding of martial arts, he really learned it after watching it once. In other words, he was relatively unfamiliar, but his understanding of the movements was really thorough. It was so simple that he did not need a second thought. all over.
"Now I'll teach you how to wipe the strings..."
The boat floated leisurely in the middle of the lake. The male apprentice and the female master were sitting next to each other in the small cabin. The fragrance was on the tip of their noses, their shoulders were carelessly touching, and they were whispering to each other.
The boatman passing by saw it and couldn't help but smile like an uncle.
What a scene.
When I go home, I want to force my brat to ask for a wife. He is so old and still fishes there day by day.
As the sun sets, the lake surface is covered with sparkling golden light. Occasionally, fish jump up and then enter the water, splashing with waves. The song of the boat girl could be heard in the distance, and Wu Nong's soft words moved people's hearts. They were more beautiful than the fishermen's songs outside the Qinghe River at that time, and the murderous intention was only peaceful.
Tang Wanzhuang was leaning outside the cabin, holding a beautiful little wine pot in her hand, drinking wine leisurely at the spout.
The hard-working apprentice Gou Xiong is still familiar with the fingering techniques. It is not known whether he can really turn into a set of fingering hands. In fact, it was Tang Wanzhuang who fooled him.
He was supposed to play it, but when I heard it, did I really think I was the girl from the backyard of Wanhua Building?
Tang Wanzhuang was making up a set of acupuncture techniques in her stomach, modifying her own techniques and incorporating some piano skills and fingering techniques into it. When the time came, she would teach him a set of acupuncture techniques.
I really thought that the First Master wouldn't lie to others... Anyway, the fingering technique will not be bad by then, maybe it will be ranked in the world...
The fishermen's songs on both sides of the Taiwan Strait were ups and downs, mostly love songs. Tang Wanzhuang didn't know what it was like when she heard them.
In the past, she was actually a little afraid of scenes like this. Such songs could make people's minds wander away from business. The so-called melodious music made people discouraged from making progress.
But today it seems to be the right time, except that the content of the love song is different.
"Hey." Tang Wanzhuang took a leisurely sip of wine and asked into the cabin: "You said you have a song in your heart. With this feeling and this scene, why shouldn't you sing with it?"
"Aren't these girls' songs very nice and their voices good? I want to give them a reward. Why am I causing trouble to them?"
"Are these soft things suitable for a man like you? Let me sing the sound of Jianghu and let me see what powerful words the bloodthirsty Shura has."
"However, this situation is not suitable for a powerful voice at all. Are you deliberately trying to separate yourself from such a depressing mood?"
Tang Wanzhuang was stunned and drank without saying a word.
He's so sharp.
I understand her too well.
It's really strange how he understands me so well, there isn't much interaction between the two of them at all.
"Forget about the majestic voice, do you want to listen to the female voice?" Zhao Changhe suddenly asked.
Tang Wanzhuang came back to her senses and asked curiously: "Aren't they singing women's voices?"
"There are so many women in the world, how can they all be in tune with the love between sons and daughters?" Zhao Changhe plucked the strings a few times, and the original practice tune suddenly changed, becoming a bit more free and easy.
Tang Wanzhuang looked back at the cabin, and heard a singing voice that he was not familiar with: "No matter how cold the wind is, I don't want to escape, no matter how beautiful the flowers are, I don't want them, just let me drift..."
Tang Wanzhuang stared blankly at the sunset in the distance. She originally wanted to say, "This is the song of Hong Ling on the mountain, not my song." However, as she listened, she gradually became lost in thought and no longer wanted to speak.
(End of chapter)
