He didn't know if this was a kind of growth or if he had lost his true nature.
He recalled the days when he grew up in Yangzhou, walking on the streets of Yangzhou wearing clothes he mended himself, rushing to study, and his heart was light and always light.
Although he was dressed in fine clothes at this moment, his heart was heavy. He did not dare to act rashly, but he did so rashly.
Regardless of whether he has lost his true nature, tonight he wants to find himself again and analyze his heart in front of Lan Ning. He is not a playboy who plays with emotions, he is just a shy young man with sincerity.
A maid brought a transverse flute, and Xie Fu took it. It seemed a bit awkward in his hand, with a strange and unfamiliar feeling, like those things that suddenly come back as time passes.
Xie Fu tried to play a few notes, as if to get familiar with it and get used to it.
When the others saw it, they secretly shook their heads. They no longer had much expectations for this piece. How could a person who was not even familiar with the flute be expected to play the sound of heaven and man?
Fu Xie was like a young man confessing his love to a young lady before he was born. He said timidly: "This song is also dedicated to Madam Lan Ning. I hope Madam Lan Ning will listen attentively."
Lan Ning didn't look at him. Hearing this, his heart trembled. Did you play it for me...
This was a public expression of love, and although it was brave, it made them unhappy.
Originally I was somewhat close to Xie Fu, a foreigner, but when I heard this, I was immediately filled with hostility. He was trying to steal their Suzhou treasure.
If Mrs. Lan Ning is snatched away by you, how can we Suzhou literati have any face?
Xie Fu looked towards Lan Ning, gazing deeply at this awe-inspiring and cold figure. In the public, his eyes were so unrestrained, yet so passionate.
The black veil covered her face full of scars, but Xie Fu remembered her first face. A hazy tenderness slowly penetrated into his heart, a kind of vigorous, passionate and unrestrained throbbing that he had as a young man. Emotions gathered in my heart.
"I play as I please."
Everyone was surprised when they heard that no one played the music according to the music. Even the representatives of the Northern Flute School played the music and performed their superb skills in the same song.
But if you play it as you please, and compose it as you please, I'm afraid no one will be able to play it.
Playing as one pleases is not comparable to performing according to the music score and showing superb skills.
For Xie Fu, the soul of his flute playing is the state of his mind.
In the dull silence, a flute suddenly sounded. The sound was high and loud, like a ray of sunlight shining straight down from the high clouds, breaking through the roof of the building and illuminating the lobby in the dark night.
If pursuit is painful, do you still have to show your true feelings? If loss is painful, should you be afraid of giving? If infatuation is a sin, is love a mistake?
Xie Fu is full of tenderness, and he plays it just for his beloved. The clear and melodious sound of the flute washes away the joy in his heart.
Tactful and sentimental, his tenderness is everywhere in the weak dragon's voice. This is the tenderness of the young man who loves his daughter for the first time. The bones of a strong man will bend and bend for the touching daughter's family!
He is reserved and reserved, and at this moment he can only use this flute sound to express the passionate emotions in his heart.
The beautiful sound of the flute swirled in Lan Ning's ears, giving her the illusion that she was ascending to the open world with blue sky and white clouds, and the clouds and smoke all around her in the mist and dew. She lowered her eyes to feel this magic, and the sound of the flute seemed to be coming from far away in the sky. Come, no matter how far away, you will come to her.
On the other side of the sky, there was a humble gentleman. His body was gleaming and his face was as gentle as jade. Lan Ning was fascinated by him. She gently raised her arms, wishing she could step on the clouds and come there.
The faint voice came again, like a soft cloud pillowing in her heart, making her whole body happy...
A voice in my heart shouted, "Get intoxicated..."
Another voice shouted, "Open your eyes, come to me, and see who I am?"
Lan Ning opened her eyes and looked.
The man in poor clothes in the center of the hall is as still as a virgin, standing tall and focused, as if there are empty clouds under his feet, his posture is pure and elegant, his appearance is calm and calm, like a true immortal.
The soft-bone fairy wind was so far away that it actually gave Lan Ning a despicable heart.
Lan Ning's eyes longed for him to look at her, but he was so cold, so aloof, so far away from her, even if he stretched out his hand, he could not reach her.
When the sound reaches his heart, Xie Fu turns his back and lowers his shoulders. The rush of emotion in his heart runs straight through the flute. Every step forward seems to go to heaven and earth, to water and fire...
The sound of the flute is as clear as spring water, melodious as the sound of nature, ah, my Ning'er, I don't understand love, I didn't do well, I hope you can forgive me.
When Lan Ning saw him walking away, she stretched her neck and murmured not to leave, but her voice was blocked in her throat. She could only stretch out her hands, begging him not to drift away.
Fu...
Lan Ning's voice seemed to be in harmony with Xie Fu.
Xie Fu seemed to hear her voice and turned around while playing his flute.
This face is that of her sweetheart! Lan Ning was overjoyed when she saw that he was walking like a crane, his hands were white and slender, his fingers were like flying catkins falling to the ground, he was gentle and measured, and his bright eyes were half lowered, looking straight ahead.
Lan Ning was excited. I have found my sweetheart. He is as beautiful as a tree and has a graceful demeanor. None of the celebrities she met before is worthy of him!
Lan Ning had never known that a man could be so charming. It was the first time in her life that she was fascinated by a man. If she had fallen in love with this special person like him before, now she was already obsessed with him and was impressed by him both physically and mentally. Fu...
As if he heard Lan Ning's inner cry, Xie Fu, who was as tall as a virgin, bit the flute hole in his mouth, lowered his shoulders slightly, and stretched his neck gracefully like a gooseneck to the sound of the flute. He slowly walked towards Lan Ning and looked towards Lan Ning with a smile. Look.
It was this clear look that made Lan Ning's heart tremble. Her eyes seemed to be glued, staring at his face. His smile seemed to be falling from the clouds, and a warm stream of happiness filled her heart. Washing away.
Oh my god, is he a man or am I a man? Why am I acting so unbearably, with my heart surging and torrents of catharsis.
Valley Anchor: I have broken the hearts of too many men, so did an immortal come down to earth specifically to capture me? She was captured without any resistance.
At the end of the song, Xie Fu lowered his eyes slightly and put down his flute.
Lan Ning was shocked physically and mentally by the ecstasy song. She couldn't help but burst into tears, and her black veil was wetted with tears.
The silence in the lobby was eerie, and you could hear a pin drop. It felt like what they just saw was not a mortal, but an immortal playing fairy music.
The sound of the flute is like the rising clouds and mist, the misty flowing mist of the mountains, the posture of the immortal standing on the clouds while playing, full of immortal wind and bones, and the unreachable nobility in his eyes.
Except for true immortals, no mortal can do it.
Zhang Lingluo stared intently at Xie Fu, Uncle Fu, my Uncle Fu. How can you be so cute? How can there be a man like you in this world? I almost fall in love with you.
Lady Peony chanted softly: "A mortal woman is looking forward to this from afar, just like a true immortal thanking the young master."
At this moment, Mr. Xie was only half a foot away from Lan Ning. He said softly in an extremely humble manner: "Ms. Lan Ning, did you hear me clearly?"
Lan Ning lost her aloofness, choked with sobs and couldn't speak, and nodded.
Nodding, his full affection was transformed into the song just now, which was better than a thousand words and countless promises.
Yuan Yue, who was not far from Lan Ning, saw Lan Ning's passionate eyes, and his eyes turned cold. He had lost this woman. This person snatched away the woman he wanted.
He knew very well that if he didn't kill this person, he would never be able to get this woman.
In the silence, someone shouted out: "Li Shaodian!"
As soon as these three words came out, everyone woke up as if from a dream. Apart from Li Shaodian, no one in Yangzhou had such a true and unique appearance.
"Li Shaodian!" It was said again, the voice was unmistakable.
Chen Qinglan secretly thought to herself that it turned out that he was the uncertain factor in tonight's reception. If others still had some guesses about Li Shaodian's identity, she was extremely sure, because she had fought with Xie Fu, and with these two skills, looking at the world, Very few.
The guests in the lobby all focused on Xie Fu, and their eyes were urging: "Li Shaodian!" They were very united.
Xie Fu was shocked and blurted out like a timid boy: "I'm not!"
The fake one said he was real before, but now the real one says he is fake.
A young man suddenly left the table, walked toward Fu Xie menacingly, grabbed one of Fu Xie's arms, and said loudly: "Everyone, I admire Li Shaodian. I once went to Yangzhou to see Li Shaodian's style."
Someone immediately asked outside the court: "Oh, do you know Li Shaodian?"
"I didn't have the opportunity to meet Li Shaodian, but I met Master Hengmei of Qinlou in Yangzhou. Master Hengmei told me that Li Shaodian has a seven-star birthmark on his forearm."
Everyone held their breath, waiting for the truth to be revealed, whether this person was the legendary Yangzhou talent Li Shaodian.
As soon as the young master finished speaking, he unpreparedly rolled up Xie Fu's sleeves, exposing a section of his forearm. Everyone gathered to look at it carefully. Although there were many scars on the forearm, there were no birthmarks.
"Ah, no!" The regret was evident on his face.
This young master did not believe in evil, so he rolled up Xie Fu's sleeves, almost exposing his entire arm, but still did not see the seven-star birthmark.
"Ah, no." The voice in the audience was extremely disappointed. Could it be that Li Shaodian didn't exist at all and was just a collection of talented people from Yangzhou.
Xie Fu smiled and said, "I already said I wasn't."
The young master who grabbed Xie Fu's arm murmured: "Did everyone, Hengmei, lie to me..."
Suddenly thinking of something, I grabbed Xie Fu's other hand and rolled up his sleeve. The seven-star birthmark on his forearm was clearly visible.
Everyone in the audience suddenly stood up: "Li Shaodian!"
Xie Fu said "Uh", but the hall instantly exploded.
The crowd was so enthusiastic that they no longer cared about their demeanor and rushed forward, as if they were afraid that Li Shaodian would slip away.
However, the previous experience of impersonating Li Shaodian made everyone feel depressed. In addition, Xie Fu's shocking song just now, and now it is discovered that he is actually Li Shaodian himself. All these things make people extremely excited.
The older one is fine, but the younger ones are already vying to get to know and admire him: "Li Shaodian."
"Thank you, Fu."
"Master Li."
"Thank you, Fu."
"The romantic wanderer."
"Thank you, Fu."
"The Five Night Royal Women."
"Thank you, Fu."
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