Si Rong ran over. "Daddy, daddy, it's a beautiful day, please be quiet."
"Why do you say I have skills but no heart?" Yaoyao pushed through the crowd and walked in front of Si Yiqing.
Shen Qingmang frowned and wanted to go forward to mediate, but was stopped by Gu Suihan.
"They are adults now, and they should resolve their own grievances. It's time to let go."
Shen Qingmang whispered, "Senior Brother Yiqing has always been kind to others, but there is one thing he is most serious about, even more so than Senior Brother."
Her eyes looked at the bamboo flute at Yiqing's waist.
"Your breath is steady, your fingering is clean and sharp, and your articulation and vibrato are exquisitely executed. But..." Yi Qing looked at the purple bamboo flute in her hand and said, "The piece you just played was 'Pine Forest Clear Tune.' I composed this piece one morning while picking pine cones in the pine forest. It was inspired by something and conveys a leisurely and contented mood. But the purpose of your flute playing is merely to show off your skills."
Yaoyao clenched her flute, her jaw tense. "You're just judging me by your own standards, assuming I'm just showing off. You're not me, so how can you know what's in my heart?"
Seeing the tense atmosphere, Si Rong tried to smooth things over: "I remember that day, Daddy made me pine nut cake. It was delicious. Daddy, next time you make pine nut cake, give it to Yaoyao to try."
"Yaoyao?" Yiqing suddenly realized. "So it's Master... the child of the Sui Han family. I was indeed too harsh on you. I apologize. I brought a gift today, so this lunchbox should be my apology."
As he spoke, he pulled out a nine-layered food box from his sleeve. It was shaped like an exquisite pagoda. Si Rong's eyes lit up, and Hao Xin sighed. "My cake suddenly doesn't smell good anymore."
Everyone knows that the best cook in the Taichu sect is Yiqing Zhenjun. He seldom cooks, but with a little guidance from him, the chefs can cook delicious dishes. Hao Xin and Yiqing have learned a lot, but their cooking skills are still slightly inferior to each other.
Shen Qingmang licked his lips and said to Gu Suihan, "Now that the children have grown up, isn't it time for them to repay their parents?"
Gu Suihan laughed. "If you want to eat, just tell them and let them share with you first."
"It's okay, it's okay, just leave two pieces."
However, Yaoyao didn't appreciate it, letting the food box Yiqing handed her hang in the air. "Because I'm a child, are you being lenient with me? First, I'm no longer a child. Second, your actions are clearly discriminatory against me, and I'm deeply unhappy. These apologies are not enough."
"Oh no, she's going to ask for too much again." Shen Qingmang covered half of his face.
Yiqing listened, put down the lunch box, and untied the bamboo flute from his waist. "Well, I didn't want to end it like this anyway. Miss Yaoyao, you asked me how I could hear the feelings in your heart, so please listen to my music and see if there is any true emotion in it."
After saying that, he placed the flute across his lips. When the first string of notes sounded, Yaoyao's expression changed.
When Yaoyao played the same piece of music just now, everyone could only hear the beautiful melody and gentle voice. But when Yiqing played it, everyone had a picture in their mind.
A lively squirrel was jumping in the woods, making a rustling sound. After a while, it stopped, looked around, and seemed to have found its target. It quickly climbed up a big tree, picked a pine cone, and started to chew it with a crunching sound.
Suddenly, in the distance, four birds chirped in quick succession, their melodious, lilting calls. The squirrel was startled, its pine cone tumbling to the ground. It leaped from one pine tree to another, gradually disappearing into the depths of the pine forest. The bird's chirping grew closer, finally landing on a large tree and feeding its caught insects to its chicks. The chicks chirped joyfully, their clear, crisp voices echoing through the pine forest.
The sun gradually rose and shone into the shady pine forest. The mother bird flew away again, and the baby birds became quiet. The low weeds felt the warmth of the sun and stretched out their branches. The only sound left between heaven and earth was the growth of all things.
When the song ended, many people had expressions of wanting more, and Yaoyao was stunned.
"How is it?" Yiqing put away the flute and looked at her with a smile.
"Can you teach me to play the flute?" Yaoyao asked with a blink of her eyes.
"Of course. I'm quite free now. If you want to learn the flute, come to me at Daofeng." Yiqing said, and picked up the food box again. "Can you take it this time?"
Shen Qingmang sent a message to his daughter: "Hurry up and collect it! If you don't like it, you can leave it for your mother!"
After she expressed her excitement, she accidentally saw that her senior brother Shi Mingli had a frown on his face and his expression seemed a little complicated, so she quickly straightened her expression.
Can the eldest brother even hear the sound transmission? This is really... Never mind, this one embarrassing moment is not a big deal.
Yaoyao accepted the food box and said, "I'll go tomorrow."
Cang Geng stepped forward and bowed to Yiqing. "I've long admired the name of True Lord Yiqing. Today I'm honored to meet you. Since you've already mentored my sister, why not offer some guidance to me as well?"
Yiqing smiled shyly. "I only know how to play the flute. Do you two siblings both like to play the flute?"
"What a coincidence." Cang Geng smiled slightly and drew his sword. "I'm not good at playing the flute, but I'm good at swords. How about you take care of the younger generation and have a sparring match with me?"
Yiqing's face turned pale with fear and he took a step back. Shen Qingmang stopped him, saying, "Cang Geng, stop messing around."
Cang Geng reluctantly put away his sword.
The guests quickly moved on to other topics, dispelling the awkward atmosphere. Shen Qingmang pulled his children aside, gave them a few words of advice, and then let them go play. Turning back, he whispered to Gu Suihan, "Yaoyao and Canggeng's tempers still need to be tempered. They're both gifted and unrivaled in everything they do, which has led to a certain arrogance. If Senior Brother Yiqing hadn't suppressed Yaoyao this time, causing her to feel resentful, I wouldn't have noticed. Starting tomorrow, let's both give them some guidance."
She emphasized the word "guidance," and Gu Suihan naturally understood what she meant. "Okay."
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