Rebirth of waste materials to save the world

After Qian Yue finished speaking, he walked towards the pavilion in the building amidst the din of voices.Qian Yue just wanted to reach out to lift the curtain in front of her eyes, but the man in purple preempted her.

The man in purple stretched out his bony right hand, opened layers of curtains, and said in a magnetic voice, "My lord, please." This scene gave Qian Yue a feeling of deja vu, and the man in purple did it very skillfully.

Qian Yue walked in and said softly: "Thank you, young master, let's come in together."

The man in purple followed him unceremoniously, and gave Qian Yue a very bright smile. His peach blossom eyes, which were as bright as stars, became fascinated. Through the white gauze, Qian Yue was stunned for a moment. It seems that they don't exist anymore.

The man in purple was very satisfied with the effect, and reminded in a low voice: "My lord, it's time to play."

"Ah, haha, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Qian Yue's cheeks behind the white gauze immediately flushed when she heard this voice. He is a man, and he is committing a nympho to another man. Really, How rude.

"Young Master, if you like Mu Mu's face, Mu Mu is willing to stay here every day for you to see, what do you think?" The man in purple leaned down slightly, and looked directly at Qian Yue, as if he could see through the white gauze. .

The man was a full head taller than Qian Yue. Qian Yue's height of 1.8 meters was not considered short, but compared to the man's height of 1.9 meters, she seemed a bit petite.

After hearing what he said, Qian Yue felt even more embarrassed when she saw it. She blushed like a cooked shrimp. She stepped back two steps awkwardly, accidentally tripped, and sat directly behind the piano table. on the chair.

Seeing this, the man immediately frowned, with a look of self-blame in his eyes, approached him, and asked worriedly: "Master, are you all right?"

Qian Yue said shyly: "No problem." After finishing speaking, she turned her head away from looking at him, her fingers hidden in her sleeves were tightly touching the red clothes, she was clearly a stranger, but because he was so good-looking Well, Qian Yue was not angry when she said these provocative words.

But Qianyue is obviously not the kind of person who would get lost because of her beauty, how come it doesn't work for him, Qianyue is also at a loss.

"Sorry, I was rude." The man in purple apologized.

Seeing his expression, Qian Yue felt a little bit sad, wanted to comfort the person in front of her, and said: "My lord, there is no need to apologize, Qian Yue is really fine, but Qian Yue was a little rude just now, please don't blame me, my lord."

The man stretched his brows, said with a smile: "Well, then Mu Mu can rest assured." Then he sat on the round stool next to him.

Qian Yue glanced at him secretly, and thought: "I heard him say his name is Mu Mu twice, it seems that this is his name." Thinking, Qian Yue breathed a sigh of relief, and the blush on her cheeks gradually dissipated , he said softly: "I'm going to start."

"it is good."

As he said that, Qian Yue untied the Qin behind his back, and he gently untied the silk cloth, revealing Qin's true face.

This is a seven-stringed guqin. The panel of the piano is made of thousand-year-old glazed fir wood, and the strings are made of silkworm silk, which is extremely tough.

And the outermost layer of the piano is even covered with a layer of crystal colored jade for protection, and colorful streamers flash across it from time to time. This piano is definitely the best of the top grades, and these materials alone are extremely difficult to find.

The man in purple looked at the zither, a look of deep meaning flashed across his eyes, and then he continued to watch Qian Yue's movements.

After so long, the people outside have been waiting quietly, they can't see clearly through the curtain, they only know what the two of them are talking about, and then Qian Yue put down the piano, ready to play.

Qian Yue folded the qin cloth and put it aside, took off the white gauze from her head and put it on top of the qin cloth, if she wears it, it will affect her playing the qin.

The moment the white gauze was taken off, the purple-clothed man's eyes suddenly widened, and his eyes were full of stinging expressions. Although he had known for a long time that his head was full of white hair, it was still difficult to accept.

Qian Yue didn't take it seriously, he was used to it, when he was wearing a veil, his hair was all loose, and the three thousand snow silks were extremely holy.

Qianyue's gentle eyebrows and eyes did not lose the masculinity of a man, and she couldn't help but want to say: "My son is like jade, he is unparalleled on the road, his skin is like fat, his eyes are like stars, his eyebrows are like black ink, and his lips are like peach petals."

The man in purple propped his chin with one hand, as if he was looking at the radiant guqin, but he kept sneaking eyes on Qian Yue. Yue got angry and drove herself away.

Qian Yue didn't realize that he was being scrutinized, he untied the white hair tied under his wrist, and half-tucked his hair casually, a strand of white hair fell from his temple, Qian Yue didn't care about him, Let him hang down to his chest.

Then Qian Yue put her fingers on the strings, the ten joints were distinct, the fingers were as white as jade and slender, as if they were born for playing the piano.

With a sound of "Ding", from the Guqin and his fingertips, the entire noisy brothel fell silent instantly, everyone stared at the pavilion in the building, the sky outside also darkened, and the quiet air reverberated playing the piano.

Seeing that the crowd had calmed down, Qian Yue slowly closed his eyes, and a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It was as intoxicating as the spring breeze in March, fascinating people's eyes. The man in purple who was sitting beside him couldn't help but look at Crazy, and then narrowed his eyes, listening to the music.

Qianyue's well-articulated knuckles slide and provoke on the strings, and the sound of the piano echoes in the building in vain. There is fortitude in the euphemism, and a trace of sadness in the joy. For a while, it is as majestic as a mountain and flowing water After a while, it is soft and trickling like a gurgling stream.

The people in the building are immersed in the sound of the zither. If you look carefully, you can see golden light lingering around the pavilion, and these golden lights slowly weave into a winding moon, but with the sound of the zither The stop, suddenly dissipated.

Many people sitting outside were listening with their eyes closed, and didn't see this scene. Even if some people saw it, they disappeared in a blink of an eye. They just felt that they were blinking.

But unlike the man sitting in the pavilion, he had a panoramic view of this scene. He didn't expect that even if he sealed the magic power, such a strange scene would still appear.

After finishing the song, Qian Yue smiled faintly at the man in purple, loosened her fingers, and put her hand on the piano again. For some reason, a particularly sad melody suddenly played in his mind, and Qian Yue moved He flicked it out with his fingertips, and the first quarter moon appeared again.

When the listeners in the building heard the second piano piece, they seemed to be infected by this sadness. Some people cried out, and the man's eyes changed suddenly when he heard this piece. He is so happy that he can remember this song even after he lost his memory.

After Qian Yue finished singing, he untied his hair, put the veil back on, put the piano on his back, and said to the man: "If you don't mind, please go to the attic with Qian Yue, thank you for saving your life just now." kindness."

"Okay." The man in purple didn't refuse him, so he followed him to the top floor of Qingsi Pavilion.

And the lecturers in the building scattered after the piano music was over, and those who stayed were for the spring night.

In the process of going upstairs, Qian Yue kept thinking about what happened before returning to the building, he almost thought that his life was in danger, but luckily the people behind him saved him.

It turned out that Qian Yue, who was supposed to go to worship at the beginning of the month, accidentally caught a cold, so he had to go there after the cold had cleared up. There were a lot of problems when he went.

Qian Yue has lived for nearly 1000 years, and he has never been ill. What's even more strange is that when he woke up, he was seriously injured, but somehow he didn't die. He didn't know why he would live forever. Living in such a daze.

This time the temple worship at Yaochi Mountain was held on the thirteenth day of Dongyue due to illness, and he planned to come back the next day, but who would have expected that the heavy snow would directly block his way down the mountain, and he stayed for an extra day.

One day later, the snow on Yaochi Mountain still did not decrease. In order to hurry back and play before it was too late, Qian Yue abandoned his horse and walked down the mountain by himself.

The servant persuaded him to fly the pigeon to pass the letter back and postpone the performance, but Qian Yue is a stubborn person, and has changed countless identities to work as a luthier in Qingsi Pavilion for thousands of years, but the date of the performance has not changed, how can he say it has changed? Just change, just insist on going down the mountain.

The road down the mountain was extremely bumpy, with seven turns and eight turns, and the road was extremely narrow, only enough for one person to walk on horseback, but not too fast. Qian Yue supported the mountain wall and walked down slowly with her piano on her back.

Unexpectedly, when she reached a corner, because the snow was too thick, she didn't know what to step on when she stepped down, and she stepped directly on a stone. Qian Yue lost her balance, her body was unstable, and she fell straight down the cliff.

Qian Yue closed his eyes in despair. Just when he thought he was going to finish playing, he suddenly felt a pair of strong hands wrapping around his waist. When he opened his eyes, he was already in a carriage. Another man in purple clothes and purple pupils looked at him deeply.

The man in purple looked at him with extremely complicated eyes, as if there were longing, nostalgia, self-blame, pain, everything, the man just looked at him blankly and didn't speak, Qian Yue took the initiative to say: "Thank you for saving my life, young master. ,"

When the man heard Qian Yue calling him that, his pupils dilated, and he asked in surprise, "You, what did you call me?"

"Young Master." Qian Yue looked confused when asked, he didn't know this person, he didn't know his name, what else could he call him.

The man's hand couldn't help stroking Qian Yue's white hair, and said with a painful expression: "My lord, do you really not remember anything, don't you remember me?"

Seeing the man's hand on her hair, Qian Yue realized that the white gauze covering her face and hair had fallen off, but because of the sadness in his eyes she didn't escape, she asked in surprise: "My lord, you know me. "