Ten years later, in the pear blossom courtyard, the willows dropped cold dew, and the breeze brought swallows home.
Catkins float gently in the wind above the courtyard, swaying and turning with the melodious sound of the piano and flute.
The sound of the flute is free and natural, like a crane lining the clouds in the clear sky, flying freely and freely.
The sound of the piano is clear and clear, like the tinkling, tinkling, tinkling sound of the spring stream.
The one who plays the flute is a handsome young man, and the one who plays the harp is an elegant and free-spirited middle-aged man.
The sound of the flute and the piano are melodious, and the ensemble sounds like a hymn to a goddess.
From this wonderful music, one can also hear the rare tacit understanding between the two people.
Although the flute player soars high, he does not directly break away from all the shackles and soar above the mountain tops.
Although the flute player is clear and indistinct, he never breaks away from the world and enjoys himself.
From this music, what you hear is not only the meaning of the music, but also the meaning of the music.
There are also the earnest expectations of the elders for the younger generations, and the loyal wishes of the younger generations to the elders.
At the end of the song, the flute player and the harp player put down their instruments one after another.
The harp player, Fang Chen, nodded to Zheng Pingfeng: "Master, I'm leaving now."
Although his expression was still full of emotion, There was a hint of sadness in the young man's mood and tone.
Although Zheng Pingfeng had a smile on his face, his tone also contained some emotion: "I know, you should leave now.
After studying here for ten years, it's time to see the vastness of this world.
Waiting for you After you come back, I will ask you to test you personally.
If you fail to meet my requirements, you will not be able to compete. " When Fang Chen heard this, he just smiled and nodded, without the slightest hint of dissatisfaction.
Just as the master and apprentice were saying goodbye, a cold voice suddenly came from the side: "It's not a separation of life and death, you still want to say goodbye."
This sentence instantly dispersed the sad atmosphere in the courtyard.
Zheng Pingfeng said angrily: "What are you talking about?
My apprentice is going on a long journey.
What's wrong with my two instructions?"
Chang Li glanced at him and said casually: "If he doesn't leave, are you going to ask him to walk on the night road and sleep in the wilderness at night?
This kid will blame you in turn."
Fang Chen, who was listening to the two people talking quietly, interrupted: "How could it be possible?
I know Master is doing it for my own good."
Hearing this, Zheng Pingfeng's rising breath dissipated.
He looked at Changli and said, "He has received your teachings at least.
Now that he is going to travel, why don't you give him something as a gift?"
Changli thought for a while, but rarely agreed.
He walked behind the guqin and raised his hands to the strings.
The clear sound of the piano sounded again, and the graceful music floated in this small courtyard, dancing together with the pear blossoms in the courtyard.
The sound of the piano is distant, tranquil, and peaceful, like the clouds in the sky that are both real and imaginary, or like the clear water of amber in the Tianchi.
The player who plays the piano is dressed in plain clothes and has no accessories, but he just sits there, making people feel as if he is there.
Deeper than the clouds, deep in the mountains and ancient forests.
The clear and light meanings slowly and gently escaped from his body, making it impossible for people to see his true emotions.
He was sitting there, seemingly playing the piano seriously, but it made people feel as if he was in an ancient Taoist temple.
In the middle, looking down at the living beings who are striving for gain in the world.
Compared with Zheng Pingfeng's piano sound, although Chang Li's piano sound does not have so much skill, it has more natural and uncarved connotations.
One is like a master who is born in the mortal world and can easily change into the world.
Like a hermit who has never stepped into the world.
There is no distinction between the two, but they fit so well with one's own state of mind that it makes people feel like they are separated from the world.
Listening to Changli's piano music that seemed to be filled with nothing, Fang Chen felt thoughtful.
Also, the clan and the master were not completely opposite parties, so why insist on distinguishing one from the other?
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In terms of camps, it is not so much that these two masters have drawn a camp for him, but it is better to say that he himself has established a prison in his heart.
There are ups and downs in this world, creatures come and go, and boundaries sometimes don't matter.
Standing inside the wall and looking at the mountains and seas feels vast, while standing on the edge of the horizon looking at the heaven and earth seems vast.
A feeling of enlightenment emanated from his heart, giving him a thorough feeling.
He did not stay to say goodbye to Changli, but went on a hike accompanied by the music of the piano.
When his figure completely disappeared from this area, the sound of the piano in the small courtyard dissipated.
Chang Li looked at Zheng Pingfeng, who was sitting on the stone chair, looking intoxicated, and raised his eyebrows: "You are willing to give up now."
Zheng Pingfeng's tone was leisurely, without the previous reluctance at all: "If you take it lightly, there will be no reluctance to let go."
He said.
The faint sound of the piano that he just heard was still lingering in his ears, but he said in his mouth: "You obviously have such outstanding piano skills, but you can't play the piano so easily.
It's a pity, a pity."
Chang Li gently adjusted the strings under his hand: "Some things are no longer rare after seeing them too much.
What's the pity?"
Hearing this, Zheng Pingfeng just shook his head with regret and did not argue.
If he could hear the music of this otherworldly fairy every day, he would be willing to die in this small courtyard.
But then he thought about it, if there was no sound of the piano, wouldn't he want to die in this small courtyard?
It seems not.
This small courtyard has long become a landmark in his life, recording his joys, sorrows, and joys over the years, and also It has long become an expression of his life status, highlighting his comfortable life for many years.
It has also become the paradise that he yearns for, making him never want to leave.
After twenty years of transformation, the prison of the past has become a home where he wants to grow old safely.
Time is like a knife, cutting away not only the ties and unwillingness of the past, but also the past self.
Sometimes, what binds oneself is not a small courtyard, but the one who cannot see his true heart clearly.
At this moment, Zheng Pingfeng seemed to have realized something, but at the same time he seemed to have realized nothing.
He stood up slowly and looked at the fragrant pear blossom courtyard.
A clear light flashed in his eyes.
After leaving, he quickly returned to the study, facing the pear blossoms in the courtyard, and wrote the poem that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.
After writing the verses that had trapped him for more than ten years and twenty years word by word, he let out a long sigh, and the depression lingering in his brows completely dissipated, and he returned to the courtyard.
He was a little surprised when he found that Changli had not left.
At this time, he heard Changli say: "The plum wine you brewed last year is ready."
Zheng Pingfeng was stunned for a while, then nodded with a smile.
He took out plum wine from under a plum tree and drank it with Chang Li.
The sweet and refreshing aroma of the wine echoed in the small courtyard, making the courtyard It also has an intoxicating aroma.
After the man's slender and indifferent figure left, Zheng Pingfeng sealed up the half-empty wine jar, and with the excitement of drinking, he unfolded the scroll.
This painting, titled Lihua Rongyue, is the pinnacle work of Zheng Pingfeng's life and is praised by later generations.
What made them most curious was who was the harp player who was not touched by the moonlight but seemed to be as tall as the moon in the painting.
Later generations confirmed that he was suspected to be Zheng Pingfeng's only disciple
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