These literary youths adhere to the three principles of "no": don't talk about textbooks, don't mention youth versions of famous works, and don't read bestsellers.
"Have you seen it, Mr. Li?"
"I haven't read it. I prefer playing games to reading." Li Yi answered truthfully. He immediately knew what kind of book this was.
It's the kind that always stands in the corner of a bookstore and is a decoration in a milk tea shop, and is rarely used by people.
Do young people nowadays like this stuff?
Li Yi has felt the generation gap for several times. He originally wanted to experience the life of modern young people, but now it seems hopeless.
"What a pity! Reading more books will help enrich your spiritual world. I read Remembrance of the Two Million Words about three or four times, and Red Wheel of the Ten Million Words five times, but I still don't understand it."
Guo Wen sighed slightly, with a hint of loneliness between his brows.
At this time, the other people present had different expressions. His girlfriend Du Ting was already crazy about him and obviously liked this kind of tune. Tang Huiyun turned her head away, her shoulders twitching slightly, and Li Lili smiled politely.
If it weren't for Du Ting, it would be unlikely for them to play together.
"Mr. Li, do you also play music?" Guo Wen remembered that Li Yi had carried a guzheng on his back before.
"I am actually a musician, and I have dabbled in various fields. My favorite is of course folk guitar, and I also focus on rock music. To be honest, I think ancient Chinese musical instruments are not as good as piano and guitar. They don't have the depth."
As he spoke, he took out his folk guitar.
“Both use strings to produce sound, but the sound of the guitar is more varied than that of the guzheng.”
Li Yi blinked and did not refute anything. Everyone has their own preferences. This young man did not lie to himself. He really thought so.
He seldom, if ever, argued with anyone.
Guo Wen held the other instruments and started to play and sing. It sounded quite nice and he really was quite good at it.
After a while, they picked up the garbage and continued to walk into the mountain. After walking a few hundred steps, they stopped because the road ahead was overgrown with weeds.
Li Yi took out the grass-cutting hatchet and walked ahead to clear a path, which would make it easier for him to go up the mountain in the future. Maybe in a few days he could call a buffalo to come and build a path.
After walking for another half an hour, the young couple Du Ting and Guo Wen couldn't stand it anymore and squatted on the ground, not wanting to walk anymore.
"No, let's just leave it at that."
"I really can't walk anymore."
"I should have known not to bring so many things." Tang Huiyun was also panting. The mountain road was getting steeper and steeper, and even she couldn't stand it. But she had finally come here, and she was a little unwilling to give up halfway.
Li Yi took a look at them and realized that he really couldn't hold on any longer, especially the two young lovers, if they continued like this, something would go wrong.
"Lily, take them down the mountain. There's no need to force them."
"This is the only way." Although Li Lili was not tired at all, she could see that it was impossible for her companions to climb to the top of the mountain in their current condition, not to mention that the road was blocked by weeds.
"Let's go."
After taking just two steps, Li Lili discovered that Li Yi did not follow them back.
"Brother, you don't want to climb the mountain alone, do you?"
Li Yi shook his head and said, "We still need to pick some wild mushrooms. You guys go down first."
He had been planning to visit the back mountain in the first place, and joining them was just a convenience. He would not give up the outing just because they were not coming.
Li Lili said worriedly: "It's so deserted here, it's too dangerous for you to be alone."
"Nothing."
After saying that, Li Yi continued to walk up along the path, and the others had to turn back.
Li Yi walked alone in the mountains, as if blending into nature. Without anyone to interfere, there were more and more animals around him, including pheasants, owls, white-headed langurs, and pied hornbills...
A small stream flows through the woods, with a pool in the middle. The water is clear and there are many fish and shrimps in it.
"No one has been here for years, but there are so many fish and shrimp."
Li Yi looked at the pond with nostalgia. When he was a child, he and Zhao Si often came here to bathe. At that time, many people had not moved to the foot of the mountain, and this place was not so desolate.
Now twenty years have passed, the pool is still there, but there are no traces of people.
Li Yi sat cross-legged on a stone beside the pond. With a wave of his hand, the guzheng at home flew into his arms. He placed the guzheng horizontally on his knees, with his fingertips lightly resting on the strings.
He exhaled gently, plucked the first string with his fingertips, and the clear sound of the piano spread out.
A gentle breeze blew, lifting up the chrysanthemums on the ground, and their petals fluttered.
Li Yi sat cross-legged on a towering mountain surrounded by white clouds, playing the zither. His fingertips were not plucking the strings, but the white clouds around him.
When he played the piano, his ordinariness faded away, leaving only the coldness of an immortal.
This is the very popular song "Between Flowing Clouds" in the cultivation world. It has no depth or artistic conception, it is just nice to listen to. However, Li Yi forcibly played out an artistic conception, which invisibly raised its level.
Everything returned to calm.
Li Yi looked around and saw that all the animals in the mountains had gathered together. Countless wild animals that were rarely seen in normal times were watching him.
The animals' ignorant eyes carry a trace of longing, a longing for spirituality. Humans, who are born with spirits, are the most intelligent creatures, so it is difficult for them to understand other animals' longing for spiritual wisdom.
"Since we are destined to meet, I will play the Song of All Beasts again."
Li Yi's fingertips moved slightly, and this time the sound of the piano became passionate, like the roar of a tiger and the roar of a dragon.
The clouds in the sky rolled, and along with the sound of the piano, they transformed into various beasts. They flew in the clouds, rolled and flew, and finally knelt around Li Yi.
Just like the animals around them that were gradually kneeling on the ground, something seemed to be brewing in their pupils, but in the end, it all fell silent and could not be born.
There are few animals that can develop intelligence, and even fewer in today's environment.
The animals that regained consciousness fled in all directions, which also meant that they had failed to awaken their spiritual intelligence.
But in the end, only a monkey and an owl were left.
At the end of the song, a monkey was seen approaching cautiously, kneeling in front of Li Yi and kowtowed three times, then disappeared into the jungle.
The owl also flew in front of Li Yi, bent down, and put its head on the ground, repeating this three times.
At the foot of the mountain, the people who were going down the mountain stopped. The breeze brought a ray of piano music, which was pleasant to the ears, as if it was pulling them into another world.
Unfortunately, they were too far away and had no chance to comprehend the artistic conception.
"Why is there a piano sound?"
"Is there really an immortal on this mountain?" Tang Huiyun beat her chest and stamped her feet. "My immortal fate. By the way, Lily, there is still a signal here. Ask your cousin what's going on."
"Oh." Li Lili was also quite curious, and soon she got the answer, "My brother said he didn't see anyone playing the piano, but he did hear the sound of the piano."
The group went down the mountain with doubts. Their search for the immortal ended in failure, at least that's what they thought.
Li Yi also came to the Taoist temple deep in the mountains. The small Taoist temple had been very dilapidated as no one had visited for twenty years, but it exuded a strange atmosphere.
I modified it. I can't stay up late to write anymore. I wrote stupidly.
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