The next day, Song Wenting woke up early, and after practicing "Nan Ping Qing Tiao" in the piano room for half an hour, he got up and hung the piano on the wall. This Fuxi guqin has followed her for eight years, and the sound becomes more ethereal and deep.

Walking out of the piano room, Song Wenting picked up the phone on the sofa and called Xia Nan.

Ask her to pick her up in advance to go shopping.

After walking around for most of the city, he arrived at Qinli Lane in the south of the city on time at the appointed time. The car was parked on the avenue and couldn't get in, Song Wenting got out of the car and carried the cakes to the depths of the alley.

The footsteps stopped in front of a carved wooden door, the door was not closed, Song Wenting opened the door curiously.

Two and a half old ladies are drinking morning tea beside the solid wood table in front of the courtyard full of flowers.

Song Wenting couldn't help but startled when Wu Nong's soft talk came.

"Here." Gu Yin put away his smile and greeted her coldly, with a little dissatisfaction in his words.

"Hello, Teacher Gu." Song Wenting paused, then smiled at the other old lady, "Hello, Grandma Ji."

A fashionably and delicately dressed old man with sharp eyes that looks like someone, her calm look made Song Wenting a little nervous.

Song Wenting hurriedly put down the cakes, found the flower tray from the house, filled some of each cake, and put them in the middle of two cups of hot tea: "It was packed from Fu'anli this morning."

"I've got your heart." Grandma Ji took a bite of the peach blossom cake and praised, "Gu Yin, this girl in your family is really good. She even got up early and ran so far to buy you your favorite snack."

Gu Yin glanced at her leisurely, and took a few bites to save face, before showing a little smile: "She, I feel ashamed."

Song Wenting knew that she was talking about joining the crew, but she was still frank: "It's because of my heart."

She raised her eyebrows smartly, which meant that she had no guilt, and that she didn't buy cakes to be courteous, but just to remember that she liked to eat them.

Grandma Ji chuckled, Gu Yin relaxed between her brows, and mentioned the business, "Next week Yunfeng Orchestra is invited to participate in a performance in Beijing, you are ready, Lao Yu has already arranged for you, you choose three The young people in the famous group are with you."

Song Wenting accepted it carefully.

Lao Yu, the head of the Yunfeng Orchestra, called and talked to her a week ago. It is a national intangible cultural heritage activity exhibition held in Beijing. It only involves performances. A total of more than 30 projects, large and small, have successfully applied for the World Heritage. There are more than ten Guqin performances. There are many factions. Involves comparison and push-pull.

Song Wenting has followed Gu Yin on a lot of big stages in the past two years, but he is not worried about experience, but is afraid that Director Chen's crew will have a time conflict here.

So secretly talked to Chen on the phone again, and asked her when she joined the group in detail, and then felt relieved.

"Listen?"

Song Wenting looked back.

"You're fine, talk to Grandma Ji, and I'll go into the house to get the piano."

Gu Yin greeted her.

Song Wenting often saw Grandma Ji in the courtyard and knew that she liked to listen to the piano. When he was young, he was a Yue Opera actor, and then he devoted himself to calligraphy and writing, and now he is in love with Qin music again.

"When we used to sing opera, this place was not called Qinli Lane." Grandma Ji motioned her to sit down, her eyes full of tender love, "It's called Lihuayuan, which is a big yard, and opposite the covered bridge is a stage. There were no empty seats on the floor.”

Those who are caught in the memory are filled with reluctance and sighs, and it is not difficult to see the beauty of their youth from their wrinkled faces.

Song Wenting listened quietly, and the half-draped blue silk looked more docile and docile.

Grandma Ji stopped talking, and then took advantage of her tea to ask, "What's your name, Song Wenting?"

"Well." Song Wenting added, "warm Wen, listen carefully."

Every time see them in the courtyard, the two are nodding acquaintances, but Song Wenting knows her unilaterally.

Grandma Ji was quite satisfied with her introduction: "The meaning is very good, and listening is a kind of thing that can bring warmth to people."

Song Wenting frowned and smiled: "Thank you."

"Listen to your teacher Gu, you are in a crew now?"

When the words came out of the old man's mouth, Song Wenting was still slightly condensed.

"Yes." Song Wenting lowered his eyes and said honestly, "She doesn't agree."

Grandma Ji: "then why are you?"

Song Wenting raised his eyes to meet Grandma Last Ji's gaze, Xu Shi's eyes were somewhat familiar, Song Wen heard inexplicably a little desire to talk: "This drama is a big IP drama, and it has received a lot of attention. The character is set to be a court violinist. , requires professional characterization and interpretation.”

She paused as she spoke, for fear that the old man didn't understand what "IP" was. Unexpectedly, the old man nodded and continued: "So, one of the reasons is that I want many audiences to see the guqin and realize a publicity. Second, I don't want to. Let the crew ruin the professionalism of the guqin, and don't forget the original intention."

Startled slightly, Song Wenting twisted his cuffs to mix hot tea with Grandma Ji: "Grandma Ji guessed right."

The smile on her lips made her little face even brighter. Grandma Ji stared a little in a trance, and the words on her lips subconsciously said, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

The topic jumped quickly, Song Wenting was stunned for a second, and shook his head gently: "No."

The breeze blew past the large roses behind the table, and the fragrance of the flowers was overflowing. Grandma Ji liked it more and more: "Then, grandma would you like to introduce?"

She smiled and leaned closer: "How is my grandson?"

There was a slight "bang", and Song Wenting got up in a slightly panicked manner. She barely maintained a smile and was about to say something when the person who made the sound when the door was pushed has already entered the room.

The visitor was dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe, with a tall stature, walking like a gentleman, his dark hair was twisted into a bun, revealing a smooth forehead, and his entire jade-like face fell into view.

He approached, nodded and smiled at Grandma Ji, and then handed the bag in his hand to Song Wenting.

"What's the matter? You haven't seen me for a few days, don't you remember me?"

Seeing her dazed expression, Shen Heqing subconsciously teased.

"Just think about it." Song Wenting also joked along the way.

"Okay, that gift..." Shen Heqing, "confiscate it."

As he said that, he was about to take the bag back in Song Wenting's arms.

"Don't." Song Wenting was about to walk into the house holding the bag.

Gu Yin, who happened to take the piano for a long time, came out. She hugged the piano and looked at the man, and she was instantly happy: "What good day is today, are you all rushing to join me?"

Song Wenting put down the bag and took the piano from Gu Yin's arms.

Shen Heqing smiled and said, "I didn't know I was coming to you, so I stopped by to have a look."

Gu Yin laughed: "It turned out that I was just passing by."

Shen Heqing quickly comforted a few words in a warm voice, and then stepped forward, just as he was about to take the piano table carried by the aunt behind, Gu Yin greeted him: "Go and pick up the piano again, there are guests today, you and listen to play together. "

The two piano tables were half a meter apart, and Song Wenting and Shen Heqing sat down side by side.

Song Wenting was still wearing a light-colored long dress, which was elegant and reserved, but inexplicably matched the Taoist robe very well.

Gu Yin looked at the two proud gestures, and couldn't stop being relieved, but the expression of Grandma Ji next to her was a little wrong. She opened her mobile phone and secretly took a photo to send it to whom.

Until Gu Yin asked her: "Su Wan, what do you want to hear?"

Grandma Ji was originally named Nie Suwan. Since she was married to Ji's house, how long has the older who did not hear the name after leaving, her thoughts were scattered.

The unpopular piano song is also the representative song of the Qing Dynasty.

Song Wenting's thoughts were pulled and shaken.

When you do not meet the first encounter with Ji Yanzhou.

That was the year of high school.

On the eve of the school art festival.

She was informed by the class teacher to go to the stage to perform Guqin solo. Speaking of her opinion, but there was no tone to discuss in the words.

Song Wenting has a warm temper again, so he had to come down. The song chose at that time was the song "Looking for a Man to Return".

Then she began to practice at the school's special music classroom daily.

But that day, the building of the music classroom happened to be under maintenance, and couldn't stand the harsh sound of drilling holes in the wall, so Song Wenting took the piano to the school's Siming Lake and chose a more secret corner.

At a pan -sounded place where Yu Yin was dazzling, a high -pitched and bright piano sound suddenly sounded.

It is the sound of the violin, and the tune is euphemistic. It was just that she was a little depressed at the time, and the sound of the voices of aggressiveness could not hear the sound of Guqin.

And this side is a good place she found for a long time, and she doesn't want to move.

So she got up, bypassed from a shrub, and saw the figure in the shade not far away.

The weight was long and upright. The sun was scattered from the gap between the shade of the tree to his white clothes, and it was broken into a piece of eyeball. The knuckles of the piano bow are quickly moved, and the song suddenly ends from high.

Song Wenting seemed to be stuck in place by nails, unable to move until the pair of peach blossom eyes came over.

The heartbeat reached the limit in an instant, and she completely forgot to come to discuss with him to discuss the piano venue.

Ji Yanzhou fell on her, like a demon charm with a hearty demon, he called her: "Elementary girl?"

Indifferent but with an inexplicable meaning, Song Wenting's cheeks were instantly hot, she lowered her head, covered her blush with her long hair, and then hurried away from him holding Qin.

It's not very exciting.

Later, she knew that he was a senior of the senior year. He studied a good family and liked to play violin. He liked to pull the violin. It was excellent and dazzling and wanton. Naturally, many people chased.

"Listen?"

Shen Heqing gently and gently pulled Song Wenting back from his memory, and he tilted his head to indicate, "Ready?"

After sorting out his thoughts, Song Wenting put his right hand on the quasi-1 emblem, and the two of them looked at each other and attacked together. The timbre is subtle and unassuming. In addition, this song is to describe the state of mind that love cannot be achieved. Naturally, it is necessary to show the inner emotions that are hidden and full of tension.

Gently rubbing his left hand, during the transformation of Yin Yichu Zhu's fingers, the song was complete.

In the early morning, Yu Yin did not disperse in the early morning.

Her admiring gaze was taken away from Song Wenting, and then she slid over the handsome face next to her, and asked Gu Yin, "This is your student too?"

Gu Yinxiao: "Yes. Ah A Qing and listened to it, I learned the piano from me since I was a child. They were all children with Huigen, but now they follow his grandpa to practice on the mountain."

"Oh." Grandma Ji, "I mean I haven't seen it before."

The conversation between the two became more and more enjoyable. Shen Heqing motioned Song Wenting to enter the room and leave them alone space.

The two sat on a bench in the house.

"How's it going recently?" Shen Heqing asked, raising her hand to rub Song Wenting's hair, but Song Wenting tilted her head to avoid it, "Shen Heqing, don't touch my hair."

Shen Heqing laughed out loud, but didn't force it any more: "Okay."

Song Wenting glanced at him helplessly and took up his question: "Fortunately, there are work arrangements for the performances in the group and the research institute, and the crew that I took over has also started, and I will join the group in two days. ."

Shen Heqing listened patiently, with a smile on her lips, looked at the Taoist robe on her body, and said nothing.

"By the way, you said earlier that you would go out to study in the second half of the year, did your grandfather agree?" Song Wenting asked with concern after saying that, "If you don't get used to it, don't force yourself."

Shen Heqing himself did not want to go down the mountain to study, but his parents insisted on doing everything possible to take him down the mountain. If his grandfather hadn't blocked him, he would have been a guqin master just like her.

"I can't help it." Shen Heqing didn't want to say more, and the topic turned around, "By the way, I heard that Aunt Yun is giving you a blind date?"

Song Wenting's face sank immediately. Her mother was so keen on this recently that she was so bored that she didn't want to say more: "I don't agree."

"Oh, look at your wrinkled face." I thought he was going to comfort her, but Shen Heqing laughed even more happily, "Like me, I don't have this trouble."

"..."

When it was almost noon, Shen Heqing was leaving, and Gu Yin outside also called Song Wenting to go out to see the guests, and Grandma Ji and grandson came to pick them up.

When Song Wenting went out, the figure happened to be walking from the end of the alley holding an umbrella.

I didn't expect to meet again so soon, Song Wenting only thinks that fate is sometimes a wonderful thing. When Grandma Ji was here before, she longed to see him. When he is not expected to meet him now, he appears frequently again.

"Gu Yin, this is Ji Yanzhou, my little grandson." Grandma Ji introduced a few people, and Ji Yanzhou responded politely.

Until he arrived at her place, Song Wenting somehow felt that his eyes seemed to be pressing down on the sudden light rain, and it was cold to the bone, but his words did contain a few hints of a smile, and he called her: "Mr. Song."