Li Shishi is worthy of being a leader of this era, and she captured the artistic conception of the song in one sentence.
She lifted the hair that fell from her temples and said, "Let me write down the music score later. I can play it when I'm alone, and maybe my life will be less boring."
"Madam Li, human happiness has little to do with money, status, or even appearance. The smarter a person is, the less happiness they may have; the higher their status, the more troubles they may have. So, take many things lightly, live well for yourself, and try to live as happily as possible. Don't waste this life."
After hearing this, Li Shishi became a little dazed again.
People who came to her were all envious of her talent and beauty, and most of their conversations were about music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and songs, but no one had ever spoken such words to her.
Every word he said made sense and touched her heart.
You are right. Isn’t the purpose of life to live happily?
Why can't we put those troubles behind us and live a happier life?
Seeing that she was in a daze, Zhang Shixun knew that she had listened, so he stopped talking and sat aside, drinking tea slowly.
After a long time, Master Li woke up from her dementia and smiled apologetically at Zhang Shixun, "Let's start recording the music."
"OK."
Li Shishi stood up to get her pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, then sat down behind the desk. "Master Zhang, let's get started."
Zhang Shixun sat behind the piano table and began to play the piano, stopping after playing for a while and letting her record it.
The tedious work lasted until late at night before it was completed. The two checked it twice and confirmed that it was correct before they considered it done.
Zhang Shixun stretched himself and said, "My dream was to gallop across the battlefield, wielding a sword and galloping on horseback, slaying all the monsters and demons in the world. I never expected that my ambition would remain unfulfilled, but instead I spend my days playing the zither and the flute, indulging in the music."
Li Shishi burst out laughing, "General Zhang, you are wrong."
"Oh! Where am I wrong? Please correct me, Madam Li." Zhang Shixun bowed and asked seriously.
"You're playing the qin, not some 'guqin, zither, and flute.' Among the four arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, the qin is the foremost, the instrument of a gentleman. Confucius, trapped in Chen and Cai, played his qin and sang endlessly; and the story of Boya and Ziqi finding a soulmate through the qin has become a timeless classic. So, where does the term 'lewd music' come from?"
"Hey! I'm from the country, so please don't be so picky, Madam Li."
Li Shishi laughed even harder. "Country bumpkin? Master Zhang, are you kidding me?"
"I grew up overseas, so of course I'm a country person... Madam Li, you've never been overseas, so you don't understand the conditions there. Besides our Great Song, everywhere else is just country."
Li Shishi knew he was trying to cheer her up, so she didn't expose him. She said, "The so-called country folk are peasants. I want to ask, can peasants also play the zither?"
Zhang Shixun pointed at his nose and said, "I'm a villager who can play the zither, so what's wrong with that?"
Li Shishi laughed so hard that tears came out of her eyes. She pointed at him and said, "Zhang... Master Zhang is so funny."
Zhang Shixun waited until she had laughed enough, then took out a mirror from his arms. "We've known each other for so long, but I've never given you a gift. This is a glass mirror I brought back from overseas. It's a token of my respect, so I'll give it to you."
No matter whether a woman is beautiful or ugly, the thing she cannot live without is a mirror.
This is called catering to one's preferences.
Li Shishi took the mirror and was stunned after just one look.
Zhang Shixun sat aside, admiring this woman who was immersed in surprise and excitement, and something indescribable surged in his heart.
In later times, even if such a stunning woman could not become a film and television superstar, she could still become a successful woman.
She is worthy of being one of the top ten beauties in history. She is really beautiful.
Li Shishi took the mirror and looked left and right, her joy evident.
"Is this a gift for me?" Li Shishi reluctantly moved her eyes away from the mirror and asked him.
"Of course it's for you. There's also one for Madam Ding. One for each of us."
Li Shishi held the mirror in both hands and said, "You gave me such a valuable gift, but I have nothing to give in return."
"It's too polite to talk about rewards. Besides, this mirror is just rare and not valuable." Zhang Shixun felt that it was the right time to give the mirror to them. Otherwise, when Wang Dong finished making the glass, it wouldn't be long before the mirrors would be everywhere on the streets, and by then they would be worthless.
"The gift is too expensive. How can I thank you?" Li Shishi looked in the mirror and began to worry.
"You're welcome, we are friends." Zhang Shixun said it in a high-sounding manner, but in his heart he said: If you give yourself to me, then we can have the best of both worlds.
Li Shishi was no longer polite and said, "I appreciate this favor."
"That's right."
Li Shishi carefully put the mirror away.
Seeing that it was getting late, Zhang Shixun stood up and said, "It's late, I should say goodbye."
Li Shishi nodded and walked him out.
When they reached the front gate, Zhang Shixun stopped and said, "I still think you should hire a few more guards."
"Okay! I'll listen to you." Li Shishi nodded and followed your advice.
Zhang Shixun bowed and turned to leave.
Li Shishi watched him until his strong figure disappeared into the night, feeling lost.
Zhang Shixun returned to his residence and knocked on the door for a long time, but no one opened it.
"Two sleepyheads!" Zhang Shixun muttered, and had to walk around to the back door and jump in.
As soon as I walked into the yard, I felt something was wrong. I went upstairs in two steps, lit a candle, and took a look, and gasped.
The house was in a mess, the bedding on the bed was thrown on the floor, the boxes were opened, and the clothes were thrown here and there.
Zhang Shixun bent down to look under the bed, and the travel bag was gone!
His head buzzed, and he thought, "Oh no! These are treasures brought from the afterlife, and each one is unique."
There was a faint sound of crying in the front yard. He listened carefully and hurried downstairs to the front yard.
The crying sound came from the side room. Zhang Shixun kicked the door open and saw Sangou hiding alone in a corner of the side room, holding his head and crying, his shoulders twitching from time to time.
"Sangou, what's going on?" Zhang Shixun asked sternly.
"Dawai... Dawai was killed... Wuwu!"
"Killed?" Zhang Shixun was shocked. He walked over and picked him up, asking, "Where is he?"
San Gou pointed outside while sobbing, "He's right there in the stable, his neck was... was..."
Zhang Shixun didn't wait for him to finish and turned to go to the stable.
It was very dark in the stable, and I could only vaguely see a person lying in front of the manger. No need to guess, it must be Dawai.
Zhang Shixun took out lanterns one by one and took a closer look. Dawai was lying in a pool of blood with his neck almost cut off.
"Calm down! Calm down!" Zhang Shixun reminded himself secretly.
Reporting to the police is of course the first choice, but where and how should one report to the police?
After thinking for a moment, he decided to go find Gao Yanei.
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