Drawing Crescent Eyebrows: Alluring Zinnia with a Smile

Chapter 2

Autumn nights in the imperial capital are always bleak.Even if the prosperous brocade is in every inch of the pavilion, it still can't hide the loneliness in people's hearts.

In the General's Mansion, the Yushu Liuguang Building is hidden deep in the layers of flowers in the backyard. From the inside to the outside, there are endless layers of beautiful flowers and trees planted in a dense and dense manner.The crown of the tree is like jade, although it is plain white, it is also as gorgeous as Qionghua, but the whole pavilion is still as clean and dusty as its master, and it is not noisy.

Waves of erratic sounds of nature slowly floated out from the layers of backyard flowers outside the painting building, and the gorgeous score of "Yushu Backyard Flowers" was deeply rooted in Qingyou's heart like a towering ancient tree. Over the years, she I don't know how many times I have played this song that has the name of subjugation like her.

Every time she played this piece, she couldn't help but sneer in her heart.

So what about the subjugated music?So what about the color of the city's disaster?The sounds of nature are still sounds of nature, and the beauty is still a beauty after all.

Bu Qingyou was wearing a delicate water-color gauze dress, sitting elegantly on a stone chair in the yard, plucking the strings with her slender hands, her blurred eyes cast beyond the sea of ​​flowers in the distance, her jade face became more and more beautiful Stunning.

Xiyun stood behind her, listening to this tune obsessively. Although she was familiar with it countless times, Bu Qingyou always had the ability to make her happy every time, whether it was the first time or the thousandth time. People are intoxicated and confused.

Just as Xiyun glanced sideways, Bu Tianchou, Marshal of the Sixth Army, came quietly to the courtyard.The general's eyes fell deeply on this overwhelmed daughter. There were complex and deep meanings in her brows, which seemed to be worried, bewildered, relieved, and spoiled.

Xiyun was startled for a moment, then quickly reacted, and bowed softly, "Master."

When the voice fell, Qingyou exile's expression in the distance quickly disappeared, and her flexible jade fingers suddenly stopped on the strings, a song of heaven without warning, without even a decent ending.

She turned around and looked, and said softly, "Father." As she said, she handed the pipa to Xi Yun, and slowly got up.

Bu Tianchou looked at his daughter's gentle but non-smiling expression, and couldn't help but tighten his heart, but there was a steady smile on his still heroic face, "Why is it "Jade Tree Backyard Flower" again?"

He strolled to the stone table with his hands behind his back, and Qingyou also sat down with him. Her eyebrows were slightly raised, her tone was soothing, and she said slowly: "'The face of a demon girl is like a flower with dew, and the stream of yushu shines in the backyard'... Chen Shubao The "Jade Tree Backyard Flower" filled with new words is a sound of nature, and my daughter likes it."

Bu Tianchou lowered his head and smiled, "This song sounds good, but you have to care about the meaning after all, this..."

Before his father finished speaking, Qingyou suddenly took over the meaning, "If you say the meaning, it would be more correct. 'Allure the city, pour the country, pour the life'... There is no other person in the world who is more suitable for playing this song than me."

Hearing this, Bu Tianchou looked slightly startled, then shook his head and said: "Forget it, forget it... being a father can't speak for you."

"Father came here late at night, not to discuss music theory with his daughter." She poured tea slowly with a sad mood, seemingly casually, as if she asked lightly but didn't want to hear an answer, and she could say something irrelevant to the preface. Another sentence was thrown out, "Lu'an melon slices should be in line with my father's liking."

When he heard Lu'an Guapian, his eyebrows tightened for a moment, thoughtfully, "Lu'an Guapian...you have been drinking this all these years, and you still remember your mother's favorite tea..."

Qingyou's eyes drooped slightly, without any emotional fluctuations, "When the daughter was born, the mother passed away due to dystocia. How could the daughter know what the mother likes and dislikes. Since the daughter can remember, she always looks at her father's preferences, All these years, it's because my father hasn't changed."

"People will always change, but...it's people's hearts that change, it's just my temple color..." He smiled freely, thinking of his slightly frosted temple hair, as if he suddenly realized that he was no longer young after all Now, and her daughter has grown up after all, and she should find a home, but... this home should not be the lintel of the Tianjia...

(End of this chapter)