Chapter 8 A Fairy Weng Cao

Zhen Tingyun sighed secretly, and there was a knock on the door.

It was Bazhen who brought hot porridge and side dishes.

Zhen Tingyun went to pick it up in person, thought about it, and then ordered Bazhen: "Go and get the qin I put in the room. By the way, ask Liushun to run over and buy two copybooks for me."

As she said that, she handed Bazhen a note with the words "Shi Ping Gong's Statue" and "Twenty Grades of Longmen", and specially warned: "Just buy these two copies."

Bazhen knew a few words, took the note, glanced down, and hurriedly responded before stepping out.

Zhen Tingyun brought hot porridge and side dishes to Yuan Hui in person.

Zhen Tingyun had a smile on his face and a pair of small pear dimples on his cheeks because he had something to ask for. He spoke very sweetly: "There's nothing good at the moment, you can take care of it first. I'll be there later. Go downstairs and talk to the kitchen and ask them to stew some chicken soup for you to nourish your body—I am afraid that your body will take some time to nourish, so you have to make up for it."

Yuan Hui nodded dispensably and reminded: "Don't be too greasy."

Zhen Tingyun was able to subdue even Mrs. Zhen's cunning. He was not afraid of Yuan Hui's choice. Hearing the words, he was more considerate and said, "I know that you are sick now.

Yuan Hui did not say much.

Then Zhen Tingyun continued: "I heard people say that some people pay attention to others, and they like to have people play drums on the side when they are living and dining, to entertain their voices. You are eating now, why don't you ask me to play on the side? Can a little song be considered to relax your mood?"

She spoke softly and softly, as if she was really thinking about Yuan Hui.

It's just that the little girl's thoughts are as simple as a clear stream.

Yuan Hui's eyes were clear: She wanted to take the opportunity to test her own level, and by the way, let herself instruct her on her piano skills...

However, this is not a big deal at first, and listening to someone play a ditty while eating is indeed a kind of relaxation. Yuan Hui glanced at Zhen Tingyun, but did not refuse, but nodded as an agreement.

After a while, Bazhen came with a lyre.

This is an old violin, and the materials don't seem to be good, even rough. However, the owner must have cherished it very much, and used it to wipe it from time to time. The wood grain on the body of the violin was also smooth and delicate, and there was no dust at all.

Since there were no piano cases or benches in the house, Zhen Tingyun simply hugged the piano, placed it on his knees, slightly adjusted the strings, and then began to play "Xian Weng Cao".

This is a piece of piano music that the old scholar she had been honing in her private school for a whole month before she had the patience to teach her. The old show was kind. Seeing that Zhen Tingyun really wanted to learn, he chose a basic and simple qin piece for her, such as "Xian Weng Cao", and practiced it regularly to improve her understanding and mastery of guqin fingering and skills.

It's just that Zhen Tingyun's qin is not a good qin in the end, the rhythm is average, and she is mostly self-taught on it. Although she is fluent, she also has some fingering mistakes that she does not know. After such a song, Yuan Hui, who was leaning on the bed to drink porridge, looked a little bad.

Zhen Tingyun took a breath, looked up and saw Yuan Hui's face, he couldn't help but say, "What are you doing with this face?"

Yuan Hui said lightly: "When Zi Zai heard "Shao" in Qi, he didn't know the taste of meat in March, and said: 'I don't want to make fun of it as well.

Zhen Tingyun: "..."

Of course, Zhen Tingyun knew that Yuan Hui was not a compliment, but a mockery. She had originally intended to ask Yuan Hui for advice, but she had already planned to endure the humiliation and bear the burden once, but her temper, being ridiculed like this, made her unable to sit still. She raised her hand and put the piano on her lap on the table, stood up and looked back and forth. Yuan dark.

She raised her eyes, stared at Yuan Hui's handsome face, her expression was heavy, and she said every word: "I know that you have a good eye, and you don't look down on my piano skills. But I only wanted to learn the piano when I was ten years old. I have seen some antique and famous qin, but I can't get the best violin made by a master violin maker, and I can't even buy a dozen taels on the street. I can only buy a second-hand old violin from an old scholar at the private school next door. That's it, It also cost me eight taels of silver, which I earned and saved myself, so I also made my grandmother scold me for three days..."

It is said that the qin is an instrument of a gentleman, but this thing is really not cheap, even expensive. Although Father Zhen is an official now, he often sends money and things to Mrs. Zhen, and there are still a dozen taels who buy pianos. But Mrs. Zhen was always stingy and couldn't get used to the phony styles of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Even if Zhen Tingyun broke his mouth, she would never agree to buy a piano for Zhen Tingyun. In the end, it was Zhen Tingyun who managed to make some money by himself, plus the pocket money he had saved in the past, and this was enough to buy eight taels of silver to buy the old violin of the old scholar, and he also learned a few times from the old scholar. Hand, it can be regarded as buy one get one free.

"Later, I learned a little bit of piano art from an old scholar, and I knew a little about the piano score. When I went home to practice the piano, my neighbors were restless, and my grandmother taught me again, thinking I was a fool and looking for trouble. Until I She doesn't talk about this since she's playing better." Thinking of the dreadful dance when he was learning the piano, Zhen Tingyun couldn't help raising the corner of his lips, "I always think, even though I started late, I didn't know how to play the piano. Piano sheet music, I don't have a teacher, but if I can learn a little bit, it's a good thing to practice more, and perseverance can always be useful. If I meet a good teacher in the future and get advice from others, I can save some effort and learn more if I have this foundation. quick."

Yuan Hui was a little silent when he heard the words.

He has always been determined and his heart is like stone, and he is rarely moved or persuaded by others. However, when he heard Zhen Tingyun's words, he didn't realize that his heart was moved: Zhen Tingyun's words were indeed right. Given her conditions and the environment she was in, she could think of learning the piano and be able to play such a sound. A piece of music is indeed very difficult - she must have enough determination to be able to overcome all kinds of difficulties, make money and save money to buy an old piano that is not necessary for her; Silver, she learned one or two piano skills from others, and she could get started; she must have endurance and perseverance, in order to ignore the shortsightedness and obstacles of others, and stick to it wholeheartedly until now.

Thinking of this, Yuan Hui lowered his head very rarely, and said, "I think it's simple."

Zhen Tingyun blinked and suddenly felt that Yuan Hui was not bad.

As a result, he heard Yuan Hui say: "However, with your word, this piano skill, where did you get the courage to think that you could be admitted to women's school?"

Zhen Tingyun raised his hands and rested his cheeks, looked at Yuan Hui, his eyebrows curved, and his voice was clear: "You gave it—you told me before, 'If you want to go to women's school, it's not that you have no hope at all'."

Yuan Hui: "..."

Yuan Hui raised his hand, pinched his brows, took a deep breath, and then let out a breath. He calmed down a bit, and then he calmed down. He told Zhen Tingyun a few fingering mistakes when she was playing the piano just now, and then let him She played it again.

Zhen Tingyun listened very carefully and was very educated. He corrected the mistakes pointed out by Yuan Hui one by one. If the song "Xian Weng Cao" is more fluent and pleasant.

Yuan Hui was used to listening to good music and music, and felt that it was not enough. After thinking about it, he politely put forward a suggestion: "Have you ever thought about changing to a simpler instrument?"

Being disliked by him like this, Zhen Tingyun inevitably got a little temperamental: "Then this qin, didn't I practice it for nothing?"

Yuan Hui patiently shared with her: "You learn the piano mainly because you want to go to women's school, right? One of the music is that most girls from aristocratic families are learning the piano. They have good piano, famous teachers, and ancient music books since elementary school, and they have profound skills. , I can't say how many have already entered the room. If you want to surprise the four people in just a few months and catch up with these people, it is a daydream! It is better to change to a rarer musical instrument and introduce new ones. Liang, and no one compares with you, you can get a passing score if you can't say it."

Although Zhen Tingyun felt that what he said was reasonable, he was a little hesitant when he thought about the days when he had been practicing the piano skill hard in the past few years.

Yuan Hui had no choice but to tell her, "If you really like guqin, it's the same when you go to a women's school and then go to the teacher to ask for advice."

Hearing this, Zhen Tingyun finally made up her mind. She looked at Yuan Hui and asked tentatively, "If you don't practice the guqin, what kind of instrument do you think is suitable for me?"

Yuan Hui raised his brows slightly, not knowing whether it was a joke or serious: "You have strong arms, so it's suitable for playing drums."

Zhen Tingyun didn't know how to respond for a while, and just stared at him with wide eyes.

Yuan Hui looked at her, and said casually: "With your skills, you can only come up with ideas. It's better to dance while playing the drums. The drum music is moving, and you can't make the master laugh, and you will get a good score."

Zhen Tingyun finally reacted and asked with a blank face: "Excuse me, are you teaching me to play drums or teach me to dance?"

This time, it was Yuan Hui's turn to be speechless.

After a while, Yuan Hui said, "Forget it, learn Xiao. I know this, and it's easy to learn. At that time, maybe I can find someone who is good at playing the piano and mingle with you, and it will be easy to score points."

Zhen Tingyun nodded, thinking to himself: Bamboo flute is not expensive anyway, and he is willing to teach it, so he should spend more money to learn the craft.

Just thinking about it, Zhen Tingyun caught a look of tiredness on Yuan Hui's face out of the corner of his eyes, and said, "You haven't recovered from your injury, so you should take a good rest. Now that the copybook and bamboo flute have not arrived, I won't disturb you. now,"

Yuan Hui nodded and looked down at the small bowl of porridge left in his hand. Seeing that the porridge and rice were cold, he simply put it aside and said, "By the way, take these down."

His tone was casual, not deliberate, but he still habitually showed a hint of indifference and arrogance of the superior.

Zhen Tingyun didn't care either - now that Yuan Hui's value in her heart was rising, and she wanted to learn something from others, she was willing to be Xiaofu and coax others, only to serve the teacher.

She neatly packed up the porridge and side dishes that Xia Yuanhui had eaten, and walked to leave. Before leaving, she asked: "Then you have a good rest, I will ask someone to kill a chicken and cook chicken soup for you for an afternoon. It's good to drink at night."

Yuan Hui's expression softened and he nodded.

Zhen Tingyun thought about it for a while, and then asked, "Do you have any taboos?"

Yuan Hui thought for a while, but he didn't think of it for a while, so he shook his head.

Zhen Tingyun just thought he had no taboos, nodded, and added thoughtfully: "Okay, I know. When the chicken soup is simmered in the kitchen, I'll give you another oil and water, so that it won't be greasy."

I have to say that if Zhen Tingyun wants to please people, he is really careful and considerate, gentle and considerate, which is really moving.

Although Yuan Hui was a little tired, he also thought that Zhen Tingyun had a lot of words, but he could reach out and not hit the smiling person.Looking at Zhen Tingyun's smiling face and the sweet pear vortex on her pink cheeks, Yuan Hui couldn't lose her temper for a while, only waved with her, pulled the quilt and prepared to lie down to rest.

Zhen Tingyun held something in his hand, pushed the door and walked out. Before closing the door, he thought of the copybook again, and continued: "When the copybook is bought back, I will come back to find you to practice calligraphy together at night..."

Yuan Hui ignored her and pulled up the quilt without saying a word.

The quilt kept covering the top of his head, just blocking Zhen Tingyun's voice, and he could finally close his eyes a little.

The author has something to say: Yuan Hui: Come, come, we will take you to the king~

Zhen Tingyun: Okay~

Yuan Hui: Emmm... can't carry it a bit.