"It is true that your wealth cannot be cut off or retained." Mu Duansheng said, "How come you are a widower?"
Hu Qing choked and became unhappy: "Master, look at everything. These, before, now - at least someone will support me until I die."
Mom. He raised his head and said, "Are you really lonely?"
The corner of Hu Qing's mouth twitched: "Master, I have given birth to a child myself. Where do you think the provider of the child's half of the blood is now?"
Mu Duansheng asked: "You didn't kill him, right?"
Hu Qing: "No." Who do you think I am?
"Oh, it should be here, I said I should not be mistaken. Hey, you peach blossom——"
Hu Qing's eyes lit up and his voice tightened: "How?"
“That’s quite a lot.”
“Really?” Hu Qing was so happy that his tone rose.
"But-"
"But what?" Hu Qing was nervous.
"You can't catch them all."
"What?"
Mu Duansheng said, "I passed through the peach blossom forest, and the flowers didn't touch me. This is the style of our Shuangyang Sect. Most people in our family can’t grasp peach blossoms.”
"No, no, no, no -" Hu Qing waved his hands repeatedly, pointed at himself and nodded heavily: "I want to catch him, I want to catch him."
Mu Duansheng didn't understand: "You already have children. Why do you want a Taoist companion?"
Hu Qing looked sad: "Listen, listen, master, you are wrong to think like this. It is very scumbag. Could it be for the heirs? Love pursues the resonance of the soul——"
Mu Duansheng thought thoughtfully: "The resonance of the soul——Well, you reminded me——if I will Take out a piece of your soul and wrap it around the piano - okay, let’s try this method today.”
Hu Qing: “?”
Master, are you going to stop being a human being?
"Are you going to do it yourself or should I do it?" Mu Duansheng raised his hand, obviously serious about it.
"I will do it by myself, I will do it by myself." Hu Qing wants to cry, let you talk about the resonance, and she will resonate with the strings later!
To put it bluntly, it doesn't really suck out the soul, it just wraps its spiritual consciousness around every string.
This was the first time for Mu Duansheng to play like this. He was very excited and played the song "Xian Yuan Qing" by himself.
"How?"
Hu lightly pointed to his brain: "Go straight to the soul."
Mu Duansheng was very happy: "I have a good touch, so I will teach you this song today."
Hu Qing is casual, she can’t play any song well anyway.
She was also very strange. She copied Mu Duansheng's movements and dynamics exactly the same. Xuan Yao also followed the same method, but Xuan Yao could play the music, but she couldn't. Each string made an impossible sound under her fingers.
It can only be called a sound. To be precise, it should be a noise.
After studying for a day with his spiritual consciousness wrapped around the strings, Hu Qing accepted his fate: "Master, I really have no musical talent."
Mu Duansheng: "Come back tomorrow. ”
Hu Qing went to No. 3 Canteen in a hurry, and was not surprised to see people in No. 3 Canteen watching videos. Today’s batch was freshly baked.
“Hu Qing, the magic sounds I’ve heard are not as good as yours, hahaha.”
Three whole days were enough for Hu Qing to adjust her mentality, and she laughed loudly: "If you have the ability, let's compete to see who can play more beautifully."
Everyone teased in good faith: "No need to compare, let's add up Not as good as you. If it wasn't you who played the piano, those boys would have rushed over and beaten them up in the past two days. The people in the cafeteria talk about you all the time."
"Oh, what are you talking about me?"
"Haha, there's a lot to say about you. "
Hu Qing curled his lips and said, "I don't want to eat meat today. Let's have something vegetarian."
"Vegetarian? Are you making yourself sick?"
Hu Qing rolled his eyes angrily, which naturally caused another burst of laughter.
On the fourth day, Mu Duansheng still played the piano and still refused to give up. But Hu Qing wanted to give up.
"Master, let's change the instrument. Maybe I'm used to using all five fingers at the same time when making instruments, but I'm not used to having each of my fingers do their own thing when playing the piano."
This explanation sounds decent. Woolen cloth. Mu Duansheng thought for a moment, then put away the piano and took out something that looked very similar to an erhu.
Taught her the basic movements and played a piece of sad music for her.
"What is the name of this song?"
"It's called Shuanghui. It tells the story of a man who took a woman to a distant place and later came back with another woman."
Hu Qing Inexplicable: "What does he have to be sad about?"
Mu Duansheng: "So this song is the voice of the woman who didn't come back."
"Then why didn't she come back?"
"Probably, she died."
Hu Qing: "How can I write music after I'm dead?"
"Others wrote it."
Hu Qing said casually: "I feel so deeply about other people's stories. Did the person who wrote the song admire the woman who never came back?"
Mu Duan said: "No. The story of the double return happened many years later. This song was composed by later generations."
Hu Qing: "How can future generations resonate with stories that have nothing to do with them? Isn't love a very private thing?"
< br>Mu Duansheng looked at her without saying anything.
Hu Qing touched his face: “Am I wrong?”
Mu Duansheng said: "I think I may have found the reason why you can't play well."
Hu Qing: "?"
Mu Duansheng: "Are you unable to empathize? ”
Hu Qing: “Of course not!”
She used to be someone who stood in front of the TV holding a tissue and wiping her tears. She had very low tear points and was super empathetic.
Mu Duan said noncommittally: "Come here." He gave her the erhu.
Hu Qing caught it, imitated Mu Duansheng’s gesture, and pulled it for a while.
This time Mu Duansheng looked for the important point, and after hearing it he said: "You don't understand love."
Hu Qing was embarrassed. People have been in love, and have had unrequited crushes. ah.
"Change to Songhe tune." Mu Duansheng taught again, teaching a piece that pursued the main melody of the avenue.
Hu Qing pulled it out smoothly, successfully making Mu Duansheng block his ears.
"It's even worse than before. What's the problem!" Mu Duansheng actually has a bad temper. In the past few days, he felt like getting angry, so he tried his best to hold it in in order to maintain his image as a master.
Hu Qing felt guilty: "Master, forget it. My hand is not the hand for plucking the strings."
"Plucking the strings?" Mu Duansheng's faintly irritable eyes fell on Hu Qing's hand. superior.
To be honest, Hu Qing's hands are pretty. Although she refines weapons, there are no calluses and her fingers are not deformed. They look pretty, but not delicate.
If you can't pluck the strings, then it should be easy to plug the air holes, right?
Changed the flute.
Hu Qing immediately raised his hand: "I can."
It's just blowing.
Of course Mu Duansheng couldn't share the same flute with her, so he took another one and taught her.
Hu Qing quickly grasped the key and played a short tune for Mu Duansheng. He put down the flute and said proudly: "Is it okay?"
"It's okay." Mu Duansheng squeezed the flute tightly. : "Compared with the sound of your piano, the sound of your flute sounds like mourning, at least it sounds like a serious sound."
Hu Qing : "."
She hahaha: "Master, you still know about mourning."
Mu Duansheng raised his eyebrows: "What's so strange about this kind of thing? There are three Weeping gate, the disciples are all mourning ghosts. They cry when they are happy or unhappy. They will wear sackcloth and mourn first.”
Hu Qing: "Ah"
I didn't expect that there are professional mourners in the fairy world.