Xiao Qiuhan and Ao Feier just looked at each other quietly, unable to bear to look away anymore. At this moment, a drizzle suddenly started falling outside the window. There is a moon in the lake, a boat under the moon, and you in the boat. This life is destined to happen. The sun was setting in the west, and so much time had passed without realizing it. The sky was dark, the night was hazy, and there was drizzle and breeze, which gave it a unique mood.
The two of them just looked at each other. In their eyes, there was me in you and you in me. Time seemed to have stopped. The mood of the two of them at this moment was extremely peaceful and comfortable, as if they had found each other's harbor. They didn't speak, just looked at each other quietly, enjoying this moment of tranquility together. They all hope that this peace will never end.
"Miss, your favorite drink is West Lake Longjing. I've brewed it for you. Master, you can try it too. Hey, why don't you light a lamp?" At this time, the maid just pushed in the door and broke the relationship. Very peaceful.
She was holding a tray in her hand, and inside the tray was a set of exquisite tea sets. There is a trace of hot steam rising out of the teapot, and an alluring aroma of tea floats, but it is refreshing.
The maid put down the tray in her hand and lit the candles in the room. It turned out that unconsciously, the sky was getting dark. After lighting the candles, the maid poured them each a cup of tea and then exited the room, leaving the remaining time to the two people in the room. The candlelight flickered, accompanied by the heartbeats of the two people, as if they were telling each other's heartbeats.
After being interrupted by the maid, Ao Feier's face flashed with a hint of blush. She quickly lowered her head and stirred the hem of her skirt with both hands, not knowing what she was thinking. Xiao Qiuhan also smiled awkwardly when he saw this. No matter what, it was indeed impolite to stare at a girl all the time.
The two of them were silent, not knowing what to say. Suddenly, they raised their heads in unison, looked at each other again, and smiled at each other. The previous embarrassment and shyness also inadvertently disappeared. At this moment, the two hearts were slowly approaching each other inadvertently.
But at this moment, Ao Feier seemed to remember something. Her original joyful mood also dissipated in an instant. She frowned slightly and sighed in her heart. Some people may shine brilliantly in their lives at a certain moment. But maybe in the journey of my life, I am just a passerby.
Some people appear but cannot be erased; even if they leave, they will remain in my heart. Even if I haven't seen you for many years, I will still miss you. Even if you don't think about it for many years, once it appears, it can make you give up everything. But fate is so wonderful, and similarly, fate is also so cruel.
Xiao Qiuhan seemed to be aware of Ao Feier's worry at this time, and there was an unreasonable pain in his heart. It seemed that from this moment on, his mood would change with Ao Feier's joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. When she is happy, he will laugh with her; when she is sad, he will cry with her.
Ao Feier turned her head slightly and looked at the drizzle outside the window, but she fell into deep thought. She slowly raised her hand, placed it on the guqin in front of her, and started playing slowly. The sound of her piano is like resentment, admiration, weeping and complaining, making those who hear it burst into tears. This song incorporates her emotions, making people immersed in it and secretly sad. The song she was playing at this time was "Xiaoxiang Night Rain".
At this time, the music of the piano came from the boat. Although it was drizzling, the tourists by the West Lake all stopped to listen. Some people were infected by the music and began to become depressed. Ao Feier played and played, slowly leaving a line of clear tears, which wetted the white gauze covering her face, which was particularly pitiful.
"Xiaoxiang Night Rain" was written by Ma Zhiyuan, a poet of the Yuan Dynasty. It describes a wanderer who is far away from his hometown. It has a strong sense of homesickness and also a sense of separation. This song is melancholy and full of twists and turns, making people sad and unable to help but shed tears when listening to it. At this time, when the song was played, many foreigners and the sad man who were playing by the Qinhuai River were all moved by the scene and wept silently when they heard the music.
"Madam, I miss you so much, but I don't know if you still hate me." What no one noticed was that somewhere on the bank of the West Lake. An old man with white hair, listening to the sad tune, had a trace of reminiscence in his eyes.
He looked dreamily at the Leifeng Pagoda not far away, savoring the sadness of this tune. For so many years, he missed her all the time. As he listened, he could only turn his full of lovesickness into a sigh.
"Well, the years are long, and a thousand years in the mortal world is just a blink of an eye. It's been a thousand years, and we will soon be able to meet each other. As long as I can see you one last time and you can be well, all this will be worth it." Then The old man smiled slightly, with a hint of expectation in his eyes. A breeze blew by, but he disappeared. No one noticed his existence, as if he had never appeared.
Xiao Qiuhan listened to the music and looked at the tears in the corners of Ao Feier's eyes, but felt a pain in his heart for no reason. I don't know why, seeing her crying makes me feel so sad. How can we make her no longer sad? Suddenly, he had an idea. Since you play music with sadness, then I will use joy as music to relieve your worries.
"Is there something bothering Miss Ao?" Xiao Qiuhan smiled slightly, then took off the purple jade flute from his waist and started playing slowly. The sound of the flute echoes the sound of the piano, but it is different from the competitive music played by each other by the West Lake before.
Both of them are masters of music, and the music of the piano and flute suddenly began to play in harmony, intertwined with each other like a dragon playing with a phoenix. The sound of the flute mixed with the sound of the piano, complementing each other, reaches straight to the nine heavens. It is also a song "Xiaoxiang Night Rain", but Xiao Qiuhan is not sad when he plays it. Instead, he plays a hint of joy from the sad tune.
The same tune is played by one person playing the piano and the other playing the flute, but they are playing two completely different artistic conceptions. Gradually, Xiao Qiuhan's cheerful mood brought Ao Feier's sad mood. And Ao Feier, driven by the sound of Xiao Qiuhan's flute, played a tune that was no longer sad at all, but full of joy and joy.
On the bank of the West Lake, Xiao Qiuhan and Ao Fei'er's harmony of the piano and flute seemed like the sounds of nature from another world. Everyone was mesmerized when they heard it. Driven by the sound of Xiao Qiuhan's flute, all those who had been sobbing softly broke into laughter.
Being able to play a piece of music to the point where it arouses people's emotions is naturally a profound skill and is amazing. But if you can play a piece of music with the opposite artistic conception without any sense of dissonance, it would be like a myth.
"It's interesting." The white-haired old man by the West Lake appeared next to the broken bridge. He looked at the boat in the lake and nodded slightly. "The sound of the piano is the ultimate in music, but the sound of the flute is even more extreme. In the vast world of mortals for thousands of years, it is a life worth living to hear such fairy music in the last period of my life."
"We are destined to meet each other. I want to see who can play such fairy music." The white-haired old man smiled slightly, and his figure gradually changed from real to illusory, and disappeared in the wind.
