While he was in a daze, he suddenly heard Taoist Lin and Batulu talking. The sound came from the street outside the house.
Hearing the two voices, Changsheng hurriedly got out of bed, opened the door and walked to the street. He took a few steps to follow the two of them, "Daozhang Lin, I heard that the third brother said that you are going out to do errands. Can I help you in any way?"
Taoist priest Lin smiled and said, "We appreciate your kindness. Let's go back and rest."
Seeing what Chang Sheng wanted to say, Batulu on the side said, "You know what we are going to do and you want to follow us. Go back quickly and don't cause trouble."
Hearing what Batulu said, Changsheng knew that he really couldn't help, so he could only stop and watch the two of them go north.
After the two of them walked away, they were about to turn around and go back. Suddenly they saw a villager selling red fruits not far away, so they walked over and bought some and carried them back with their clothes.
Returning to the yard, he asked the shopkeeper for a few pottery bowls, washed the red fruits, filled a few and knocked on the door of the second son Li Zhongyong's room.
Li Zhongyong opened the door and let Changsheng in. He was fiddling with something at the table while talking to Changsheng.
There was a pile of strange things on the table in the middle of the room. They were made of different materials. Some were carved from wood, and some seemed to be made from metal. In addition, there were some bottles and jars. The room was filled with strong aroma. Smell of saltpeter and sulfur.
"Second brother, what are you doing?" Changsheng asked curiously.
"I'm thinking about Mozi." Li Zhongyong replied casually.
Changsheng didn't quite understand what Li Zhongyong meant. Seeing that he was busy and had no intention of talking to him, he wisely withdrew, returned to the room, took the pottery bowl filled with red fruits, and knocked on the door of the third child, Chen Liqiu.
Chen Liqiu opened the door with a writing brush in his hand.
It was rude to not let people in when someone came to deliver something, not to mention that Chen Liqiu liked Changsheng very much, so he warmly welcomed him in, took a red fruit and sat at the table, chewing it and writing with a pen.
"Third brother, you are busy, I won't disturb you anymore." Changsheng wanted to leave.
"It's okay, just sit down for a while." Chen Liqiu persuaded him to stay.
After hearing what Chen Liqiu said, Chang Sheng was not in a hurry to leave. When he saw a bench next to the door, he bent down to take it and sat down next to the door.
"Why are you sitting so far away? Come and sit here like a bitch." Chen Liqiu said.
"You are writing a letter." Changsheng said.
"I wrote mine, and you..." Chen Liqiu reacted at this point, "Oh, you kid can't read, can you?"
"Well, I know a little bit." Changsheng nodded.
"It's rare, who taught you this?" Chen Liqiu asked casually.
"It turns out there is an old gentleman in Murakami, and I went to his house to learn calligraphy during the slack season." Changsheng replied.
Chen Liqiu smiled and said, "Then you sit by the door. You can't read what I write."
"Third brother, do you have a sweetheart?" Changsheng asked. Chen Liqiu was the most easy-going among them, and he also liked Chen Liqiu very much.
"That's natural. I'm so handsome and suave, how could no one like me?" Chen Liqiu half-joked.
Changsheng smiled, stood up and said goodbye, "Third brother, you are busy, I will give some fruits to Fourth Sister."
Chen Liqiu chewed the red fruit and responded vaguely.
Changsheng then knocked on the door of the fourth son Tian Mayumi's room. There were differences between men and women. He didn't want to enter the house, but Tian Mayumi only said that he had something to give him and insisted on letting him in.
Like Chen Liqiu, Tian Zhengong was originally writing something at the table, but she was not writing a letter, but recording something in a thick notebook. When Tian Zhengong was unpacking the baggage, Chang Sheng glanced at it unintentionally. However, he found that the writing on the writing was very different from common Chinese characters, and he did not recognize more than half of the writing.
After a while, Tian Mayumi turned around, holding a flute in his hand, "This is for you."
Changsheng glanced at Tian Zhengong in confusion, and then looked down at the flute. The flute was all green and had a restrained aura. It turned out to be a jade flute carved from a whole piece of green jade.
Naturally, he couldn't ask for such a rare and valuable thing, so he waved his hands and firmly refused.
Tian Zhengong couldn't help but put the flute into Changsheng's hand, "I'm not good at playing it, so it's useless to keep it. If you take it, you can make the best use of it."
Seeing the panic on Changsheng's face and eager to hand it back, Tian Zhengong hurriedly said, "This flute is not my old thing, but I got it halfway. Your flute was left in Lao Niu's grave, so I will give it to you." Here you go, you can also use it when playing Taoist music in the future."
Before Changsheng could speak, Tian Mayumi changed the subject, "By the way, do you know the music score?"
Chang Sheng shook his head.
"Then can you memorize the five tones by heart?" Tian Zhenyong asked again.
Changsheng nodded.
"Okay, let's practice it first. I will pluck the strings in front and you will imitate the playing." Tian Zhenyumi said.
After Tian Zhengong said this, without waiting for Changsheng to express his position, he walked to the bedside, put on his clothes and took out a musical instrument wrapped in black cloth.
After Tian Zhengong pulled off the black cloth, Changsheng discovered that it was a five-string pipa.
Tian Zhenyong sat down at the table with his pipa in his arms. He reached out and flipped through the thick notebook. After a while, he found a piece of music score from it. He took a deep breath and started playing.
After playing for a while, Tian Zhenyong stopped, tilted his head and looked at Changsheng, waiting for him to play and imitate.
"You finish playing first, and then I'll play." Changsheng said.
"Have you played this piece before?" Tian Mayumi was quite surprised.
"I haven't blown it, nor have I heard it." Changsheng shook his head.
"You only listen to it once and you can remember the whole song?" Tian Zhenyong was dubious.
"I don't know, let's give it a try." Changsheng sneered.
After hearing what he said, Tian Zhenyong immediately finished the song. She played the song "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night", which was composed in the early Tang Dynasty. It is also the most famous representative work of the pipa instrument.
After the lingering sound of the pipa dissipated, Chang Sheng began to play the horizontal flute. It was his first time to play the jade flute. Unexpectedly, the jade flute sounded much better than the bamboo flute. The attack note was too high, so he had no choice but to walk high and move smoothly. , done in one go.
After Chang Sheng finished playing, Tian Zhenyong frowned slightly. She frowned not because Chang Sheng didn't play well, but because Chang Sheng played so well that he was comparable to a professional musician. She suspected that Chang Sheng had played this piece before.
"You're playing very well. Let's play another song." Tian Zhenyong said.
Changsheng nodded.
This time, Mayumi Tian did not look at the music score again, but closed her eyes and pondered for a moment, and started playing directly.
Although Changsheng didn't understand the music, he could tell that the music played by Tian Mayumi was very sad, and the emotion of nostalgia was very strong.
After Tian Zhen finished playing the bow, Chang Sheng began to imitate again. Knowing the characteristics of the jade flute, he played it very accurately. He had not yet come out of the sadness of losing Lao Huang, so playing this piece of music made him quite uncomfortable.
Fortunately, in the middle of playing, Chen Liqiu couldn't stand it anymore and shouted loudly from the next room, "Hey, hey, fourth brother, what are you doing? Can you do something festive?"
Hearing Chen Liqiu's call, Changsheng stopped, and Tian Zhengong, who had been listening with his eyes closed, also opened his eyes.
"It's very good." Tian Zhenyong sighed.
Worried that the other party would suspect him of cheating, Changsheng explained in a low voice, "I really haven't heard this piece of music."
"I know," Tian Mayumi nodded slowly, "This song "Sakura Blossoms in My Hometown" is a song from our place. You can't have heard it."
Changsheng didn't know how to answer the question, so he had to remain silent and stand aside.
Tian Zhenyong seemed to have thought of something, his eyes were blurred, and he didn't speak for a long time.
Changsheng wanted to leave, but he didn't know what to do with the flute in his hand. He had played this flute before. It didn't seem good to return it, but it didn't seem appropriate to take such a valuable thing away like this.
Finally, Tian Zhenyong came to his senses, smiled at Changsheng and said, "I didn't expect you to have such a talent for music. If you perform rituals in the future, no one will play the flute."
Chang Sheng was a little embarrassed and smiled awkwardly.
Tian Zhenyong said again, "You should go back and rest first. Take the flute and don't refuse anymore."
After hearing what Tian Mayumi said, Changsheng could only say thank you, accept it, and leave.
Back in the room, Changsheng lay on the bed. This time he really couldn't hold on anymore. A series of changes made him physically and mentally haggard. After closing his eyes, he quickly fell asleep.
When I woke up, it was the middle of the night. I wasn't woken up from sleep, but was awakened by a loud noise. The loud noise was like muffled thunder. It seemed to have happened nearby, and the furnishings in the room trembled.
Just when Chang Sheng was eager to open the door and run out to see what was going on, he met Chen Liqiu who also opened the door and came out. Compared with his panic, Chen Liqiu seemed much calmer, shaking his head and sighing, with a look of helplessness on his face.
"Third brother, have you heard any strange noise?" Changsheng asked.
"I'm not deaf." Chen Liqiu said casually.
"What's going on?" Changsheng asked.
Before Chen Liqiu could answer, Changsheng noticed smoke coming out of the room where Li Zhongyong lived, "No, there's a fire in my second brother's room."
"Why are you so angry?" Chen Liqiu stretched out, "This is not the first time. Don't worry about him. Let's go and go out for a walk."
Changsheng didn't know why, so he decided to go over and check it out, but seeing that Chen Liqiu was so calm, and that neither Li Zhongyong nor Tian Zhengong, who lived next door to Li Zhongyong, opened the door, he knew that similar things might have happened many times before, and they seemed to be used to it. .
Following Chen Liqiu to the street, he turned around and happened to see Li Zhongyong who was opening the window for ventilation. Li Zhongyong had unkempt hair and many traces of burns on his eyebrows.
Li Zhongyong felt a little embarrassed when he found Changsheng looking at him. He smiled awkwardly at Changsheng and turned back from the window.
Changsheng was confused, so he walked a few steps quickly to catch up with Chen Liqiu who was walking in front, "Third brother, what are second brothers doing?"
"I'm seeking death," Chen Liqiu said casually.
Changsheng didn't know why, so he tilted his head to look at him.
Chen Liqiu had no choice but to say, "Hey, ever since he got a copy of Mozi, he hasn't stopped. He messes around every time he gets some free time. He has exploded several times. This time, the movement is relatively small. Last time, he was messing around. Qizhou blew up all the inns."
After Chen Liqiu finished speaking, he bought two rice cakes from the roadside and handed one to Changsheng. Then he continued, "Don't you dare live next door to him without seeing me? You should stay away from him in the future."
"What is Mozi?" Changsheng asked.
"An ancient book that records the creation of the agency." Chen Liqiu replied.
Seeing Chang Sheng's confused look, Chen Liqiu said casually, "You can't possibly know that thing. It is an ancient book from the Spring and Autumn Period. It was banned in Qin Dynasty and was burned. The bundle of bamboo slips he got is a unique and unique book. "
"Since it's an only copy, where did he get it from?" Changsheng asked.
"Where else could it be? In the tomb," Chen Liqiu chewed on the piece of rice cake. "Master just doesn't let us take the gold and silver in the tomb, but he never forbids us from taking the ancient books and collections."
Chen Liqiu came back to his senses at this point, tilted his head and looked at Changsheng. Seeing the stunned look on Changsheng's face, he smiled awkwardly, "Hey, I seem to have let something slip..."
