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In addition to selling musical instruments, this store also sells some calligraphy and paintings and the Four Treasures of the Study. The storefront is very large, and standing inside, Song Li couldn't help but feel nostalgic.

Although he and Dong Wu lived a rural life in the countryside, in the final analysis, Song Li is also a scholar and cultural person. Compared with cleaning and cooking every day, and hanging out with women, he would naturally yearn for poetry, writing, pen and ink, and music. Ear's more refined days.

So, standing in this shop, smelling the faint fragrance of ink and paper inside, Song Li's expression would involuntarily reveal a hint of yearning.

Dong Wu has been paying attention to Song Li, so he can naturally feel the changes in his mood. He has always known that Song Li reads a lot. Thinking that he must have read a lot of poetry and books at home before, following him now, he must still yearn for it in his heart. Previous life now!

A trace of bitterness and pity inevitably arose in Dong Wu's heart. After all, bitterness could not allow Song Li to live the life he longed for, and he cherished his experience and tenderness.

Dong Wu and Song Li's clothes were really not good, at least not as good as the clothes of ordinary people who entered this store.

There were two guys in the store, one of them was greeting a scholar-like customer, and the other guy who was idle would not be willing to entertain them if he hadn't seen Song Li's beauty, after all, Dong Wu and Song Li's The clothes and dresses really don't look like people who come to this kind of shop.

The guy was only about ten years old, he stared at Song Li twice more, and said in a mild tone, "What do you two want to see?"

Song Li looked up at Dong Wu, Dong Wu held his hand, and said to the guy, "I want to see Dongxiao, do you have it here?"

The guy thought that these two people came to see the hole flute. He thought they were looking at the pen and paper, so he led them through a door and into a room next to it, where there were various musical instruments. Sheng Xiao pipe flute, pipa, huqin, guqin, dulcimer, etc. are all available. Some are of ordinary quality, and some are slightly better. The better and more expensive ones are put away. Looking over, he touched the dulcimer on the shelf with his hand. The dulcimer made a clear sound, and the guy immediately stepped forward and said, "This is a dulcimer, and it's for knocking."

He thought Song Li didn't know how to use a musical instrument, so he came to remind him.

Song Li looked back at him, thinking that I naturally knew that the dulcimer was used for knocking. Seeing that this guy looked down on people, he really didn't want to talk to him, so he went to the place where the bamboo flute was placed, and took it from above. One up.

The bamboo flute is dark brown, round in color, smooth and warm to the touch. Holding it in his hand, Song Li seems to have returned to the days when his mother urged him to play. His apartment is in the last teacher's dormitory of the school. Upstairs there is a female teacher who plays the zither, she plays at home every night, Song Li will also stand on the balcony, outside the balcony is a tall sycamore tree, when the sycamore flowers bloom, his house is full of The scent of sycamore flowers, he picked up the flute and played "Three Lanes of Plum Blossoms" with the aunt's piano.

Song Li stroked the bamboo flute for a while. His hands were still round and white like a child's, and he lowered his long eyelashes slightly. He picked up the bamboo flute and played a few times gently. After the sound test, he felt that the tone was still good.

At this time, the sun came out from the clouds again, and the bright golden light came in from the window, and it was shining on a pot of beautifully trimmed crabapple flowers in the house. Song Li stood beside him, and his body was also covered with a layer of sun The soft halo, he played softly.

The sound of the flute is round and soft, with a kind of remote tranquility, elegant and noble, like spring, floating from the green mountains and green waters, with the fragrance of flowers and the breath of water, people can't help but be intoxicated by it, in that misty The soft music also softens the heart, as if the place is not in a room full of mortals, but in the mountains and rivers, above the clouds, people can dance with the wind...

Song Li only played for a few minutes. This body has never practiced playing, so he soon felt a little lack of energy. He took the hole flute from his mouth and looked at Dong Wu, who was staring at him obsessively. .

The red lips touched the bamboo flute lightly, and the white fingers moved. Dong Wu looked at Song Li, and he was already insane. When Song Li looked at him, he came back to his senses, smiled admiringly, and said, "You blow very well!" good!"

Song Li felt that his skills were clumsy, and he blushed a little when he praised him, his fair face flushed, more beautiful than any rouge, and said, "I haven't blown for a long time, I just felt a little uncomfortable, I need more practice That's fine, if you like to listen, I'll play some good songs for you after I finish practicing."

Dong Wu really wanted to go forward and hug him, but he couldn't, he could only stand there, silently looking at him with a gentle smile.

It was a pleasure for that guy to listen to Song Li's performance and match his appearance, and he couldn't help but lose the contempt just now, and was about to go forward to introduce him some better ones, a voice Then it rang out, "What the girl played just now is really wonderful. There are orchids in the empty mountains, bright moons in the remote mountains, and famous flowers with pistils. There is nothing better than this."

Because of the voice, both Song Li and Dong Wu looked over, and the guy also called out, "Second Young Master."

Song Li took a step towards Dong Wu, and said to Du Sheng who came in, "You are a ridiculous compliment. I haven't boasted about it for a long time. Just now, I just felt that my strength was insufficient, and it was really difficult to get everyone's ears. I just didn't expect to be here. When I saw you, did you come to buy musical instruments too?"

Dong Wu didn't know that Song Li knew the young master Pian Pianjia who walked in, so his expression sank.

Song Li didn't have any precautions against men, and when talking to Du Sheng, it didn't seem like a woman was avoiding her, but instead she was generous, as if she was talking to an acquainted friend.

Du Sheng felt very cordial and happy about this. Although Song Li was wearing a simple muslin dress, when he played the hole flute in his hand, he fascinated people like a famous flower in the country, and people couldn't help being fascinated. The tall man who was together, seeing the intimacy in their eyes and words, could imagine that this man should be the rude man who married Song Li. When Du Sheng saw Dong Wu dressed in coarse cloth and green clothes, he couldn't help feeling a sense of contempt and disgust in his heart , thinking how a rough man like him can marry such a beautiful, charming and elegant woman, he is simply an insult to Song Li, it is really flowers stuck in cow dung.

Although Du Sheng didn't like Dong Wu in his heart, he didn't show it on his face, he just ignored Dong Wu blindly, walked up to Song Li and said kindly, "I'm here to check, not to buy anything. I wonder if the injury on your arm is better, and those medicines are still useful?"

Song Li didn't expect that he was the owner of this shop. He asked about his injury. In fact, Song Li was very grateful to him for sending such useful medicine. The medicine prescribed can also heal the injury, but the injury will heal more slowly and hurt more, so I couldn't help but have a good impression of Du Sheng, smiled at him, and replied, "It's much better, thank you so much, The medicine you sent is very useful, but I'm afraid it's too expensive, so I'm not ashamed to take it."

Seeing Song Li being so kind to him, Du Sheng naturally felt even more relieved, and said happily, "It's good that the medicine is useful. If it's used up, I'll send someone to bring it to you."

Song Li quickly waved his hand, "No need, I will go back to the country home with Dong Wu tomorrow, it's just a skin trauma, I'm sorry to have you two boxes of medicine, how can I ask for more."

When Song Li mentioned Dong Wu, he slapped Dong Wu again, and looked up at him, with a dependence and warmth in his eyes that he didn't realize himself. Du Sheng felt his heart ache when he saw it, thinking , he is just a farmer, how can He De be treated so tenderly by you.

Said, "The things that can be bought with money are not really valuable things. Your injury is the most important thing. Don't worry about the medicine. After all, it will be bad if you leave a scar. Why don't you live in the city any more? After a while, it’s better to go back after recovering from the injury, after all, the doctors in the city are better.”

Song Li could feel that Dong Wu was unhappy. He didn't care at first, but later he realized that he was his wife. Talking to a man like this, he probably would really care about it.So he quickly replied to Du Sheng, "There are a lot of things to do at home, I really have to go back. Your kindness and I..." Song Li said, looking at Dong Wu, and then said awkwardly. The noun that came down, "...my husband understands it, thank you very much."

Du Sheng's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he looked at Dong Wu, thinking that Song Li's hands are used to play music, and his mouth is used to make beautiful voices. He just needs to sit there with such a beautiful face. It is pleasing to the eye, but this rude man in the country is her husband, and he wants to take her back to the country to work.

Du Sheng felt very uncomfortable, and wanted to say a few provocative words to Dong Wu, but Dong Wu had already put his arm around Song Li's shoulders, preemptively, and said, "It's really good for me to get your medicine. Thank you. It’s just that he is not used to the noisy and unpredictable life in the city, so it’s more comfortable to go back to the country and be at home. That way, he will be in a better mood, which will naturally benefit the recovery of his injuries. Presumably, the injuries will also heal soon.”

Song Li didn't expect Dong Wu to say such a thing. When he said that people were unpredictable, didn't he mean Du Sheng's people were unpredictable?

Du Sheng's face really changed, Song Li didn't want anything to happen, so he quickly pulled Dong Wu and said, "Dong Wu, let's go after picking out a bamboo flute, don't we have to buy something to take home, Chun Sister Ying also said that she likes the family's rouge, and I want to take a box home for her, what do you think?"

Dong Wu naturally agreed, and Song Li said to Du Sheng apologetically, "We have something to do today, if we have time in the future, let's talk again! Thank you for caring about my injury."

Du Sheng said, "You like the hole flute. Only a good jasper flute in this store can match you. I'll let someone fetch it for you."

Song Li quickly shook his head, "I'm really sorry, well, actually, we didn't bring much money, so we just plan to buy a cheap one. Don't buy anything good."

Du Sheng was a little surprised by Song Li's free and easy and frankness, and said, "Dong Xiao should send bosom friends, how can we talk about money."

Song Li smiled, and said, "Everything in this world is said to have a cause and an effect, but in fact, why can't it be said to be a variety of transactions. If you give me a hole flute, I really have nothing to exchange for you." Things, the money we can afford is only enough to buy a cheap one, take what we have money and ability to get, don’t have other fantasies in our minds, and be easy to be satisfied, this is what makes people feel at ease, and people can feel at ease Blessings of man, therefore, you must not give me the flute, as that will disturb my heart and make me unable to live a happy and peaceful life from now on?"

Song Li's words were naturally not only about himself, but also about Du Sheng, telling Du Sheng not to think about things he couldn't want.

Du Sheng never thought that Song Li could see the world so clearly at such a young age, so he could only laugh and said, "For your safety, you have to let the orb be covered with dust, and there will be no one to hear the flute."

Song Li shook his head and said, "Don't say that, I'm really just playing to make Dong Wu happy when I have nothing to do, I'm really not a person who is a master of music and art, and it makes me ashamed to say that the treasure is covered with dust, and it's hard to find a bosom friend. "

Song Li frowned slightly, and didn't want to talk to Du Sheng anymore, so he pulled Dong Wu, stood beside Dong Wu, and almost hid his whole body behind Dong Wu. Seeing him like this, Du Sheng naturally felt a sense of loss in his heart , thinking that she really had her heart and soul on her husband, so she had no choice but to stop talking.

Song Li went over to ask the prices of several bamboo flutes, took the cheapest one to test the sound, and whispered to Dong Wu on tiptoe, "If you don't have enough money, don't buy it!"

Song Li really felt that this was quite expensive, at least it could buy a lot of salt and sugar for the family, and he had to sell hundreds of catties of apricots to buy such a thing. He really felt sorry for Dong Wu's money.

Dong Wu smiled at him, "It's okay, let's buy it!"

Song Li handed the cheapest one to the clerk, saying that he wanted to buy it. This kind of clerk is smart and smart, how can he not see that the second young master of his family is interested in that beautiful little lady, and let them go with the bamboo flute? The shopkeeper at the front counter was very polite when paying the bill, and he didn't dislike the other party holding the cheapest bamboo flute. He rubbed it again and again. He obviously thought it was still a bit expensive. If you usually meet such customers, they will only be like this. Squinting at people will make the other party like to buy or not, so that they will not entertain them specially.

On the contrary, Du Sheng sighed deeply from behind, only regretting that the meeting was not before Song Li was married.

Dong Wu took out the money and bought the bamboo flute. When he went out, Song Li said goodbye to Du Sheng again, took the initiative to hold Dong Wu's hand, and looked at Dong Wu with a smile on his face, his eyes were full of joy and enthusiasm. gentle.

Du Sheng stood at the window watching, his heart was broken, he felt that although the sunshine on the street was bright, it also made people feel depressed.

Maybe he just thought that Song Li was beautiful and had a very special temperament before, but now he is stuck in it. Maybe it is the best thing that can never be obtained, and it makes people miss it even more, especially after seeing Dong Wu , the more he felt that a tall and rude countryman like Dong Wu was not good enough for Song Li, so the knot in his heart became deeper and harder to get out.

Originally, he was supposed to go back to Yunzhou City immediately after celebrating his mother's birthday, but because of Song Li's incident, he stayed here for several days.

That night, he couldn't sit still anymore, so he drew in the study, and drew the scene of Song Li blowing the flute that he saw that day. Naturally, he painted Dong Wu standing next to Song Li as himself, which can be regarded as I feel more balanced.

Looking at the painting, he thought of Song Li even more, thinking that his real person is naturally more beautiful than this painting, and has a style, and also has his own demeanor and wisdom.

Du Sheng heaved a long sigh, took out his favorite purple bamboo flute, and played a song. Zhi Dongxiao was wrapped up and sent to Uncle Dong Wu's house to be handed over to Song Li.