Rebirth of Guqin

It is very old, but the error in the sound of the piano is very small. Compared with the situation that the sound of the piano has a little error every day, this piano was tuned by someone at least a month ago.

And the tuner is very professional, at least more professional than him.Without the help of a tuner, he can only tune the piano almost to the correct tone. No matter how sensitive he is to the sound, he can't tune each tone to the correct tone out of thin air.

A month ago, plus this master knew Tang Qingzhi, and Tang Qingzhi returned there for almost a month.Zhou Yiqing felt that he seemed to be able to know something.

Forget it, flicking his hands on the strings, Zhou Yiqing shook off the messy things in his mind, and sank all his thoughts into the guqin in front of him.

He didn't believe that the person who had already walked under his "control" for a while would not reveal his flaws when he heard his piano again.

The left hand is still relaxed on the seven emblems, and the right hand starts from the seven strings and brushes downwards. It seems that there is a flow of lake water out of thin air. Looking up, the sunset is just right.

A small boat passed in front of it, breaking the continuous water pattern, and then expanding and expanding the new water pattern infinitely, going away circle after circle, as if there was no end to the distance.

The sudden intrusion of the boat was like adding the most discordant factor to this naturally harmonious world.

Always remember the sunset at Xiting, drunk and do not know where to return.Going back to the boat late at the end of the day, strayed into the depths of the lotus root flowers.Fighting for crossing, fighting for crossing, startled a pool of gulls and herons.

Everything in front of me seems to confirm the only picture I can think of. When I returned, it was already sunset, sitting on the boat, I looked at the lotus, and I listened to the voice of gulls, as if I could do nothing but be intoxicated .

In Zhouzhu and Huating, a flat boat is idle, and a few gulls and herons pass by occasionally.Watching the lotus slowly stretch out its delicate and beautiful flower skirt, watching the elegant fragrance and the wings of egrets entwined and flying, seeing the green lotus leaves floating on the quiet and elegant lake, half the sound, but not the slightest ripple.

Natural to carve, free to iron your heart.I am on my way home, facing such a scene, should I stop or stay?Do you sit down or turn around and leave?My heart is full of conflicts, but I still don't know it.

Just stop, this may be the only chance for me to stop.Take out the simple fishing rod from the cabin, and just put it in the water.

No more bait, no more fish.Sitting on the bow of this boat, in this small place, please allow me to sink, even if only for a short moment.

Zhishui Zhan Hanbo.Sitting in the middle of the river, holding a pole in hand, wearing a straw hat on his head, and wearing smoke in his clothes.On the river, go fishing in an empty boat, or sleep idle, or lie drunk.Before I knew it, the sun had set, but I still refused to leave.

Radial orchid oars ride the moon to float the waves, the river is empty and the people are quiet and the night is vast, and autumn is prosperous.Zheli Jinbiao recommends coolness, looks at sand gulls and egrets, and forgets each other in pairs.How long to go, the boat is still rippling, watching Jinghong roaring across the water town.Xicheng wave plus iron, white dew lingering.

Stop at a moment, sit and forget for a moment.I don't want to go down when the boat reaches the edge of Zhuzhu.

I still remember when I was a child, when I was studying literature at home, I learned that there is a word "Wang Ji" which is a Taoist language, which means to forget the mind of calculation and deceit, to be content and calm, and to be indifferent to the world.

So, even at my stage, can I still forget my calculations and tricks, be content and indifferent, and stand aloof from the world?

Maybe it's just a dream, a dream too good to be true.

Such beauty makes me rather intoxicated.Such beauty makes me reluctant to wake up.

Just keep sinking like this, don't wake up again.Let me sink into this place where I can close my eyes and think quietly, and let the sand gulls and egrets circle my mind.If it is possible, please let my state of mind suddenly become enlightened with the flight of the sand gull.

The water of the lake where the lotus stands still is so light and distant, it quietly told me the secret that the sea weng forgets the plane and the gulls do not fly.Such an ethereal place seems to be able to flow out the unity of nature and man, and the feelings of forgetting things and me, purifying me.

But, is this tranquility, this tranquil beauty, a warm little dream, or the last confusion before entering hell?

I never knew, and I don't want to think about it.

Maybe I know it, it's just that this kind of time makes me want to linger too much.

The final water pattern is still spreading to the distance, but it is getting farther and farther away, and it is becoming less and less obvious.The new water pattern became round and small again, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't reach its place.

"Instructor, you don't have to pretend." Walking in front of the chef who had been preparing food for him all this time, Zhou Yiqing, who had not healed his leg injury after sitting on the ground, was a little bumpy in his walk.

Instructor Yan, who was still immersed in Zhou Yiqing's "Oulu Wangji", woke up the moment he heard Zhou Yiqing's voice.

Every time I see this situation, Zhou Yiqing always feels amazing. It seems that the "control" state that is effective against everyone, becomes a relatively rare work of art when facing Instructor Yan. If you are fascinated, you can put it aside immediately: "Thank you, instructor, for the meal you cooked for me recently. Except for Qingzhi's, this is the best I have ever eaten."

At the most critical moment, Zhou Yiqing still didn't forget to make things difficult for the castle master who was watching them from somewhere.

Instructor Yan shook his head. Although Zhou Yiqing was kind, he overturned all his arrangements: "How are you doing?"

"That's it." Zhou Yiqing twitched the corners of his mouth, and the most perfect smile like Tang Qingzhi was hung on his face: "Although the injury is not serious, but now I can move. And the owner of this place , After seeing me on the first day, there was no news."

"Really?" Something flashed in Instructor Yan's eyes, which made Zhou Yiqing feel very satisfied: "Then take good care of yourself."

Zhou Yiqing nodded: "Of course, I have to rush back to see Qingzhi."

Hearing Zhou Yiqing's words, Instructor Yan opened his mouth to say something, but swallowed it back.Shaking his head, he watched Zhou Yiqing leave in front of him with Qin in his arms.

Forget it, he should not get involved in these people's affairs.

It's just that Zhou Yiqing with this appearance is more and more suitable for them.

Back in the room, Zhou Yiqing was ready for the owner of the castle to come to him at any time.After all, in their conversation, apart from Qingzhi, it was Instructor Yan.

He didn't believe that that person would let go of such an opportunity.

Picking up the bell and shaking it, Zhou Yiqing tore a few sheets of paper from the notebooks in the room, crumpled them into balls, and put them aside.

In less than a minute, the door was opened as usual, and the figure of the maid appeared at the door, just like any time before: "Help me throw these away." Next to the ball of paper is an open book and The pen fell down, and some messy minus words in the notebook were densely packed all over the entire page, and the mess could not be completed.

The maid picked up the ball of paper, and then left straight away. If it was a ghost, she didn't say a word, and she didn't make any noise when she was doing things or walking.

He's done what he needs to do.All that's left is to recuperate well, and then continue to fight with the so-called master.

Zhou Yiqing let out a big yawn, picked up the cake that was put aside, and stuffed it into his mouth as food.There is no phone here, and I don't know if Long Ziqi is busy. The phone was disconnected too quickly that day, and he didn't know about the so-called party school incident.

I hope Long Ziqi won't be too worried about him.Although he knew it was impossible not to worry.

After eating, Zhou Yiqing planned to take another good sleep.It was too reluctant to use the "control" state just now, and the little strength he finally recovered was basically exhausted.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the state of "control" is closely related to his own state, he wouldn't just run to play now.Although this state is very strong, it has too many restrictions on him.

Lying carelessly on the bed, Zhou Yiqing took off his clothes, covered the quilt and fell asleep carefree.And in the room where Zhou Yiqing knew but didn't know the location, the owner of the castle looked at the sleeping Zhou Yiqing, picked up the crystal clear glass, and slowly tasted the red liquid in the glass.

Perhaps, the liquid in the glass is only so red because of the brightness of the room.

Chapter 81: Confrontation

"Guest, the master invites you to go to his place." The maid opened the room, looked at Zhou Yiqing who was sleeping soundly in his sleep, and amplified her voice to complete the task perfectly.

Lying on the bed, Zhou Yiqing frowned, as if he heard the sound of mosquitoes in his dream, he lifted the quilt up, turned over, and continued to sleep.

"Guest, Master invites you to go to his place." The maid was still a certain distance away from Zhou Yiqing, and she tried her best to keep that distance, unwilling to get close.

Turning over, Zhou Yiqing still couldn't be woken up by the maid. With his eyes closed, he looked sweetly immersed in a dreamland, and he didn't deserve to be beaten.

It's true, Zhou Yi usually wakes up, either relying on the alarm clock, or Long Ziqi calling someone directly, or Tang Qingzhi's hands and feet very patiently, as softly as this maid, who is still unwilling to approach him. Really never.

Since it has never happened, naturally there has never been a successful routine.

Probably a little impatient, the maid was still expressionless, and she walked without making any sound, but she went out of the room, and when she returned to the room, she had an extra alarm clock in her hand.

Adjust the alarm clock to the current time, and then throw the alarm clock on Zhou Yiqing's bed while still maintaining that fixed distance.