The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 710
He begged his master to give him another chance, and his master nodded in agreement. However, within a few days, his old habits returned.

This time, the master didn't hit or scold him. He just threw down ten taels of silver and pushed him out.

Ten taels of silver can buy a lot of sheep. When you go home and buy sheep for your parents, the sheep will give birth to lambs, and the lambs will give birth to little lambs. You can also have white rice at home.

He turned around and walked away happily, but as he walked, he felt panicked for some reason. The more he walked, the more panicked he felt, as if a hole suddenly opened in his heart and air was leaking out.

He gritted his teeth and ran back again.

When he ran to the door, he heard a burst of piano music, and he burst into tears.

"Yan Sanhe, you know there is a kind of piano music in this world, which is so sad that it can clench your internal organs into a ball, and your tears will flow out unconsciously.

I even feel that there is nothing left to miss in this world... I am completely despairing. "

Dong Chengfeng closed his eyes.

From the sound of the piano, he heard the suffering and suffering of the Master; he also heard the hurt and pain that no one could tell about the Master's dark and long life.

At that moment, he suddenly wanted to learn the piano seriously.

Not only for the white rice, but also for the hope that one day in the future, he would be able to hear a little happiness from the sound of the master's piano.

"My master was born into a noble family. Before he was born, the family's fortune had already declined 800 years ago. However, there were still family records and a lot of rules in the house.

His parents died very young, and he was the eldest son and grandson. He became a violinist in order to support his family.But while his family was spending the money he earned, they also disliked him being a luthier for bringing shame to the family. "

Yan Sanhe couldn't help but interject: "What does a violinist do for a living?"

"Playing the piano for the nobles, to be honest, is no different from playing the piano. They just earn money by performing arts. It looks very elegant, but in fact it is just a plaything in the hands of the nobles."

Dong Chengfeng raised his eyebrows and said with a somewhat frivolous expression: "Occasionally, if a noble person likes you, you can only sell yourself."

Yan Sanhe didn't know what to say.

"When my master was young, he was very good-looking, with tender skin and tender flesh. The nobles liked him very much. There was a powerful man among them who treated him very well. He was willing to give him gold and silver, so my master Followed him.”

Dong Chengfeng sneered: "After following me for a few years, I got tired of the noble man's play, so he kicked my master. When I returned home, I met his youngest sister getting married.

Logically, he, as the biological brother, should carry his sister out of the house, but his sister was afraid of what her husband's family would think, so she refused to let him carry her, and she didn't even let him give her a wedding gift.

Isn't it ridiculous?

He was the one who provided for the food, clothing, housing, transportation, food, drinks, toilets, and sleep of the family; all his sister's dowry was paid for by him, but she still felt embarrassed about him.

My master was so scared that he patted his butt and left without taking anything, just a lyre on his back. "

Yan Sanhe also sneered: "This is in line with the old saying: dogs can't be fed too well, and people can't be too nice."

"Looking back now, it's a good thing. Because of this incident, I met him, and I have to thank his family."

Dong Chengfeng smiled indifferently.

"The fortune teller said that my master will have three calamities in his life, one for his family, one for his love, and one for his disciples. They are all damn accurate."

He knelt for three days and three nights before his master relented.

From then on, he seemed like a different person. He would not move his butt off the bench every day, and his fingers would bleed.

The master beat him less and less, and the smiles on his face became more and more. Every night, he brought him a basin of hot water and asked him to soak his hands in the hot water.

When he was soaking his hands, the master would sometimes tell him some piano theory, and sometimes he would talk about some life experiences.

He always felt drowsy after listening to it, and thought to himself: These experiences are yours, not mine, so what the heck did I listen to!

At this time, the master gave him a slap in the face and scolded him for biting Lu Dongbin and not recognizing good people. How many detours could he avoid in his life!

Yan Sanhe: "Your master treats you as his own son."

Dong Chengfeng closed his eyes and sighed in a low voice, "Isn't that right? You have to rely on me to support you until the end of your life!"

Yan Sanhe: "Have you given it away?"

"Send it off!" The two masters and apprentices lived quietly in three stone houses in the mountains for more than ten years. He grew up and the master became old.

"Later, my master fell ill and took medicine for two years but he didn't get better. One afternoon, he said he wanted to play the piano, so I helped him to the hospital."

Dong Chengfeng's eyes suddenly darkened.

"He was playing half a song when the string suddenly broke. He smiled, told me about his funeral, and left happily at night."

Yan Sanhe: "Then you went to Jinling?"

"I went back home first to see my parents and brothers. I originally wanted to go up and recognize them, but suddenly I felt it was not interesting. After a few glances from a distance, I left.

"Why is it boring?"

"I have forgotten all the things in the past. I just remember playing in the wind on the grassland. What my father looked like, what my mother looked like, and what my brothers looked like. I forgot all about it."

Dong Chengfeng lowered his eyebrows: "It's my master. As soon as I close my eyes, his face is right in front of me. I will never forget it for a moment."

After a pause, he added:
"In the words of my master, my parents and brothers also have their own plans. If they feel comfortable, stay together; if they feel uncomfortable, stay away. No one can live without them."

Yan Sanhe: "Your master is a transparent person."

"If it's not transparent, can I be there?"

Dong Chengfeng smiled: "It was said that he was going to retire in old age, but he gave me his piano playing skills and everything behind him, which saved me so much hardship!"

Yan Sanhe suddenly thought of Yan Xing, and his eyes became slightly hot.

"By the way, it is my master's wish to go to Jinling Mansion."

Yan Sanhe immediately broke away from his emotions, "Why?"

"My master said that a good piano player must work hard in the mortal world, and he can only practice his piano skills in the mountains."

Dong Chengfeng saw that Yan Sanhe didn't seem to understand, so he simply spoke more bluntly.

"You have to experience things. You have to taste the ups and downs, the joys and sorrows, and then there will be love in the music. Only when you have love can you be called a piano player, otherwise you are just a piano player.

When Master was alive, there was a little bit of nostalgia and farewell in my music, which was not enough.

He said that the most prosperous place in the world is in the south of the Yangtze River. The most prosperous place in the south of the Yangtze River is the Qinhuai River in Jinling Mansion. Chengfeng, go and have fun on the Qinhuai River! "

"I guess your master is from Jinling in the south of the Yangtze River?"

"The girl is smart."

Dong Chengfeng raised his eyelids and looked at her, and said meaningfully: "He is from Jinling, his home is in Wuyi Lane, and his surname is Wang."

Yan Sanhe was horrified.

In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people——

This poem talks about the great changes in the two wealthy families of the Jin Dynasty, the Wang family and the Xie family.

It is said that after the Eight Kings Rebellion, one of the two major clans, Wang and Xie, later moved to Jinling Mansion and settled down in Wuyi Lane.

It turns out that Dong Chengfeng's master is actually a descendant of the Wang family. No wonder he can be both a violinist and a master.

The Wang family has been known for their strategies since ancient times.

Yan Sanhe couldn't help but look at Dong Chengfeng carefully again, and after a while, he said: "You are really good at making things happen."

Not only is he smart, he seems to have read a lot.

How do ordinary women know these allusions?
After Dong Chengfeng gave a small test, he took a sip of wine with great satisfaction.

The wine flowed down his throat, and fire quickly broke out wherever it went, burning all his internal organs.

Girl, you are so blessed!

(End of this chapter)