Chapter 19 The real famous guqin master


    "He Chen, what''s wrong?"


    Sheng Yunyi noticed his trance and raised her head.


    The sound of the guqin came from the second room on the third floor, as clear as the clear spring in the mountains, and as ethereal as the sound of a bird in the valley.


    Zhou Hechen looked dazed and sighed: "The sound of the guqin reminds me of the days when I lived in Nancheng when I was a child. I had heard it before..."


    He didn''t say anything more.


    When he was born, the monks at Hualun Temple said that he had a disaster in his fate and needed to be kept in the countryside before he could avoid it.


    So he grew up with his grandmother in Nancheng since childhood, and was taken back to Jiangcheng at the age of ten.


    Nancheng has a rich cultural atmosphere, and craftsmen can be seen everywhere on the streets. He has been influenced by his ears for several years and he also loves classical music and cultural relics very much.


    Sheng Yunyi smiled: "Then I will go up with you and see which famous artist is."


    "You understand me." Zhou Hechen also smiled.


    The two went upstairs together.


    With Yan Tingfeng''s ears, he already knew everything when Zhou Hechen and Sheng Yunyi stepped on the first step.


    He closed his eyes, and a faint murderous intent appeared at the tail of his eyes: "No one saw him."


    Rong Yu was still confused: "Ah?"


    He was confused for more than ten seconds until the door was knocked, and he understood what Yan Tingfeng meant.


    Rong Yu didn''t think so at first, but the person outside the door was obviously very persistent. He knocked on it several times before he opened the door and said irritably, "What are you doing?"


    Zhou Hechen only wanted to know who the guqin was, but the door was blocked tightly by the area, and he could only glimpse the blue skirt embroidered with golden dragon patterns.


    Rong Yu: "What are you looking at? Who are you?"


    Zhou Hechen''s eyes instantly turned violent: "Ji-"


    "Sir, I''m so sorry." Sheng Yunyi held Zhou Hechen''s hand in time and smiled gently, "It''s just that we don''t know which famous artist is playing the guqin. He and I both like classical music and want to visit him."


    Rongyu is very cold: "No, get out!"


    “Bang!”


    The door was ruthlessly closed.


    Zhou Hechen''s expression also completely cooled down and his hands hit the wall hard.


    Will anyone in Jiangcheng not know him?


    "He Chen, don''t be angry, it''s your own body." Sheng Yunyi comforted him, "The famous artists have some tempers. Let''s go back and check which famous artist has the latest itinerary in Jiangcheng. It''s not too late for us to visit again."


    Zhou Hechen breathed slowly and calmed down: "Okay, listen to you."


    "Let''s go and watch the exhibition first." Sheng Yunyi held his arm and the two left.


    In the lounge, the sound of the piano flows endlessly.


    The sound of the piano is ethereal, but it makes people see a strong stream, breaking through layers of mountains and ridges, and finally merging into the vast sea, shattering the stubborn stones together with the storm.


    I don’t know how long it took, the sound of the piano ended and the waves stopped.


    "Is it over?" Rong Yu seemed to have just woken up from a long dream, and he was still a little overwhelmed.


    He has also heard many classical concerts, and this is the first time he has not yet fulfilled his wish.


    "Yeah." Ye Wanlan put down the piano and nodded, "I have something to do, let''s leave first."


    "Where are Miss Ye?" Yan Tingfeng coughed and smiled slightly, "I''ll send Miss Ye to see her off."


    Ye Wanlan turned around, looked at him quietly for three seconds, and raised his eyebrows: "Okay, go drive, I''ll wait for you."


    Looking at the girl''s back, Rong Yu winked and asked, "Brother, do you like her?"


    Yan Tingfeng blinked and smiled gently, with each word filled with affection: "I like it, I like it very much."


    Rong Yu heard it and was sweating.


    Why does he think that this is the kind of thing he likes to make the other party into a specimen?


    He wrapped his clothes tightly in fear.


    Originally, he had to deal with Yan Tingfeng as a madman, but now he has become two, and his brother is even more crazier because of Ye Wanlan, the madman. He really can''t stay in this world!


    **


    At nine o''clock in the evening, Ye Wanlan and Cheng Qingli met and brought a cup of milk tea she liked as usual.


    "Sister Lan, it''s so late today, where are we going?"


    "Today I''ll find our fashion design director."


    Cheng Qingli subconsciously said, "Which club is in?"


    "No." Ye Wanlan looked far away, "He is in Little Kings Mountain."


    Xiaojinshan is a wild mountain to the east of Jiangcheng, where racing enthusiasts often gather.


    Especially on the night without stars or moon, it is a gathering place for lunatics.


    When the two arrived at the bottom of the mountain, many people had already entered the mountain. The roar of cars came and the carnival began on the top of the mountain.


    Cheng Qingli suddenly said, "Wow, Sister Lan, someone is here to cosplay! Let me search for which white-haired character it is!"


    Ye Wanlan looked over and unexpectedly found that he was someone he knew.


    Yan Tingfeng leaned against the car in a black leather jacket, his long white hair was eye-catching, his expression was indifferent, but his phoenix eyes were full of brilliance, with a faint smile.


    But this smile is not bottomless, and the depths of my pupils are still cold.


    Many people looked at him, amazed at his grand face, but no one dared to come forward to chat with him.


    Ye Wanlan''s eyes narrowed.


    This is a very strange man.


    Seeing him during the day is like the warm sunshine, gentle and elegant.


    The dark night meets him like a dark tide in the abyss, unpredictable and impermanent.


    The appearance is like a fairy, but the heart is like a demon.


    How could a person''s personality be split into two?


    He turned his head and saw her, his eyebrows were still faint, as if he didn''t know her.


    When he saw her eyes falling on his hair, he suddenly laughed and walked towards her.


    "Wig." Yan Tingfeng stroked a strand of white hair and asked again, "Isn''t it good-looking?"


    This is his real hair, and he will take medicine to cover it up on weekdays.


    Historical books will not record everything, and many famous and surnamed characters have only been mentioned in just a few words.


    The six major sects have had a great influence in history, but after all, they are forces in the martial arts world. The court will not know the past, let alone know his secrets.


    Ye Wanlan said: "It looks pretty good, I''m a white-haired controller."


    Yan Tingfeng paused and raised his eyebrows in surprise for the first time: "What?"


    Ye Wanlan also raised his hand and curled up a strand of white hair: "When he saw the white hair, he wanted to bully him and see him cry."


    There is murderous intention to condense in an instant!


    But the next second, Yan Tingfeng suddenly laughed out loud, his phoenix eyes bent, and his voice was clear and moving: "Miss Ye, you are really interesting. Are you not afraid of death when you come here so late?"


    Ye Wanlan looked at him: "What about you?"


    "Me?" Yan Tingfeng stopped laughing again, but his voice was gentle, "I like to see human life."


    Xiaojinshan is extremely steep, and the mountain road is forced by racing enthusiasts.


    Tourists who come here will only watch the sunrise and sunset at Kingsoft Hotel, and no normal person will enter the mountains.


    So when she saw Ye Wanlan, Sheng Yunyi was very surprised. She didn''t think about it and contacted Zhou Hechen directly.


    "He Chen, I saw Miss Ye on the side of Xiao Jinshan." She was very embarrassed, "She was with a few gangsters playing racing. They had already entered. If something happened to her when she got drunk at night... Even if she got angry with you, it would be a bit too much."


    Brother Yan: I want to listen to her answer, and if I don’t feel satisfied, I will kill him.


    Sister Lan: Bullying Baimao made him cry.


    Brother Yan:?


    ??Three hundred years ago, Brother Yan didn’t like Sister Lan, and they had never met each other before. Sister Lan didn’t like Brother Yan, nor did she say she didn’t like it. It was just that it was not between men and women. They were the mutual appreciation between heroes.


    After all, at that time, the two of them were only qualified to be their opponents, and it was not enough to define them by the relationship between men and women.


    ??At present, Brother Yan is in a state where he is very interested in Sister Lan but wants to kill her very much.


    ??


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    (This chapter ends)