When Lou Yunchun heard Wu Qingye say that he was going home for a blind date, he immediately found him more pleasing to the eye. He then drank the drink in his cup and said slowly, "She is indeed noble."
Wu Qingye poured him another cup and asked with a smile, "Who is it?"
"Xu Jiang."
Wu Qingye's smile froze, and he said dryly, "Oh," "So it's Shopkeeper Xu." Then he said, "I went to the bookstore and heard the shopkeeper say that she went to visit relatives."
"Yeah." Lou Yunchun asked, "Are you going to the bookstore to buy books?"
Wu Qingye changed his mind and said, "Buying books is also visiting friends."
Lou Yunchun glanced at him, only to see him handing over the wine glass again.
Wu Qingye smiled and said, "Looking at the rain, we can't leave today. It's rare for us to meet at the inn. Instead of sitting alone, why not have a drink together? What do you think, Lord Lou?"
Lou Yunchun stared at his overflowing wine glass, looked up at Wu Qingye's somewhat provocative expression, raised his glass and clinked it with his, "Okay."
The two of them drank back and forth, and soon finished the pot of wine.
Wu Qingye called out to the waiter at the inn, "Please, bring another pot of wine."
After a few more drinks, Wu Qingye saw that Lou Yunchun was cheerful and decided not to compete with him. So he took advantage of the drunkenness and asked for the jade flute to play a song "Wutong Rain".
Wutong Rain refers to autumn rain, and this song is appropriate to the season and the scene.
Wu Qingye was originally a leader in quyi. After he played a song, the whole post station felt relieved.
The postmaster clapped his hands and said, "Good song."
"Thank you." Wu Qingye looked at Lou Yunchun, but saw that he looked indifferent, as if he hadn't taken the flute music to heart. His smile faded and he asked, "Since Lou Shaoqing entered the government as a top scholar, he must be proficient in the six arts. I wonder if he can play music?"
Lou Yunchun nodded.
Wu Qingye asked again, "What musical instrument are you good at?"
Lou Yunchun was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Drum."
The drum couldn't be played casually, so Wu Qingye asked somewhat unwillingly, "What do you think of the song 'Wutong Rain' I just played?"
Lou Yunchun paused for a moment and said, "It's acceptable." Then he said slowly, "It can be better."
"Wutong Rain" is a song of lovesickness. The lovesickness is in the heart, not in the score. No matter how skilled Ren Wu Qingye's technique is, without this taste of lovesickness, it is difficult to play out the essence of this song.
It was precisely because of the lack of this longing that Lou Yunchun's guard against him disappeared.
Wu Qingye was not convinced and asked again, "Can Master Lou play the flute?"
The rain and fog outside the post station drifted into Lou Yunchun's mind, a vast blur, "A brief understanding."
Wu Qingye handed him his precious jade flute.
He was stunned for a moment before taking it and then putting it to his mouth.
Everyone in the museum stared at him. He took a deep breath and squeezed out a sharp and short syllable.
"Puff!" Someone sprayed wine, and someone overturned the cup.
Wu Qingye had an expectant and unwilling expression on his face. Then he saw Lou Yunchun take a deep breath, cough a few times, and then fall headfirst onto the table.
The jade flute in his hand rolled to the ground with a "click" sound, and a corner was broken.
Wu Qingye screamed and rushed over.
"My flute!"
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