Chapter 169

"Look at his affectation. Can he do it?"

"If you can't play it, you'll have to pay a hundred thousand dollars and make a joke. It's really funny."

"Didn't you hear him just now? You asked the little sister of Hanfu to deliver the goods to the door, and said that they would be delivered to the Imperial Palace on the 20th of this month. I doubt that the goods have any problems."

"I guess it's mentally retarded. What's the imperial Crystal Palace? Can you go anywhere? He should take care of himself by peeing. What kind of virtue is he bragging in public

"Nowadays, there is no tax on boasting. There are always bulls flying all over the sky, and there are ox hairs everywhere!"

The crowd began to stir up, pointing at Lin Xuan. If these people knew that the person sitting in front of the zither was a waste of the Qin family, they would surely burst into laughter.

Even if the waste is famous, he is still so shameless. I don't know what kind of laughingstock will be set off after dinner.

However, in order to avoid the trouble, Lin Xuan is not necessary.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng... "

When Lin Xuan's fingers touched the strings, the guzheng began to glow with melody. All the people were stunned, including those who were ready to leave, stopped one after another.

Even if it has not entered the high tide part of the melody, but just at the beginning of playing, there is a wonderful rhythm coming to you, as if you are in the spring breeze, warm and cool.

The beauty of this melody is not lingering in the ears, but more like being deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and hitting the soul.

Or it is like the sound of nature, resounding through the vast universe and penetrating the soul.

Everyone seems to be standing on the land of the long dry desert, China, chapped, barren, withered grass.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng... "

The sound of Guzheng continued to ring, and the melodious melody filled the air. All of a sudden, it was like standing in the mountains and rivers, high mountains and flowing water, and echoing in the valley. It was more like a crane flying, a school of fairyland.

Then, there are dingdong streams, trickling streams, dingdong sound, a deep mountain spring, washing everyone's heart, has a wonderful unobstructed.

Stop, surprise, aftertaste

everyone's looks as like as two peas are on the face. They are full of emoticons.

All things are moistened by the rain, and the world is moistened by the gentle rain

"Zheng!"

When the dust settled, everyone was totally intoxicated with the beautiful melody, including the girl in Hanfu. She was filled with tears and exclaimed: "it's wonderful, so wonderful. I can't imagine that someone in this world can play such a unique melody. The sandalwood guzheng of my family is always the master of the famous flower."

"Pa pa pa pa..."

"Good, great!"

"Mom, I'm like an immortal. I don't know the rhyme at all. I can't think of the music that he plays, and my soul is completely gone."

"Yes, yes, who is he? I wonder if he is immortal? "

"The music he played completely let me into an ethereal realm. His melody is so pure that he is really like a soul singer."

"He is really the incarnation of God. He is a man. He can't play such a wonderful tune."

"I finally understand what is high mountains and flowing water, and the sound is lingering. After listening to this piece of music, I'm afraid I'll be intoxicated with such a wonderful melody all my life

many fans, began to worship tiktok Lin Xuan, and even earlier, the early Song of Lin Xuan played the picture, made a small video, in the circle of friends, in micro-blog, in the trembling voice, in various social platforms.

After playing the song, Lin Xuan stood up, and the girl in Hanfu came over, tears falling down her cheek, "Sir, may I have your name? Can I see your real face? You are a real master. "

Lin Xuan ha ha ha a smile, "you can not forget, deliver to the door, this month 20, Emperor Hao Crystal Palace."

At this time, Qin Shi Shi and Shen Lan had finished their hair and came out from the front line of fashion. They were deeply attracted by the wonderful guzheng played by Lin Xuan.

However, when they arrived, it was just when Lin Xuan finished playing and got up.

Shen Lan crowded into the crowd. When she saw the figure of Lin Xuan, tears filled her eyes, she pulled Qin's poetry and said excitedly: "mysterious warm man, ah ah ah My prince charming, unexpectedly, he He is still a little prince It's incredible

Qin poetry to see has been oblivion into the crowd of figures, micro frown, how is this back so familiar?

Han girls also want to catch up, but Lin Xuan left smartly, and soon disappeared in the crowd, no longer see the figure.

"Master, what a master The girl in Hanfu was amazed.

"Lan Lan, people are gone, don't be obsessed with it!" Qin poetry reminds Shen Lan, who is intoxicated with happiness.Shen Lan came back to her senses. When she saw it again, there was no Lin Xuan's figure. She ran quickly to catch up with her.

In the vast sea of people, where there is Lin Xuan's figure, she is also disappointed to mumble a small mouth, "Oh, God really will tease me, once again let me pass by my mysterious warm man, where is he and who is he? Why does it always appear and vanish mysteriously

Qin poetry comforted a sentence, "Lan Lan, you don't commit a flower mania, your condition is not bad, you want to find a golden tortoise son-in-law, is not it easy to catch it?"

"I don't want a golden tortoise son-in-law. In my whole life, I have determined that he is the mysterious warm man, and he is my real one." Shen Lan said firmly.

Ren Niu's character is unknown to her.

Just in the mind of Qin poetry, the figure appeared again, too familiar.

However, if you think about it carefully, you just remember that the mysterious man saved her when Duan Ye bullied her downstairs of Guokang Pharmaceutical Group.

"Where did Lin Xuan go again?"

Qin poetry suddenly thought of something, looked left and right, did not see Lin Xuan.

"Poetry, I'm in love again, I'm lovelorn again, I'm sure I'll lose sleep again tonight!" Shen Lan is still addicted to the mysterious warm man, Prince Charming's dreamland, murmuring to herself, she seems to have lost her soul.

"Well, honey, listen to my sister, it's yours. It's not yours. You can't come. What's the name of that sentence? Sometimes you have to have it in your life. Don't force yourself to do it all the time. " Qin poetry had to comfort Shen Lan again.

Shen Lan said in her heart: "compared with the waste son-in-law, poetry can only accept fate. Who wants to marry a loser like Lin Xuan is really a lifetime of sorrow. If I were Shen Lan, of course, I would like to find a mysterious warm man like this... "

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