Hua Yi how to know there is better, is the dresser hairpin to the sleeve hidden, also pursed lips smile: “Your Lord is really generous.”
Laughing she suddenly noticed something: how come Teng Feng Yuan doesn’t call himself this seat anymore?
However, Hua Yi will not think about these issues, combed her hair and ate breakfast she ran to the courtyard to play, early summer sunshine in the sky, the courtyard of the moon season bloom in full bloom, red, yellow, white, all blooming with the most beautiful style, the big leaf banyan branches in the courtyard hanging a swing, she sat on it to swing.
Suddenly heard a sound of the zither, gentle string tremolo played a beautiful and touching gorgeous music, the tune is soft and pure, slowly unfolded a picture of the beauty of spring, peach and willow green flowers compete for color. The music is fast, ethereal and lively, and it seems that we can see fairies dancing in the romantic spring light, with fluttering skirts, not eating the earth.
The sound of the zither was melodious, like butterflies playing among the flowers; limp and lingering, like the innocence and simplicity of first love.
“This tune is so melodious, I can’t believe I haven’t heard it before.” Yan Han came out at an unknown time and sat down on a stool under the large leafed banyan tree, “The melody is melodious and the tune is cheerful, it should be a tune to express love.”
“You can even hear this?” Hua Yi was still sitting on the swing, she couldn’t hear anything other than that it was the sound of a zither.
“It’s obvious, as long as you listen attentively, you can definitely hear it.” Yan Han listened attentively to the heavenly music, and quietly praised, “This song has frequent sound changes, ordinary people are afraid that they cannot play it well, and to be able to play it in such a flowing manner, it should be a high level person.”
Hua Yi yawned and muttered in a low voice, “What are you playing in the morning? It makes people want to sleep.”
The sound of the zither was like the gurgling of flowing water, the lingering tune came out from a small pavilion, the man with the silver mask slightly sank his face, his fingers hooking and sliding on the strings, everything was natural.
Until the last note was put away, he was still sitting in the pavilion, everything condensed in his black figure.