Perhaps it was because of the longing for love, Xu Jiang kept thinking of Lou Yunchun along the way, wanting to know him, understand him, and be committed to him. As she thought about it, she slipped into the autumn of her life, and she and he were getting old.
"From the first time I saw him, I wanted to grow old with him."
The old woman's words lingered in Xu Jiang's ears, making his heart pound, probably because he was still drunk.
————Drunk Cat Dividing Line————
Lou Yunchun woke up, the rain had stopped, and the sound of a flute from next door was mournful. He rubbed his aching forehead, got up, washed up quickly, packed his luggage, and pushed the door open to leave.
Hearing the noise from this side, the flute stopped playing, and then a man came out from the next room. It was Wu Qingye.
"Lord Lou got up really early."
"Good morning to you too."
"I didn't sleep all night."
Lou Yunchun casually asked, "Choosing a seat?"
It seems that he remembers nothing, Wu Qingye gritted his teeth.
He wanted to bring it up with Lou Yunchun, but he was afraid of being seen as petty, and even more afraid that Lou Yunchun would use money to make up for it, so he had to hold back the words and asked in a roundabout way, "Are you planning to leave, sir?"
"Yes." The clouds were turning blue, and the shadows were becoming clearer. It was time to leave. He asked again, "When are you leaving?"
"I'm not in a hurry. I'll take a rest first." He is not in a hurry to see his sweetheart, why is he so anxious?
Lou Yunchun nodded, then bowed and said, "Thank you for your hospitality yesterday."
"You're welcome." Wu Qingye paused for a moment and then asked, "Yesterday, my master said that my flute playing could be better. May I ask what is wrong with it?"
Lou Yunchun thought carefully and realized that he had indeed said this. He must have taken it to heart, which was why he played the flute so early in the morning.
"It was just drunken talk, Dr. Wu, don't take it to heart."
Wu Qingye pressed the issue, "People say the truth comes out when one is drunk, and being smooth and worldly-wise doesn't seem like an adult's style. It's better to speak."
It seemed that he would not give up until he explained it clearly, so Lou Yunchun said, "The piece you played yesterday was 'Wutong Rain'. It was about longing, but there was no longing in it. So although your performance was superb, it felt a little empty."
Empty.
Wu Qingye remembered that Mr. Zelan had given this suggestion when he was teaching music to the musicians in Xiaozhuxi last time. Now that Lou Yunchun also said so, he felt that he was indeed lacking in understanding the meaning of the music.
"What is lovesickness?"
"It's hard to put into words, it can only be understood."
Wu Qingye said sarcastically, "I think Lord Lou has already understood what he meant."
Lou Yunchun nodded, "I've gained a lot of insights recently."
Wu Qingye choked, then asked, "Can you teach me?"
Lou Yunchun looked at the flute in his hand.
He retracted his hand and said, "I'll buy you another one." After saying that, he turned and went into the house, took out a bamboo flute and handed it to Lou Yunchun.
Lou Yunchun took the flute, tested the sound, and then played a beautiful and lingering tune.
It is "Wutong Rain".
The sound of a flute flew out from under the eaves, brushing off the autumn dewdrops, which fell into my heart drop by drop, like a sad autumn rain, or like endless tears, kneading my heart.
Wu Qingye couldn't help but sigh, but his heart felt empty.
It turns out that this is lovesickness, but unfortunately he does not have this feeling, so it is difficult to give the music the meaning of lovesickness.
After the song ended, the sound of the flute faded away into the distance, and Wu Qingye came back to his senses. Although Lou Yunchun was not as good as himself in terms of technique, he was slightly better in terms of the artistic conception of the music. The song played by him was so lingering.
"Please show me your poor performance." Lou Yunchun handed the flute back to him.
"Thank you for your guidance." Wu Qingye held up the flute and said, "I will give this flute to you as a thank you gift."
Lou Yunchun thought about it and accepted it. "Thank you very much." Then he clasped his fists and said goodbye. "Goodbye, we'll meet again when we return to Beijing."
"Have a safe trip." Wu Qingye suddenly asked, "Is the person you miss, Shopkeeper Xu?"
Lou Yunchun paused as he left, "There's no one else except her."
Wu Qingye thought of Xiao Zhuxi meeting the Bamboo Fairy, and felt a little regretful, but he also generously wished her well: "I hope you can meet her again soon."
"I will." Lou Yunchun raised the corners of his lips slightly, with tenderness in his eyes.
After he walked away, Wu Qingye touched his numb arm and said, "How corny." Then he went back to his room and took a nap. It was not until after noon that he packed up and set off for home.
Since he was going to get married, he should at least go back and see what his future wife looked like.
Lou Yunchun traveled light and quickly, and soon arrived at the border of Chongzhou. He asked someone at random and found out the address of the Wan family's house, then headed straight to the east of the city.
After arriving at the east of the city, it becomes easier to find the Wan family. It is the one with the highest wall, the widest gate and the largest area.
Lou Yunchun took a look from a distance, determined the direction, and then sped away.
Wan Qingmiao was returning home after inspecting the shop. He had just dismounted when he heard the rapid clatter of horses' hooves behind him. He turned to see a man and a horse charging in front of him. Startled, he was about to step back when the man sighed and pulled the reins, halting his advance.
"Who are you? How can you be so rude? You're galloping in front of someone else's house. What if you hit someone?"
"I'm sorry, I bumped into you in a moment of emotion." Lou Yunchun dismounted, took a step forward, and bowed to Wan Qingmiao to apologize.
Since nothing happened and he was sensible, Wan Qingmiao didn't care about it. He said, "Be careful next time," and was about to leave.
"Please stay." Seeing that he was well-dressed and heading towards the Wan family's gate, Lou Yunchun asked, "Are you the young master of the Wan family?"
Wan Qingmiao turned around and looked at him, "Are you from out of town?"
Lou Yunchun nodded.
No wonder I didn't recognize him.
Wan Qingmiao looked around and saw that there were no other households on the street except theirs. This man was coming for the Wan family.
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