The sound of strings gurgles in, the melody is graceful, soft and gentle. As it progresses layer by layer, it opens up and reveals the true meaning. The sound of the pipa seems to want to say something but stops. When it loops again, it has already swept through the vast clouds and mist. From the beginning, it is seen, with only lingering love.
Several people in the pavilion looked at Yu Jiao, and their expressions changed.
Wei Min's eyes were particularly complicated. She looked at Yu Jiao's calm face with mixed feelings.
Yu Jiao still had her eyes closed, half-holding the pipa, her slender and nimble jade fingers moving across the strings. Her twisting technique was sparse and vigorous, her rotation technique was dense and clear, and she was playing with great devotion.
She has played this song "Nichang Fenghua" many times, but in the past there was an accompaniment of flute played by her senior brother, but time has passed and that person is no longer with her.
When Yu Jiao thought about this, her expression changed along with the tune, becoming more desolate.
The colorful clouds in the sky are so magnificent that it is hard to separate and stay as immortals.
After her senior brother left, she never touched the pipa again, not only because she didn't dare to, but also because she was afraid of being reminded of him when she saw the object.
A figure landed on the rockery not far from the Xixin Pool. Through the misty smoke above the Xixin Spring, Cheng Ying looked straight towards the Xixin Pavilion. Her usually slanted and feminine face now looked a little dazed, and her pair of unpredictable phoenix eyes were slightly absent-minded.
Through the wide-open lattice windows, one can vaguely see a girl sitting by the water in the pavilion, holding a pipa with her head lowered. She is wearing a light pink satin jacket and a white butterfly skirt. There is fine snow falling outside, and the gray sky makes it impossible to see her face clearly.
But that figure looked very much like... the person in Cheng Ying's heart.
It was like she was suddenly in a dream. Cheng Ying closed her eyes, feeling somewhat frightened. She did not dare to go near him, fearing that she would disturb the dream and that person would shatter like a bubble popped by a finger, leaving no trace.
He had had this dream too many times. Jiaojiao had appeared in his dreams countless times. It is said that people's memory will fade with time, but in his dreams, Jiaojiao's eyebrows, face, and charm are always extremely clear. He clearly remembers her various expressions of joy, anger, and smile.
But why can’t I see Jiaojiao’s face clearly now?
Cheng Ying felt an indescribable panic in his heart. Over the years, he had almost lost the feeling of fear. But at this moment, Cheng Ying was really afraid. He was afraid that he would gradually forget Jiaojiao. All he had about her was this memory.
Cheng Ying would never allow himself to lose this last bit of hope. He quickly approached Xixinxie, his steps a little messy and awkward.
The sound of the pipa gradually slowed down, with a gentle, hazy and sad feeling. Yu Jiao lightly put down her ten fingers and stopped plucking the pipa at the end of the song.
There was silence in the waterside pavilion. Yu Jiao did not raise her head for a long time. There was a hint of sadness on her face. Her eyes were slightly wet and her eyelids were a little red. She held the pipa and could hardly control her emotions.
A doctor cannot heal himself. Senior brother Fu Chuan is the chronic disease in Yu Jiao's heart. It hurts her dully, but she will never and cannot get rid of it.
"Yu Jiao, you play the pipa so well!" Su He came back to her senses from the song, smiled with clear eyes, "Slow but continuous, fast but not chaotic, the notes are not too high, the rhythm is not too fast, the fingering is delicate and soft, especially the following rounds, which makes the tune elegant and correct. Where did you learn such fingering?"
Yu Jiao raised her head and smiled faintly, returning the pipa to Su He. She remembered that her senior brother's mother was a disciple of the master of Chinese music, and was a descendant of the Chongming School of Pipa. Yu Jiao didn't know if Taiyan had this school, so to save trouble, she just said, "It was taught by an old friend. I learned it when I was young. I haven't touched the pipa for many years, so my fingering is a little rusty."
Outside the pavilion, Cheng Ying paused as she looked at Yu Jiao who raised her head and revealed her face.
"No wonder." Su He sighed softly, and then praised, "Although your fingering is a little awkward, you have amazing talent. You performed this piece very beautifully."
Song Jingrong also smiled and said, "Today is really an eye-opener and a feast for the ears!"
Liu Yaoyu suddenly felt proud. She looked at Wei Min and asked with a smile, "What do you think of my third sister's pipa playing? Now that my third sister has finished talking, Wei Min, it's your turn."
Wei Min looked at Yu Jiao, bit her lower lip, and forced a smile, "Miss Liu San plays the pipa very well. I admit she is better than you, so I won't humiliate myself."
If it weren't for Wei Min, Yu Jiao would probably never touch the pipa again in her life. Thanks to her, Yu Jiao realized that she could now play the pipa.
She had originally thought that if she touched old things and thought of old people again, she would burst into tears, unable to control herself and unable to sing a tune.
Yu Jiao didn't know whether she had gotten over the shadow of her senior brother's death, but being able to play the pipa that her senior brother taught her was already a pleasant surprise.
Yu Jiao didn't want to deliberately embarrass Wei Min, so she smiled and changed the subject, "I heard from my second sister that Miss Song brewed plum wine last year. It would be quite interesting to brew wine and appreciate plum blossoms in the snow."
Chen Wan also smiled and said, "I miss Jingrong's plum wine too!"
"I asked the maid to bring plum wine, and yours will be indispensable." Song Jingrong instructed the maids beside her, asking them to set up a stove in the Xianghai Huaxi to boil wine.
Several people stood up and were about to go to the Xianghai Huaxi when they heard a voice coming from outside the waterside pavilion, "I was wondering who was playing the music, it turned out to be the third daughter of the Liu family."
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