Chapter 937

As like as two peas, Xie Daoyun was the only one who had the same poem in the world as the same talented woman in the past. He felt a sense of Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng.

What is the connection between this world and previous lives, and what is the relationship between this Xie Daoyu and his own Xie Daoyu in that world?

He thought for half a day, his head was too big to understand what was going on, and he simply didn't think about it. It's the so-called that there is wine now and he is drunk now. At least there are living people in front of him. Why worry about the sky.

"Brother Zu, isn't that a bad sentence for me?" Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Xie Daoyu asked with some caution.

Xie Xiu was a little upset. On weekdays, his sister was so confident in this aspect. As a result, he first doubted his ability in the face of zu'an, so he said, "sister, I don't know how much better this sentence is than mine."

Xie Daoyi snorted, "who can compare with you."

Xie Xiu: "

I feel I've been critically hurt. I'm really my sister.

Zu'an returned to God: "Tao Kai is modest. This sentence is very good. I happen to have a poem for you here."

"Give it to me?" Xie Daoyi's cheeks were slightly hot, and his heart was still full of expectation. "I'm all ears."

Zu'an looked at her quiet face and slowly said, "Yongxu was surprised when Xianhua reflected the water; where was the pure heart, the mountain moon was illuminated by the snow."

Xie Daokai's face turned red. Now everyone is sitting by the lake. The water next to him can reflect everyone's face. Is he praising me for being amazing?

What does the last sentence mean? Is he asking me where my heart belongs?

"Thank you, brother Zu. I'll find a paper to write it down." Not knowing how to deal with it, she simply got up and fled the scene. When she returned to the room, her heart pounded.

She took out her pen and ink. She was good at calligraphy on weekdays. Now she practiced runes here, and her study went to a higher level. She could quickly transcribe a poem or an article, but at this time, her hand stayed in the air and couldn't write.

"How can he do this? He obviously has a wife." Xie Daokai clenched her red lips tightly, and her undulating chest showed that she was in a very restless mood.

Wait, Miss Chu seems to have separated from him. In a sense, he is still single.

But the relationship between the Chu family and him seems to be very close

At this time, the ink on the tip of the pen finally couldn't bear it and dropped on the paper.

Oh, I'm so bored!

Outside, Xie Xiu stared at zu'an dumbfounded. If it weren't for his sister, he really wanted to thumbs up and praise it. It's really high.

As a veteran of flowers, he can't see the lethality of each other's poem. The sound of his sister's footsteps leaving in a hurry is obviously upset.

He said angrily, "brother Zu, do you really have no sister or sister?"

Zuan shook his head: "no, I'm an orphan."

Xie Xiu can only whisper bad luck. He lost a lot this time.

Eh, wait, although he doesn't have a sister, his wife does. The eldest miss of the Chu family has a sister.

However, thinking of Chu's appearance of holding the whistling whip, he immediately gave up the idea.

"What are you talking about?" At this time, Xie Daokai had returned, and his face had returned to normal, but he still had a slight indiscernible blush.

"Nothing," Zuan smiled, then looked at the volume in her hand. "Have you written it, let me see."

Zilai took the roll of white paper from the other party's hand and unfolded it. He couldn't help but exclaim, "your words are so beautiful."

Her handwriting is so beautiful that people can know that it was written by a gentle and quiet beauty.

Gao Ying's previous calligraphy was good, but it was still a lot worse than hers.

"That's right. My sister's Zanhua Xiaokai is famous in Mingyue city. Many people ask for a pair of ink treasures." Xie Xiu proudly showed off, but he regretted it as soon as he exported it. What did he do? The better he blew his sister, the more coveted it was by some people.

"It's not so exaggerated. Many are just trying to please our father." Xie Daoyu said shyly.

"Tao Kai is modest. We all see your talent." Zuan smiled. "By the way, I owe you a song before. I just thought of a suitable one."

"Really?" Xie Daoyi was surprised and happy. She loved these. Moreover, she was curious when she saw zu'an's music style last time.

"Can I deceive you?" Zu'an watched "Xiaoao Jianghu" in his previous life. He was very curious about the "Guangling San" in it and specially searched it on the Internet. Unfortunately, he just listened to it by the keyboard man. He didn't have the ability to play.

Originally, he could not remember the music score, but now his cultivation is getting higher and higher, and his memory is becoming stronger and stronger. He can gradually recall some things he had seen before.

Next, he told Xie Daoyu the music score in the way of the world record. Xie Daoyu was itchy and invited them directly to the house. After all, playing the piano is elegant. It hurts the artistic conception to eat and drink while playing the piano.

Xie Xiu looked depressed and reluctantly looked at the copper pot on one side. He thought I wasn't full yet, but he didn't dare to spoil his sister's interest. He had to follow up unhappily.

Xie Daoqian first washed his hands with water, dried them with a white cloth, lit a pot of sandalwood, and then carefully took out a Guqin. The whole process was full of classical and quiet beauty.

Zuan was amazed and thought that this was the real sense of ceremony.

Soon, the quiet sound of the piano began to sound. At the beginning, it was still somewhat astringent, but Xie Daoyu's piano skills were superb and soon entered the state.

Xie Xiu was a bit of a charlatan at first, but her expression soon changed. Her last mouth was unknowingly big.

Xie Daoyi was even more calm. His chest was very undulating. Obviously, he had been led by the mood in the piano.

Zu'an is the calmest one. After all, he has heard it in his previous life. In addition, he is rarely influenced by guqin music, and it is difficult to tell whether it is good or bad.

All the attention was on each other's chest, wondering if she would put her chest on the table when she drew runes on weekdays? Otherwise, it would take too much effort.

At the end of the song, the whole room was very quiet. Xie Daoyu sat in place and didn't get up for a long time.

Zuan noticed that the light fluff on her neck seemed to stand up, and her eyes were filled with tears. She had to sigh that she was really a piano lover and could resonate so much.

After a long time, Xie Daoyi just looked at him: "brother Zu, does this song have a name?"

"This song is called Guangling San." After zu'an answered, he regretted that he should change his name for such a good opportunity. For example, zu'an gave Tao Yi, and he could take the opportunity to brush another wave of goodwill.

"Guangling San"... "Xie Daokai wrote down the name silently," by the way, why can I feel the sadness, anger and killing in this song? "

Zuan was surprised and thought to himself, can you feel it?

He thought and explained: "This song actually tells a story. In ancient times, there was a warrior with excellent cultivation. He had a friend who was kind to him. The friend was framed by political enemies and came to the warrior several times. Although he never spoke, the warrior understood each other's thoughts. But he never promised and served his old mother. He didn't find it until his mother died three years later He promised to avenge his friend. "

"So he killed the political enemy's residence alone with a sword and stabbed him to death under the protection of many bodyguards. Unfortunately, he had been surrounded by subsequent soldiers. The samurai knew he would die, so he waved his sword and killed himself. He was afraid that he would be recognized after his death and implicated his elder sister at home. He deliberately used a dagger to draw his face before killing himself."

"But later, her sister took the initiative to collect the body for him and lamented that she knew his pains, but how could her name not be known..."

After hearing this story, Xie Daokai had already burst into tears, and Xie Xiu's eyes were red. In order to avoid tears, he hurried to say: "I'm really a hero. I didn't go to assassinate until I served my mother. This is filial piety; it's righteousness to risk my life for my friends."

"I even lament their sister and brother friendship," Xie Daoyi sighed. "The warrior disfigured himself in order not to disturb his sister, and my sister chose not to die for his reputation. I really admire him."

Xie Xiu also stood up: "these heroes are fascinating! I don't know when I can..."

Before he finished, he was interrupted by Xie Daoyu: "I'd rather you be a playboy on weekdays than like him."

Xie Xiushan smiled: "I just talk about it. Am I that kind of person?"

Is it Miss Zhang's waist or Miss Wang's Naizi's fragrance?

This kind of thing is fascinating. If you are crazy, you should do that.

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