Host: Lin Rui
Age: 19
ability:
[Singing ability: 10+1]
[Emotion: 10]
【Tip: 5】
[Compression Resistance: 3]
Unallocated: 1
Literary Reputation: 51208725
Artistic Reputation: 182313144
Overall Reputation: 76369869
The items in the room: "Ten Years" and "The Original Landscape of My Hometown"
Skills: [Piano: Ultimate] [Violin: Master] [Painting: Expert] [Calligraphy: Expert]
Online store: In operation…
Other features: To be released
Lin Rui mentioned the ocarina because he stumbled upon this piece while browsing various discount sections yesterday.
One fold.
One and a half million overall reputation.
The Original Landscape of My Hometown
Of course, the cost of a master-level ocarina skill book is not high, and the corresponding attribute requirement is only six skill points to use it.
Having made his decision, Lin Rui no longer hesitated.
Consume 50 million Comprehensive Reputation to raise your skill level to 6.
I spent another million reputation points in the shop to buy a Master-level Ocarina skill book.
Ten minutes later.
Chen Bin returned to the private room with an ocarina in his hand.
"Ladies first."
Lin Rui took the ocarina and remained seated.
That's quite confident!
Li Donglai and Shen Jun had the same thought at the same time.
However, the two express completely different meanings.
Shen Jun believes that Lin Rui is too arrogant.
Undeniably, this young man, not yet twenty, possesses exceptional musical talent.
But when it comes to piano skills, Shen Jun is equally confident that his daughter, Shen Xihua, is second to none.
Even if the opponent is the world-renowned Fusheng!
As for Li Donglai, it was purely out of admiration.
The more relaxed and at ease Lin Rui was, the more confident he felt about winning the competition.
As long as it doesn't involve using your brain, this kid is definitely someone you can entrust with your life.
Chenxi was a little nervous at first.
But the moment her fingers touched the strings, the youthful innocence on her face vanished instantly.
As the tranquil and peaceful prelude ended, a relaxed and expansive melody unfolded gently.
The lingering notes from the fingertips also make the melody subtle and long.
At this moment, the sound of the piano was like heavenly music.
At this moment, Shenxi's painting is serene and ethereal, like that of a celestial being.
Lin Rui couldn't help but close his eyes, enjoying the lingering charm of the music.
Not only him, but everyone in the room was like that.
As the distant echo gradually faded away, everyone slowly opened their eyes.
Lin Rui took a deep look at Chen Xihua. There was no denying that she was a talented woman.
In contrast, Li Donglai's expression turned serious.
He and Gong Jing exchanged a glance, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.
Shenxi Painting.
His mastery of the guqin has even surpassed that of calligraphy and painting!
territory!
Although it was intermittent and not yet coherent.
But clearly, he has already stepped halfway into the circle of guqin masters!
"The Shen family has raised a fine daughter."
Li Donglai was lavish in his praise.
"You flatter me."
Shen Jun smiled slightly.
She looked at Lin Rui, her attitude clear.
It's like putting pressure on Lin Rui.
"Can we go up to the top of the ship?"
"I've always been curious about what it would be like to stand on high ground and look down at this river."
"sure."
"OK."
No one objected to Lin Rui's small request.
Soon, the group arrived at the highest point of the ship.
A cool night breeze gently swept by, and the moonlight shone brightly, blending seamlessly with the river surface.
Lin Rui walked to the side and looked up at the moon.
At this moment, his thoughts were in turmoil, and he looked somewhat lonely. He then raised his ocarina with both hands.
Everyone's gaze sharpened, including Li Donglai's.
In their eyes, Lin Rui seemed to have become a completely different person in an instant.
It was as if the person standing there was no longer the naturally naive person they were familiar with.
Instead, it blends into the night, like a banished immortal descended to the mortal realm!
That serene and transcendent aura is breathtaking!
Although they were very close, they felt an unattainable distance between them.
Is it just my imagination?
Before they could even process their thoughts, a mournful melody began to play without warning.
Without accompaniment, it cannot be considered complete.
But so what?
The artistic conception of this piece alone transcends the music itself.
The continuous, lingering rhythm echoed repeatedly, leaving those present with a myriad of thoughts.
Distant memories, bittersweet feelings for home.
In the low, gentle places, it seems like a deep valley murmuring.
At its highest point, it resembles flowing clouds over high mountains, soaring and stretching endlessly.
The surrounding ships also heard this mournful and evocative flute music.
Countless people stopped talking or instructed the musicians around them to stop playing.
They listened quietly to the somber and melancholic melody.
Many people recalled the paths they had walked in the past.
This feeling of being far removed from the hustle and bustle, quiet and untainted, is especially clear.
Is it a realm?
It doesn't matter anymore.
They were completely absorbed in it, unable to contain themselves.
They did not want these chaotic reverie to disturb the melancholy brought by the melody.
The Ziyun Painted Boat, which should have been bustling with activity, was now eerily silent.
The previous hustle and bustle was gone, and the traffic and crowds were nowhere to be seen. Even the colorful lanterns all around had dimmed.
The past is like smoke, drifting with the tide.
The song ended.
The sound of the flute gradually faded into the distance.
Many people feel frustrated and have something stuck in their throat.
It seemed to reach out to grab it, but it missed.
Finally, I let out a sigh.
Some people and some things, once they're gone, will never come back.
They all looked towards the giant ship, the one standing atop it, the figure in pale gold robes.
Everyone wore a complex expression.
…
"Father!"
Are you alright?
Yan Ruoxi suddenly came to her senses.
But then they saw Yan Zhenhui, who was standing at the bow of the ship gazing into the distance, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth!
Her sudden outburst immediately jolted everyone present awake.
"Mr. Yan!"
"Quickly, call a doctor!"
"Mr. Yan, please have a seat."
…
At the scene, many of Yan Zhenhui's friends had drastic changes in expression.
Yan Zhenhui shook her head slightly.
Tears welled in his eyes, streaming down his face and mingling with the blood at the corner of his mouth.
He didn't seem to care, and instead raised his hand: "Bring me pen and ink!"
Yan Ruoxi dared not disobey. Although she was worried, she still instructed the servants to bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Yan Zhenhui picked up his pen, closed his eyes slightly, as if recalling the melodious flute music from before.
He quickly opened his eyes: "The first stanza!"
The brush moved freely, leaving a line of blue ink on the rice paper.
"The same applies to all under heaven; how can one know why the cold moon waxes and wanes?"
"Braving wind and rain for a thousand miles, the moonlight shines on us in the night. We face each other from afar, the good times are numbered, and I am heartbroken by longing."
Yan Ruoxi's expression was complicated.
She knew that her father was missing her deceased mother again.
Perhaps it was that melodious flute music that inadvertently stirred up the father's deep-seated feelings.
When emotions run deep, they can move one to tears.
"Alone and lonely, I cannot bear to look back at the old moon."
After writing this sentence, Yan Zhenhui continued writing with his pen.
In fact.
Not only Yan Ruoxi, but also all the relatives and friends who knew Yan Zhenhui present knew that this poem was written under the moon, expressing longing for his deceased wife.
"Xiaque."
Yan Zhenhui did not look up, and the speed at which he wrote suddenly increased.
"The crowds surge, the mortal world is a dream, yet the desolate paulownia tree by the well remains untouched."
"I remember returning to court in glory, having endured many winters and summers."
At this moment, Yan Zhenhui's eyes turned red, and tears dripped onto the Xuan paper, but she was oblivious to it.
He wrote faster and faster!
"How can I bear this? A hundred emotions are wounded, and though we are together for so long, we are left with only the bitterness of separation."
"With one thought, the ways of Heaven are no longer what they used to be; tears fall upon my broken body."
Signature!
At that moment, everyone realized...
The first person to complete a Mid-Autumn Festival poem in this year's Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Competition is the one standing before us.
Yan Zhenhui!
PS:
Are there really people going to book reviews to challenge each other to a book-review contest?
That's when I got really excited!
Upon closer inspection, it appears as if covered by a blanket of cold water.
The text mentions the word "mind," which, based on the original text, was initially thought to be a typo.
However, looking at its homepage, the comments from all sides are well-structured and contain very few typos.
Finally, it was concluded that it failed to grasp the essential difference between 'mind' and 'suggestion'.
Given its understanding of language, it is true that it doesn't understand.
Therefore, I don't blame it.
sad.
It's a pity.
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