I didn't intend to be a Fairy

The upstairs is not a closed room, but an open room, with no walls on all sides, only railings and gauze curtains. If the wind is stronger, rain can float in.

The wooden floor was scrubbed extremely clean, some tables and futons were placed, and the breeze was elegant and quiet.

Behind the pure white gauze curtain in front, a woman sits in front of a guqin, chatting with the literati at the front of the seat, about what music they are playing today, and about the ghosts of the past few days.

The seats should be arranged according to the amount of money paid. I heard that the minimum is fifteen taels, so Song You handed over the one and a half silver that Wu Xiaxia gave him once, which should have been given to him by the female ghost of the Peach Blossom Mountain Brothel. Therefore, the seat is also the place farthest from the luthier. Instead, leaning on the railing, you can see Changjing in the wind and rain when you turn your head, and the rain-washed streets when you lower your head.

The sound of wind and rain is very clear.

In such an open environment, the closer you are, the clearer you can hear.

Song You looked up at the woman at the front.

The pure white gauze curtain makes people feel quiet, especially today when it is raining heavily, the sky itself is not bright, and the attic is a bit darker. When the gauze curtain is blown by the wind and accompanied by the sound of rain outside, it becomes even quieter. It will be another feeling when the wind blows it up on a sunny day.

Hanging it here should also add elegance, and it doesn't mean to use it to cover the woman behind.

When the gauze curtain is blown by the wind, the woman and the qin are exposed.

It was an exquisite and simple piano, with black lacquer and gold thread, classic and gorgeous, the world said it had been passed down for thousands of years, and it was worth tens of thousands of gold, Song You didn't know, but the traces of time could indeed be seen from it.

That is a beautiful woman.

She was dressed in pure white clothes, without any variegated decorations, nor any styles. The only special thing was that it was extraordinarily white. The clothes are also very casual to wear on the body, apart from making people look dusty, they have no decorative effect on the woman's beauty.

That face is so beautiful.

I don't know how to get such a beautiful face. If someone wants to modify it, I'm afraid it won't work even a single bit, because no matter what point is changed, it can't be more beautiful than it is now.

People say that she is more beautiful than the most beautiful woman in the world without makeup, which may be a bit exaggerated, but to say that her skin is whiter than snow and flawless is just the most appropriate description. In this era where sun protection and skin care technology is far inferior to that of later generations, everyone's skin is generally bad, so stunning, it only reminds Song You of Xiao Yanxian, if it is not the natural beauty of a fairy, it is a demon.

Or, as rumored, other methods were used.

Song You stared at her calmly.

But I saw a gust of wind blowing, lifting the white gauze on the attic, whether it was in front or around, and even brought in some drizzle, hitting the Taoist's face, making it cool.

The woman bowed to others and began to play the piano.

With a swipe of the fingertips, the sound suddenly resounded.

The sound of the zither really seemed to be flowing, not in a hurry at all, the first few sounds were leisurely, but each sound had a long aftertaste, unknowingly, people calmed down and listened to the follow-up.

There are many scholars sitting below, listening quietly.

The Taoist also narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his eyes away from the woman, and turned to look outside.

I heard a sentence before, waving strings while cranes dance, blowing bamboo and dragons singing, until now I heard the sound of the qin, although many details have been lost here, and it is mixed with the sound of wind and rain outside at this moment, and the sound of sticking. I heard the sound of the white gauze curtain being blown by the wind and trembled after the rain, but I still had an understanding of this sentence.

If it is such a sound of nature, it wouldn't be strange for a crane to hear it and dance, right?

Time passed quietly, like the sound of a piano.

I don't know the name of this piece of music, but I think it is quiet and long, mellow and moving, which really fits with the drizzling weather outside at this time.

Changjing under the rain was shrouded in smog, blurred in the distance, and cleared by the rain in the vicinity. The bluestone on the ground and the black tiles on the roof all showed their original colors. Under the heavy rain, no matter the people walking on the street or the people standing downstairs, everyone's umbrella looks like a flower. When the rain is wet, it seems that the dirt has been washed away, and the color is brighter.

For a moment, it seemed as if the sound of the piano was gone, and it all melted into the rain scene in front of me.

For a while, the rain scene merged with the sound of the piano, and they were indistinguishable from each other.

Even the sound of the wind and rain outside didn't seem to interfere with the sound of the piano, but instead became a part of the sound of the piano, complementing it, and even the sound of the wind blowing the gauze curtains was no longer abrupt. At this moment, Changjing Everything in my life is so harmonious with this piano sound.

Song You was stunned for a moment, surprised in his heart.

This girl from Wanjiang only strokes once a day, and takes at least a few hundred taels of silver. I don't know if it's just for money, but she should have a little more purpose when playing the piano, and she can still have such a level.

If she only plays the piano for the sake of playing the piano...

I heard that when she plays the qin sometimes, it can really attract birds to sing together, cranes to dance, and make it rain on sunny days and snow in summer. Maybe at that time, she just played the qin according to her own heart?

Song You hadn't seen it before, and couldn't figure it out clearly.

He can only say that there is no enchanting magic in this zither sound. The reason why it is so fascinating is entirely due to the superb qin skills and superb skills.

Just like Yang Gong of Songlu in Yidu at that time, he didn’t perform as a performer himself, he just invited friends to play the piano at home every day for fun, and those who love vocal music would travel hundreds of miles away, just to stand outside the wall and listen to a song . And just like Master Kong outside Yizhou City, the resurrection of the dead objects carved did not use any magic, but was caused by superb skills.

Judging from the sound of the piano today, the woman's attainment is obviously higher than that of Yang Gong. Although it is not as exaggerated as Master Kong's resurrection of the wood carving, it can be called "only in the sky".

The Taoist also gradually became fascinated, and went to the sound of the rain.

The sound of the piano gradually stopped, but the rain outside did not stop.

The woman inside the gauze curtain sat still, while the literati below were somewhat relieved, while others were still immersed in the sound of the rain and the sound of the piano.

The woman was not in a hurry and took a long time to get up.

"Thank you gentlemen..."

Give a deep salute, get up and leave.

It's just that when she walked by, she turned her head and glanced at the place where the Taoist was.

There was a cloth bag next to the Taoist, the material was ordinary at first glance, but inside the bag was bulging, revealing the head of a three-coloured cat staring at her.

The woman's eyes fluctuated, and her pace did not stop.

...

The Taoist was the first to go downstairs.

The group of literati were still upstairs, either reminiscing about the lingering lingering sounds, or whispering the sound of the piano and their insights just now.

When I went downstairs, the guests downstairs were still there, and the people on the street outside the door were drenched in the rain, but they walked away a little bit.

The man at the same table had already stood up, but leaned against the door frame and did not leave. A khaki oil-paper umbrella was placed next to him. His face was dull and his eyes were out of focus, as if he was thinking about it. It wasn't until Song You walked up to him and stood still that he gradually came back to his senses, picked up his umbrella and whispered to Song You:

"Brother Tai just went upstairs and forgot to take an umbrella. I was afraid that you would come down late and someone else would take it away, so I specially guarded it here for you."

"Thank you, sir."

"The wine that I should thank brother Taiwan for giving me is..."

"I'll take my leave."

"Upstairs...is the piano sound nice upstairs?"

"Sounds good."

As Song You said to him, he opened the umbrella, walked out of the shop building and walked into the rain with a bag with the Sanhua cat on it.

Changjing is a must, and its reputation is well-deserved. This trip is worth it.

It's just that Changjing has more than this side.

Not only the wind, flowers, snow and moon, but also the intoxicating sound of the piano, just like the rain at this time, which naturally washes away the fine dust and shows the beauty of another side of Changjing, but how many people are getting wet in the rain?

When the Taoist walked halfway, the umbrella disappeared.

Instead, it was an old man who went to the city and didn't know what to do. He just huddled under the eaves at the foot of the wall to avoid the rain, holding an umbrella. The spring rain is still a bit cold, where the eaves at the foot of the wall can block the wind and rain, his clothes are already wet a lot, but the rainy day gets dark very early, and he was debating whether to go back in the rain or stay in the city for one night, sad Endless...

Going back in the rain, how can the old body withstand the rain?

Staying in the city for one night, where do you go for shelter on a rainy night?

I only sigh that God has no eyes and only bullies the poor.

When I was sad, someone handed me an umbrella.

Holding the umbrella, he turned his head, and saw that figure wearing a rucksack, had already walked away in the rain, and there was a cat's head poking out of the rucksack, turning his head to look at him.

The Taoist is not afraid of the rain, so he braved the rain to return home, and flowers bloomed step by step on the stone road that gradually accumulated water.

The cat is not afraid of the rain, even if the Taoist tells her to hide in the bag, she refuses. She insists on poking her head out, sometimes looking up at the Taoist who is getting drenched by the rain, and sometimes turning her head to look at the passing pedestrians and umbrellas. Sometimes I look down at the water splashed by people on the ground. No one knows what is going on in the cat's mind, but her eyes are like amber, and she sees everything clearly.

There is no one in the alley, only running water.

"Does Empress Sanhua think the piano sounds good today?" the Taoist asked in a low voice.

"I don't know~"

Sanhuamao answered honestly, then thought for a while, and then said: "But Lady Sanhua sounds very comfortable, that voice seems to be similar to what we heard in Yidu."

"Empress Sanhua still remembers Duke Yang of Yidu."

"Mr. Yang~"

It seems that I don't remember much.

Song You didn't care, and just said to her: "Today, it is said that this person in Changjing is the best at playing the piano. Her piano sound is probably the best in Changjing and even in this world."

"It seems very powerful~"

"Now Empress Sanhua is also a cat who has seen Changjing Yijue and heard such a powerful piano sound."

"It seems very powerful!"

Song You just smiled.

Through this alley is Willow Street.

The female hero almost came back with him, neither of them opened an umbrella, both were soaked in the water, very embarrassed, when they bumped into each other on the street, they just smiled at each other.

It's just a big laugh, saying that he can also get caught in the rain.

A smile, saying that man is also heaven occasionally.

...

It was raining today, and I thought that the lady would not send someone to ask again, but I didn't expect that later, her maid came in the rain, and entered the shop in a carriage with an umbrella.

"Sir! Have you gone to see it?"

"went."

"How? Jiang was a goblin that night? But he used a little ghost to keep his youth? But he used a demon to confuse people?"

"Please don't worry, I have already met you. That Miss Wanjiang is really good at playing the piano, and there is no magic or magic in the sound of the piano to confuse people." Song You paused, "I have never heard of it before. She has seen signs of harming people with demons and sorcery, so she can't be called a demon, so please go back and report to Madam, I can't help you, please be wise."

"How? I don't believe it! Sir, don't protect her just because she looks good!"

"I have cultivated my mind for many years, and I am not good at women."

"Please go see it again, sir!"

"Please be clever..."

The servant girl was disappointed and helpless, but Song You had already confiscated a penny from them, so she couldn't say anything else, so she had to leave.