Chen Kuang and Shen Meinan shared the peanuts.
Bullying Chen Kuang for being "blind", Shen Meinan, who said that they would split the cakes equally, secretly gave himself two more.
While eating, the girl read the music score in the jade box to Chen Kuang five times.
This semi-score is obscure, and the notation mostly uses ancient methods. Many symbols are completely different from those popular today, and there are also a large number of special marks created by Xi Mengquan himself.
But Shen Meinan could actually roughly recognize the music score.
"I am a lady from a noble family who is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting."
The girl said this with her hands on her hips, looking very proud.
Like a fat and clever cockatiel, the kind with natural blush on its cheeks.
Of course, there were also many things that she could not understand no matter how hard she tried. Otherwise, wouldn't this music score be readable and playable by everyone?
At this time, Chen Kuang would ask her to roughly describe the appearance of those symbols, their location, etc.
But in fact, he knew what was written on it at a glance.
Only then did Chen Kuang realize that the music score given to him by the unknown musician and the three years he taught him were indeed the true inheritance.
Those things are unique, and they are a lot of special techniques that can only be understood if you are taught.
Others can't even understand it.
Not to mention playing it.
From the very beginning, Chen Kuang's knowledge of music theory was completely different from that of ordinary people.
No wonder he only studied for three years but was able to surpass those court musicians who had studied for thirty years.
However, despite such outstanding skills, he had no social skills in the palace and could only run errands and do odd jobs, wasting ten years of his life.
However, if he hadn't entered the palace, Chen Kuang might have starved to death ten years ago...
Even if he had not starved to death, given his family's difficult situation at the time, he would probably have only been able to become a low-level tenant.
Good and bad are interdependent, and it is difficult to say which is better or worse.
Chen Kuang roughly sorted out the two pieces of music with a strange expression on his face.
He vaguely felt that he might be able to complete the missing half of the score from the direction of the music itself and his past understanding of the unknown musician's habits.
This was certainly not an illusion, because the outline of a complete song had already emerged in his mind.
Shen Meinan sat beside him, watching him play the piano skillfully and plucking the strings calmly, holding his chin in his hand and watching intently.
The lighting in the guest rooms of the boat was very good. The misty afternoon sunlight outside was reflected by the lake, turning into a shimmering wave, which was projected in through the window lattice, swaying and shining behind Chen Kuang.
The young man was dressed in a white robe, with the ends of his blindfold hanging down behind him along with his black hair. His hands had distinct joints, and he played the piano with agility and composure.
Between the flickering light and shadow, it flutters like a butterfly.
"Both pieces are excellent, but it's a pity they don't have names."
Chen Kuang suddenly spoke.
"Ah? Oh oh!"
Shen Meinan came back to his senses and realized that he had forgotten to eat the peanuts he had been holding next to his mouth for a long time.
She tried to throw it into her mouth in a hurry, but threw it wrong.
The peanut bounced off her cheek with a clatter, fell to the floor, and rolled under the table.
Shen Meinan opened his mouth and glanced at Chen Kuang, only to see that he looked calm and seemed unaware of anything.
The girl gritted her teeth and crawled under the table.
While searching with great effort, he replied to Chen Kuang in a very serious voice: "Then, then you can give them names. Anyway, the music scores are in your hands now."
Chen Kuang: “…”
He twitched his lips, seeming to want to say something but stopped himself.
Never mind, I'm blind.
He thought about it and said with a malicious smile:
"Why not call one 'Stars' and the other 'Anonymous'?"
Shen Meinan lifted the tablecloth and came out, confused:
"Anonymous and Nameless are similar, why not just Nameless? 'Stars' sounds like a normal name, but neither of those two songs has a mood that's even close to 'Stars'..."
Chen Kuang naturally wouldn't say that these were the two most common words in the player in his previous life, used to summarize representative words for songs whose singers, lyrics and composers are unknown.
The music composed by the unknown musician is perfectly matched with this name.
He just smiled and said, "It's not related, isn't it actually very interesting?"
"If we always stick to the rules and use only high mountain streams and elegant spring music, it may be elegant, but it would be too boring."
"If Miss Meinan feels it's inappropriate, I can think about it again."
Shen Meinan was stunned and said quickly:
"No, no, I think it's fine. I just didn't expect it... I thought you were a very serious person."
Chen Kuang raised his eyebrows: "There are many things about me that are not serious. You can slowly understand them later."
Shen Meinan nodded vigorously and said seriously, "It's good to be unserious. I like unserious people. They are suitable for becoming... uh, friends."
Chen Kuang pretended to be deaf and blind, not hearing her mistake, and smiled:
"I already know these two pieces of music by heart, so I'll play them for you."
Shen Meinan quickly sat up straight, placed his hands on his knees, and looked at it seriously.
In fact, she had no interest in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. These were Shen Xingzhu's former hobbies, but she had abandoned them in her increasingly advanced practice.
The sun and the moon are high in the sky, free from worries and obstacles.
But her family took it for granted that she had these things and thought she should like them.
Every time they saw her playing the piano, chess, calligraphy or painting, they were always looking at someone else.
It's like...she's a replacement.
However, in reality, not only is she not a substitute, she is also a defective product.
Shen Meinan's gaze fell on Chen Kuang's face, and he felt secretly happy.
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