Soon, the melodious sound of the zither began to rise. At first, it sounded a bit awkward, but Xie Daoyun's zither skills were superb, and she quickly got into the mood.
Xie Xiu was initially a bit nonchalant, but her expression quickly changed, and in the end, her mouth opened wide without her realizing it.
Xie Daoyun, on the other hand, had her chest heaving dramatically, clearly captivated by the emotions expressed in the music, and was completely serene.
Zuan was the calmest one, after all, he had heard it in his previous life, and he had rarely been exposed to guqin music, so it was difficult for him to tell whether it was good or bad.
All attention was focused on her chest, wondering if she rested her chest on the table when drawing runes. Otherwise, it would be too much of a waste of energy.
When the music ended, the room was completely silent. Xie Daoyun sat there motionless for a long time without getting up.
Zuan noticed that the fine downy hair on her neck seemed to stand up, and her eyes were faintly filled with tears. He couldn't help but admire that she was indeed a true lover of the zither, able to resonate with it so deeply.
After a long while, Xie Daoyun finally looked at him and asked, "Brother Zu, does this piece have a name?"
"This piece is called 'Guangling San'." After answering, Zu'an regretted it a little. He should have changed the name of it, such as "Zu'an's Gift to Daoyun", and he could have taken the opportunity to gain more goodwill.
“Guangling San…” Xie Daoyun silently memorized the name. “Right, why can I feel grief, indignation, and murderous intent in this piece?”
Zu'an was startled, thinking to himself, "Amazing! He can even sense this?"
He thought for a moment and explained, "This piece actually tells a story. In ancient times, there was a warrior with extremely high cultivation. He had a friend who had done him a great favor. That friend was framed by his political enemies and came to the warrior several times. Although he never spoke, the warrior understood his friend's intentions. However, he never agreed and continued to serve his elderly mother. It wasn't until three years later, when his mother passed away, that he finally found his friend and promised to avenge him."
"So he went alone with his sword into the mansion of his political enemy. Under the protection of many guards, he killed the political enemy. Unfortunately, he was surrounded by soldiers who had arrived later. Knowing that he was going to die, the samurai committed suicide by slashing his own face with his sword. He was worried that his identity would be recognized after his death and that it would implicate his sister at home. Before he committed suicide, he deliberately slashed his face with a dagger."
"But later, her sister came to collect his body, weeping as she said she knew his good intentions, but how could she let his name remain unknown..."
After hearing the story, Xie Daoyun was already in tears, and Xie Xiu's eyes were also red. To avoid making others cry, he hurriedly said, "He is truly a hero. He served his mother until the end before going to assassinate her. This is filial piety. He risked his life for his friend. This is righteousness."
“I am even more impressed by their sibling bond,” Xie Daoyun sighed softly. “The warrior disfigured himself before committing suicide to avoid implicating his sister, and his sister chose not to die for his reputation. It’s truly admirable.”
Xie Xiu also slammed his fist on the table and stood up: "Such heroes are truly admirable! I wonder when I can be one of them..."
Before he could finish speaking, Xie Daoyun interrupted him: "I'd rather you be a playboy than be like him."
Xie Xiu gave an awkward smile: "I was just saying it. Am I that kind of person?"
Is it that Miss Zhang's waist isn't as slim anymore, or Miss Wang's breasts aren't as attractive?
While one may yearn for such things, would one be crazy enough to actually do them?
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