After the princess dressed as a school scum, she became a heartthrob

Chapter 114 Playing
In the evening, half of the sky was dyed red by the sunset glow, and the scorching air was also tainted with romance.

Si Jinyan of Shanqing Teahouse had already finished beating the flute and panpipe, and now only the five-stringed pipa and chime were left.

This set of chimes collected by Boss Fu should have been around for some years, and it is bigger than the ones performed by folk music orchestras on the general stage.

The chimes are made of stone or jade, but most of them are made of stone.

Boss Fu's set is made of blue limestone, and there are inconspicuous phoenix patterns carved on it.

When this set of chimes was put on the stage, everyone in the audience was a little stunned.

Today's posture is a bit big.

They are not people who have never seen the world. Most of the people who come here to drink tea and talk about things know a little about the owner of the teahouse, knowing that he likes to collect antiques and cultural relics.

So when this chime was brought out, everyone knew it was worth a lot.

Although Boss Fu likes to collect antiques and cultural relics, there are not many people who have the chance to visit those things in his collection.

Today's opportunity is really rare.

Boss Fu actually let people get all these things out.

Where did this little girl come from, with such a big face?
In the box on the second floor facing the stage, there were four people sitting, including Si Huayuan.

He came here today to discuss business. The other party is from the capital. I heard that he usually likes to listen to operas. Huijiao said, knowing that he has such a teahouse.

It's just that he didn't expect that before the business negotiation started, he accidentally saw his adopted daughter.

On the stage, a clean-dressed little girl stood happily, with a loose figure, but inexplicably arrogant and lazy, her whole body was filled with an air of nobility that surpassed those around her.

I don't usually feel like I'm at home.

At this time, we were at a distance, and seeing her with other people, Si Huayuan realized that his adopted daughter in name had undergone an astonishing change.

He didn't even know him a little.

He didn't pay attention to what Peng Linxuan said just now, he just thought it was another gimmick they made.

But I didn't expect that after Peng Linxuan stepped down, the performer standing behind in the shadows would be Xiaoyan's girl.

He subconsciously frowned.

As far as he knows, Xiaoyan has been in the Si family for so many years, and has never learned any musical instrument, let alone Peng Linxuan, who just now couldn't invite anything he wanted, and he seemed to praise Xiaoyan very highly.

Si Huayuan was a little worried that Si Jinyan wouldn't be able to perform for a while, he would lose face, and the little girl had an ugly face.

Seeing that Peng Linxuan was greeting the guests downstairs, he beckoned the secretary over and whispered a few words.

The secretary hadn't seen Si Jinyan formally since she didn't put on makeup, so she couldn't help being slightly surprised when she heard Si Huayuan's words. She glanced at the girl on the stage who was about to start playing, and nodded.

"President Si, do you know that little girl?" The man sitting opposite Si Huayuan asked in a Beijing accent, looking at his fifties.

Si Huayuan said with some embarrassment: "To tell you the truth, Mr. Xie said, that girl is my second daughter. The little girl has never learned any musical instrument before, so I thought it was fun, so I ran to the stage to make you laugh."

After Si Huayuan finished speaking, Si Jinyan had already started playing.

Mr. Xie, who originally had no expectations because of Si Huayuan's words, put away his casual expression when Si Jinyan played the first note.

It wasn't until the end of the song that he relaxed his body and let out a long breath.

"President Si is too modest. If Ling Qianjin's level is just for fun, then those who have studied pan flutes and classical instruments for many years and have not reached Ling Qianjin's level, I am afraid that they will It’s hard to be ashamed, and I don’t need to learn anymore.”

Mr. Xie's words made Si Huayuan stunned.

He didn't know much about art and such things, and he didn't even dabble in music, so he just thought Si Jinyan's piece was pretty nice, and he didn't think it was anything special.

I was also relieved that she could indeed blow.

I didn't expect Mr. Xie to say such a thing.

"What does Mr. Xie mean, my daughter plays pretty well?" Si Huayuan asked tentatively.

Mr. Xie glanced at him, a little dissatisfied, and felt that this person deliberately concealed his humility and a little vanity. Are all flute playing techniques imported from the West?"

Speaking of this, Mr. Xie looked at the little girl who stood calmly on the stage with a calm expression from beginning to end, and couldn't help but think in his heart, how could such a little girl be born in the Si family?

What a pity.

"As far as I know, the technique your daughter played just now is not a western technique. If I'm right, it should be a technique unique to our country. I just don't know where Lingqianjin learned it from. To be able to blow out a technique that has long been lost!"

Not only was Mr. Xie surprised, even Mr. Wu and Mr. Qin who were arranged to sit at the front table of the stage did not expect that what Si Jinyan played was not the western pan flute playing technique they were learning now, but It is the kind of cultural heritage that is uniquely engraved in the bones of Chinese people, even if you have never heard of it before.

Elder Wu and Elder Qin looked at Si Jinyan on the stage, and their eyes suddenly turned red.

It was a heartfelt emotion.

As researchers of classical musical instruments and classical music, they naturally hope that the country's musical instruments and music can be passed on forever without interruption.

But some things, because of various wishes, just disappeared in the torrent of history.

They have no way to stop it, they can only accept it silently.

And at this moment, those things that had been lost were suddenly played by a little girl in such a seemingly indifferent but solemn way, their chests began to swell with strange emotions, which made their bodies hot and their eye sockets sore.

Something was bubbling out from the depths of the body.

Can't stop it.

Boss Fu, who was accompanying the second elder, saw the appearance of the two of them, and couldn't help but look at the little girl who was preparing for the next show on the stage.

Calm and unhurried, standing indifferently, the kind of generosity and grace exuded from the bones in every gesture makes people dare not desecrate.

What is the origin of this little girl?
It's not like someone from the Si family at all.

He knew exactly how much the Si family weighed.

Their family is good, but they will never be able to raise such a daughter.

Even the daughters of noble families in ancient times may not have such a calm demeanor.

That is a kind of atmosphere of a superior person, not the elegance kept in a deep boudoir.

The people below didn't have much time to reflect on the performance just now, and Si Jinyan had already brought the scorpion over at this time, ready to start the second performance.

The 筚篥 looks a bit like Xiao, but it is different from Xiao.

It was invented by the ancient Kucha people.

There is another name for the 筚篥, which is called the sad 篥.

In ancient times, wars raged on the border almost all the year round, and there were few times of peace. Therefore, when the harpsichord was played, "the sound was sad, and the people around me blew it, and it shocked China's Ma Yun." The desolation is far away, and it seems to be able to bring people back to the ancient Kucha country, to see their former prosperity and the war-torn desolation.

The low and sad sound of chirping sounded slowly, and the huge teahouse gradually became silent. Even the busy kitchen stopped what they were doing and stood quietly on one side, listening to the sad and sad music.

In addition to the sense of sorrow, the musical instruments of the frontier can always give people a sense of emptiness and vastness of the desert.

It's like being alone, standing in the dim desert, the vast land, the vast expanse, the distant desert and the sky meet, forming a line, and in this world, only you are alone.

Both desolate and vast.

But there is also a heroic ambition that grows leisurely in his chest.

This is the unique musical instrument of the desert, and it is also the feeling that the desert can give people.

The northwest has always been barren and desolate, but only in this vast land can one feel the heroic expanse and the sudden emergence of hills and valleys in the chest.

As soon as the song ended, I don't know how many people relaxed their brows and eyes, and suddenly saw an incomparably open world, and the depression accumulated in their chests also quietly dissipated at this moment.

It is obviously such a sad song, even comparable to the erhu's melancholy mourning sound, but after listening to it, there is not only sadness in my chest, but also yearning for the vast land, and the pursuit of mountains and rivers.

After several seconds of silence, an unknown person took the lead in applauding.

That voice seemed to be applauding for the people on the stage even if they smashed their palms into pieces.

"Good! The little girl blows well!"

The voice is thick and thick, with an accent.

While everyone was applauding, they looked towards the voice and saw a person wearing national costumes by the window on the third floor, with a dark complexion and an excited expression on his face, staring at Si Jinyan on the stage with burning eyes.

Si Jinyan didn't expect that someone would applaud directly, he was slightly taken aback, handed the scorpion in his hand to the waiter who came up, and nodded to the man upstairs as a greeting.

"Why do I hear the voice upstairs sound familiar?" Mr. Xie muttered in the box.

Then he called an assistant, "Go and find out, is the person upstairs?"

The assistant nodded in response.

"Mr. Xie, look at this contract." Seeing the end of the music, Si Huayuan hurriedly started talking about the music.

Mr. Xie will leave from Fucheng tomorrow, if the negotiation fails tonight, the business will be lost.

And if the Si family wants to go further, cooperating with the Xie family is the best opportunity.

He can't miss it.

Mr. Xie looked at the contract in front of him and felt disappointed.

"It's easy to talk about the contract, let's talk about it after listening to the song." Mr. Xie waved his hand and said indifferently.

Naturally, Si Huayuan couldn't force it anymore, so he looked towards the stage.

Now, it's time to play the chimes.

Just now, Si Jinyan played two games in a row for about 10 minutes, and her cheeks felt a little uncomfortable, so she planned to take a break for the third game before playing.

In fact, if chimes are played solo, the effect is not very good, but Si Jinyan has no plan to ask Mr. Wu and Mr. Qin to play together.

At this moment, she was sitting in the backstage, taking a sip of the Tang Zhanmei that Peng Linxuan kindly asked someone to serve for her.

The elegant fragrance of plum blossoms relieved the tension between her brows a bit.

As soon as the teacup was put down and he rubbed his cheeks, Mr. Wu and Mr. Qin came in.

The two didn't mention the technique of playing the pan flute before, they only asked her if she was tired?
Don't play if you are tired, anyway, these two songs are enough for them.

As for Ruan Xie'er's thoughts, the two teachers didn't care at all.

Even Mr. Qin, with Si Jinyan as his apprentice, everything will be fine, and Ruan Mao'er, his grandniece, is not very important to him.

"Fortunately, I'm not tired." Si Jin said.

"That's good. If you're tired, you must speak up, but don't try to be brave." Elder Wu said lovingly.

Playing a musical instrument is not only a job that requires technology, but also a job that requires physical strength.

Just like the flute just now, if you are not physically strong, you may be paralyzed and have no strength.

Si Jinyan looked pretty good, his body didn't feel weak, but his cheeks felt a little sore.

After drinking tea, Si Jinyan was ready to go on stage.

As soon as he walked onto the stage, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw several figures coming in.

There are actually Yan Shaoqiang and Lu Xiaoran.

Not long after they were seated, Si Jinxi also came.

What a coincidence.

This teahouse is really lively today.

At this time, Si Jinxi should be at school preparing for evening self-study, but she came to this teahouse, and behind her was a man who seemed to be dressed a little bit differently from here.

Si Jinyan saw Si Jinxi, and Si Huayuan, who was already a bit bored on the second floor, also looked at Si Jinxi at the door.

Seeing her and the people behind her, brows frowned.

"Mr. Xie, excuse me."

At this time, Mr. Xie was focused on listening to the music, and he was eager for Si Huayuan's departure, so he waved his hand to express his freedom.

Si Huayuan went down to the first floor, just in time to block Si Jinxi.

".Dad?!" Si Jinxi didn't expect her to be so unlucky, she wanted to find a place where people wouldn't recognize her to talk about things, but unexpectedly ran into her father.

A moment of panic flashed across his face.

Si Huayuan looked a little cold, glanced at the man behind her, and said in a deep voice, "Come with me."

The three of them arrived at a new box, and Si Huayuan directly asked why Si Jinxi was here?

Si Jinxi wanted to find an excuse to perfunctory the past, but Si Huayuan looked very refined, but he was actually not that easy to fool.

She pursed her lips, but finally said nothing.

Seeing that she refused to speak, Si Huayuan pointed to the man behind her and asked, "Who is he?"

Si Huayuan didn't think that person would be his daughter's boyfriend.

Her eyesight couldn't be that bad.

"A friend." Si Jinxi hesitated and said.

"Friend? What kind of friend? Why didn't I know that you have a lot of homework these days when you come back, and you still have time to make friends?" And he is also a friend of social people.

Si Huayuan didn't ask this sentence.

It still saves some face for Si Jinxi.

"He, he is a distant relative of Shanshan. He came to see Shanshan for something, but Shanshan couldn't leave, so he asked me to treat her for a while, so I brought someone here." Si Jinxi began to use Li Shanshan as a shield .

"Since she is a relative of the Li family and Shanshan's child is not free, their parents will not ignore her. I will call her father right now." Si Huayuan took out his mobile phone and prepared to call Li Shanshan's father. Telephone.

Si Jinxi panicked, and quickly stopped Si Huayuan, "Dad, I was wrong, don't call Shanshan's father."

(End of this chapter)