Chapter 37: Making Friends with the Musical Instrument
"That's good." Ji Chen would never advise Ji Heng not to look for her, and he didn't think Ji Heng had anything wrong with his brain.
After all, when he was getting on the ambulance, the doctor told him that Ji Heng was no longer breathing, but when he arrived at the hospital, his heart suddenly started beating again.
He had never told anyone about this, but he always felt that perhaps there was some mysterious force protecting the two brothers.
At the moment of the car accident, Ji Heng pushed Ji Chen away, otherwise he would have been the one lying there and being declared by the doctor to be not breathing.
When he heard the doctor say that Ji Heng was no longer breathing, Ji Chen really wished that it was him who was lying there, instead of this younger brother who had never caused him any worry since childhood.
Fortunately, Ji Heng successfully escaped this disaster.
For the rest of his life, he only hopes that his younger brother can be safe and healthy and do what he wants to do.
The others all have him as their brother.
He would never let his brother stand in front of him again.
"When will we arrive in South City?" The two brothers hadn't seen each other for a long time.
"We're already on the way. We'll go straight to the villa halfway up the mountain when we come back." It takes about two days to get from Qingyue Mountain to South City.
Ji Chen said: "It's just right, Grandpa has guests today, we will go there tomorrow."
Mr. Leng has many friends, and his villa halfway up the mountain has beautiful scenery. He often invites friends to his villa halfway up the mountain to drink tea and play the piano.
They were all used to it, and since Ji Chen specifically said "There are guests today", it seemed that this guest was not someone they knew.
Ji Heng asked, "Who?"
"Chu Yunshu." Ji Chen always spoke directly and without keeping anyone in suspense, "You should know this person."
Ji Heng was stunned for a rare moment.
Then, the image of the elegant and quiet figure sitting in front of the guqin in the waterside pavilion of Jingyuan that night and the beautiful melody that sounded like heavenly music emerged in my mind.
"Not surprising, he plays both the guzheng and guqin very well."
The old man has always loved the guzheng and guqin, especially after retiring from office, he has been studying the art of playing the guqin in his spare time.
Chu Yunshu is so proficient in this art at such a young age, and he has the temperament of a cedar tree. It is normal that the old man likes him.
"By the way, are you sure you want to go to the Xinghui Charity Dinner?" This charity dinner is hosted by Xinghui Media, and Leng Haoqing will also attend.
So this time it is particularly grand.
"Yes." Leng Haoqing called Ji Heng a few days ago.
Ji Heng's parents got married and had children early, and the age gap between Leng Haoqing and Leng Ruying is quite large, which results in a small age gap between Leng Haoqing and Ji Chen and Ji Heng, and they get along more like brothers than uncle and nephew.
"Okay, we'll talk about the rest tomorrow. Be careful."
Ji Chen is very busy every day, and it is not easy for him to take time out to make such a call to Ji Heng.
"good."
After hanging up the phone, Ji Heng looked out the car window again. Outside was a large orchard. At this season, the fruits had not yet ripened and the flowers had not yet bloomed, so it was impossible to tell what kind of fruit it was.
It’s just that the planting area is very large, and the emerald green color stretches all the way to the distance.
Jingyuan
After Chu Yunshu finished playing "Xie Yu", it should now be called "Wang Feng Tan".
The three old men kept praising: "What a good song! What a good song!"
The other old man Cheng looked at Chu Yunshu with shining eyes, as if he wanted to tie him up and take him back: "Jinzhi, do you know any other songs?"
Mr. He also said, "You play the guqin so well, can you play the guzheng?"
The way they spoke and the way they looked were very similar to the feeling of an elderly person at home speaking to his babbling grandson, who was afraid of scaring or alarming him, so he deliberately lowered his voice and spoke to him coaxingly.
No skills, just pampering.
Old Master Leng was holding a cup of tea as he looked at it with a smile on his face, full of pride.
Jinzhi was a treasure he discovered with his keen eyes.
"Yes." Chu Yunshu was actually a little flattered. He could feel the love and cherishment these three old people had for him.
He could also see that they were really obsessed with it and even considered him a good friend.
So he didn't mind playing the piano for them.
The guzheng was quickly brought over by the servants. Chu Yunshu sat over it and played a song called "Sang Qing". This song was composed by a musician from the Nanyu Kingdom. Although it was a bit sad, the melody was delicate and smooth. Chu Yunshu had always liked it.
After the song was finished, Mr. He and Mr. Cheng applauded and wanted Chu Yunshu to play two more songs. It had been a long time since they heard such heart-touching music.
You should know that for a good song, in addition to the music itself being excellent, the person playing it is also very important.
The music played by Chu Yunshu has such a magical power that it makes people feel as if they are in the scene. You can never get enough of listening to it.
Seeing how anxious they were, Mr. Leng interrupted them:
"Alright, alright, I didn't ask Jin Zhi to come here to perform for the three of us old guys. You should at least let him have a rest."
He really likes this child. He is neither arrogant nor impatient, neither humble nor overbearing. Although he is young, his demeanor should not be underestimated.
Even though he was a superior, he couldn't help but look up to Chu Yunshu.
"Jinzhi, come and have some tea and cakes."
"Oh, yes, yes, we are anxious." Old Master He said quickly: "Jinzhi, go and have a rest. I, an old man, will play a song for you."
Chu Yunshu sat aside, and Old Master Leng personally poured him a cup of tea: "This is the new tea that arrived today, try it."
They really treated Chu Yunshu as a friend and did not show any airs of an elder in their conversations.
Chu Yunshu could tell that the three old gentlemen must be extraordinary. Not to mention that they were not simple people as they could live in a villa halfway up the mountain, nor did they have bodyguards in the open and in the dark.
Just look at the temperament of these three people, it’s obvious that they are not ordinary people. But in front of him, they didn't put on any airs at all. There was only admiration and love in his words.
The song played by Master He had a very soothing rhythm. Accompanied by the warm sunshine of spring, it was like the gurgling stream under the sun, which made people feel comfortable.
They can be called "guqin maniacs" and they can hardly stop talking about guzheng and guqin.
At the dinner table, they were still discussing the complete version of "Wang Feng Tan" played by Chu Yunshu: "The last two lines are so well handled, it makes people feel happy and sad at the same time."
“I don’t know what the creator went through to compose such a wonderful piece of music.”
"By the way, Jinzhi, where did you hear this song?"
Chu Yunshu paused, with no clues on his face: "It's been a while, I don't remember it very well."
It's not entirely an excuse. It has indeed been a long time, and it has spanned time and space. Even Chu Yunshu finds it incredible that he can remember the entire song.
Old Master Cheng was not willing to accept it: "How old are you? Twenty-two, right? Don't you remember? I, an old man, still remember what happened fifty years ago. Think about it again."
It would be best to remember who played the music, maybe it was the person who composed it.
It would be a pity not to meet such a talented person.
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