Peerless luthier

Had a great dinner today. (.)

After taking a bath, Zhong Li felt refreshed, and with Zhong Xiaoyi's gift, he felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Zhong Xiaoyi was struggling with a big lobster at the moment: it was said that it was made of fresh prawns, and Zhong Xiaoyi, who rarely ate seafood, had green eyes.

Huatian has always known the goods, and it circled around Zhong Xiaoyi's feet, Mimi screaming.

Dad came back after Ah Li finished bathing, his face was relaxed, and mother, like a young girl, excitedly pulled him to watch the lanterns at night in the courtyard, and the passing maidservants covered their mouths and laughed.

All in all it was a lot of fun.

Zhong Han smiled and said, "Do you know what day tomorrow is?"

Yan Hui pretended to be drinking the soup, but she was really paying attention to the reactions of the two children.

Zhong Yi and Zhong Li said in unison: "Mother's (mother's) birthday."

Zhong Yi and Zhong Li looked at each other, and the content of their eyes was extremely similar: surprise.

Zhong Yi answered quickly because his mother told him about it at noon. The question is why Ah Li reacted so quickly?

Zhong Li thought, Zhong Xiaoyi has always had a bad memory, although she cared about her parents, she was always a bit late when answering birthdays.

Yan Hui smiled happily: "You two remember Mother's birthday very well, Mother is happy."

Zhong Han also looked happy.

Zhong Li fell silent for a while, looking at his appearance, others must think he was thinking about some serious issues, only Zhong Xiaoyi knew that he was probably struggling with what to give his mother at this moment.

While her parents were talking intimately, Zhong Xiaoyi began to inquire about the situation.

Zhong Xiaoyi leaned over and said with a smile, "Ah Li, send me a lantern?"

Zhong Li didn't move, looked at him and said, "Then why don't you give me a flower field?"

Huatian heard Zhong Li call his name, and looked up from the cat food bowl: "Meow——"

Zhong Xiaoyi was speechless: "..."

Zhong Xiaoyi patted Zhong Li on the shoulder and said fawningly, "I'm not kidding anymore, this year I plan to play the piano for my mother."

Zhong Li took a few spoonfuls of soup and drank it slowly: "I remember you were like this the year before last."

Zhong Xiaoyi's expression froze.

After a while, Zhong Li, who was drinking soup, obviously felt Zhong Xiaoyi approaching him. He tugged at his sleeve and said softly, "Ah Li...how about we sing a song?"

Before Zhong Li could answer, he heard Zhong Han laughing and asking, "What are you talking about?"

Yan Hui also looked at them with a smile.

Zhong Xiaoyi was a little nervous for some reason: "Uh... talking and singing."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Han exchanged a glance with Yan Hui, and asked with interest, "You and Ah Li?"

Zhong Xiaoyi nodded decisively: "Yes, I sing bass."

Zhong Li twitched the corner of his mouth: When was this decided.

Yan Hui asked softly, "What about Ah Li?"

Zhong Xiaoyi replied with a smile: "Ah Li sings high notes."

"..."

At this time, there was no sound.

After being silent for a while, Zhong Han said with a dry smile, "Not bad, hehe, not bad."

Yan Hui covered her mouth and smiled, her shoulders trembled.

Zhong Xiaoyi was dragged back to the courtyard by Ah Li.

What are you doing back in the garden? ——Naturally watching Ah Li practice sword.

Zhong Yi couldn't figure out why Ah Li liked to let him stand aside and watch him practice sword in a daze.

Playing cool.

Zhong Yi pouted, and Zhong Li, who was dancing his sword under the night, shouted: "A Li, I'm going to practice the piano—"

Zhong Li glanced at him, but did not answer.

Zhong Yi took it as permission and walked back to the piano room quickly.

After a while, when Zhong Li was pulling out a sword flower, he heard the sound of the piano.

This song is a little strange, maybe it is new?

Zhong Li thought.

The sound of the zither slowly unfolded from a calm opening to a huge grand volume, as if you could hear the sound of thousands of horses galloping, stepping through the ice river, and the sound of golden and iron horses screaming on the battlefield.

Zhong Li withdrew his sword.

Because he found that his hands were shaking—unstoppable shaking.

It seemed to be a sense of resonance. As the music became more and more exciting, Zhong Li's blood seemed to boil.

Zhong Li took out a long knife from the weapon rack and began to swing it, but every time he slashed vigorously, it brought more tremors to his body—this was an inexplicable sense of excitement.

On this night, the sound of the piano in the courtyard was magnificent and majestic, constantly echoing in Zhong Li's ears.

He asked Zhong Yi: "What song is this?"

Zhong Yi looked up at him: "Northern Jin Dynasty's "War Song"? Have you never heard of it?"

He smiled faintly: "It sounds good."

Zhong Yi was a little surprised: "It turns out that Ah Li likes this type of music. I thought you must like the guqin music of "High Mountain and Flowing Water"."

He didn't answer.

Walking into the room, sitting in Zhongyi's soft chair, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Zhong Yi followed in from the piano room: "What's wrong? Are you tired?"

Zhong Li nodded and glanced at him: "After six days, it will be the martial arts test."

Zhong Yi asked: "Aren't you nervous?"

Zhong Li smiled, looked into Zhong Yi's eyes and said, "After the martial arts test, the results will be available in early November."

Zhong Yi was really surprised: "So fast? Fancheng is so far away, can the results come out?"

Zhong Li smiled: "Fancheng is not too far away, I will come back to see you."

Zhong Yi punched him with a stinky face: "Maybe you won't pass the exam."

Zhong Li smiled but said nothing.

The next day was Yan Hui's birthday.

I don't know where I got the news, all the parents of my father's students ran to Zhongfu.

Looking at the guests in the flower hall and those brightly wrapped gifts, Yan Hui felt happy but also had a headache: she had to go and say hello to them.

Hanada also doesn't like this kind of scene, especially during Chinese New Year, when some children will casually hold it and run around, or stretch out their hands and pluck its fur regardless of severity!

Meow!

When Huatian thought of it, his hair stood on end, he flicked his tail, and immediately moved away from the flower hall.

Zhong Han had no class today, after Zhong Li went to Tianchang and Zhong Xiaoyi went to class, Zhong Han concentrated on discussing their children's studies with those parents.

When Zhong Yi arrived at the academy, he remembered his books.

Feeling depressed, I bowed my head to the school, only to find that there was a "Qin Juan" neatly placed on my desk!

He quickly opened it and found a familiar signature—it was his!

Zhong Yi looked around and found that no one else had come yet.

So who put this on his desk?

No, he should ask, where did the book go yesterday?

He flipped through it and found that the book was intact—maybe someone borrowed it to copy notes?

……

Thinking to no avail, Zhong Yi habitually ignored it.

I might consider buying a lock instead.

During class, Zhu Wen saw that Zhong Yi had already found the book, and smiled gently at him.

He didn't have any problems in class today.

In the evening, the faint purple haze floated on the somewhat dark sky, and the Zhongfu carefully arranged by Yanhui was already full of flowers and plants, and the courtyard was clean.

Soon after Zhong Yi and Zhong Li came back, Wang He started knocking on the door.

Zhong Han opened the door and greeted the smiling Wang He.

Wang San followed behind Wang He, and the expression on his face remained unchanged for thousands of years.

Zhong Han said with a smile: "You came just in time, the fish head with chopped peppers in the kitchen has just been served on the table."

Wang He said happily: "Okay, good, good luck tonight."

Zhong Yi had long black hair hanging loose, and stood in the room wearing a blue luthier robe, awkwardly facing the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

He looked embarrassed: "Is it really okay to dress like this?"

Zhong Li, who tied his long hair behind him, said with a smile, "Father used to wear this one, and I think it looks really good."

He adjusted Zhong Yi's belt, and smiled badly at Zhong Yi in the mirror: "Tsk tsk, look at your waist, there is an ancient saying 'the king of Chu has a thin waist', if you were in that era, you must be a favorite."

Zhong Yi glared at him: "What's so good about a man with a thin waist!"

Zhong Li laughed.

After a while, Zhong Yi pulled the long and wide sleeves angrily: "The one with such long sleeves, I dragged my arms to the ground when I put them down!"

Zhong Yi tied his long hair loosely, stood in front of him and looked at him, raised her eyebrows and said, "Then don't let your arms down, didn't daddy dress well when he was young? Be more dignified."

Zhong Yi curled his lips, he shook his hair and said in dissatisfaction, "Why do I think my hair is so loose?"

Zhong Li said: "Only when it hangs on the shoulders will it have a supple beauty. Take a few steps and I'll take a look."

Zhong Yi took a few steps, and the robe behind her was dragged to the ground, fluttering gently with the wind.

What Zhong Li said is correct, Zhong Yi wore Zhong Han's luthier's robe back then, but he has a strong character. He has a thin body, narrow shoulders, thin waist and long legs, long hair hanging down to his waist. Looking back, his face is delicate and white, and his eyes are pure. .

Zhong Li was very satisfied with Zhong Yi's clothes, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, looked at him in the mirror, and said softly, "That's it."

Hua Tian ate a lot of small shrimps from Deng Erniang's hands in the kitchen, and happily jumped back with the small dried fish in his mouth. Looking at the blue figure in the middle of the room, he was stunned.

The dried fish fell to the ground.

Waiting for Huatian to watch for a long time, he immediately circled around Zhongyi's feet, hooking the corner of Zhongyi's clothes with his tail to express his intimacy.

As night fell, the lanterns were turned on and off, the faint fragrance of the cold leaf tree wafted in the wind, and unknown petals fell in the courtyard, piled up with dead leaves. Zhong Li led Zhong Yi and walked slowly.

While paying attention not to step on the corner of her clothes, Zhong Yi said awkwardly: "I'm still not used to walking so cautiously."

Zhong Li grabbed his wrist and led him away: "Just get used to it, keep your back straight, and don't lower your head."

Zhong Yi followed his words and walked forward with her head held high and her chest held high. As soon as she stepped on the hem of her clothes, she was about to fall forward.

Zhong Li pulled Zhong Yi into his arms with one hand, and Zhong Yi leaned against Zhong Li, his legs were numb.

"I said...can you walk behind my back?"

"not good."

"Ah Li..."

"..."

"Oh, well, I'd better go by myself, and it won't hurt if I fall."

"... come up."

Zhong Yi leaned on Zhong Li's back with crooked eyebrows and said, "Drive!"

They marched towards the flower hall in such a strange posture, which frightened many busy servants.

Of course, there are rewards for wearing such a hassle.

As the guests were seated, Zhong Han and Yan Hui looked at the figures under the lanterns in the breeze.

The figure in the blue clothes, the slender white fingers played a magnificent movement with the paulownia qin, his eyes were indifferent, his black hair poured down, the moonlight moved over the young man's clothes on the floor, and jumped onto the rapidly dancing sword light.

The sound was sonorous and powerful, impacting the quiet atmosphere, opening the prosperity of the prosperous age, and the powerful sword edge waved the cold moonlight.

The black pupils are facing each other, as if everything will freeze and never pass.