Chapter 2671

Every time she goes there, she always arranges the program. She only remembers the names of those children. How can she remember so much.

However, this still doesn't prevent Chang Shuang from looking at her with an expectant and adoring look, which is a willing look.

"Are you from ciyoutang?" Her eyes fell on Chang Shuang's arm.

"Yes." Lin Feng step forward, the other side did not ask, two people sit down, just standing.

He said: "Sister Liu, you are our pride. I have a unique family skill to offer to you."

"A unique family education!"

Liu Yiyi brain crash for a while, stare big eyes, think this child will not be what play when a treasure.

"Sister Liu, please lend me your flute."

The people in the room were all in a daze. The old lady and she looked at each other. Even Chang Shuang's eyes were wide open. He didn't know why?

At this time, Liu Yiyi took a deep look at Lin Feng, got up and handed over the bamboo flute.

It's a personal thing that she uses next to her. It's easy not to show others. I have to say that if Lin Feng hadn't grown well, she would have been clean. Otherwise, she really didn't have a chance.

Lin Feng does not talk nonsense, take a deep breath, two small hands barely covered in the flute hole.

Woo... Woo!!

A clear and melodious sound of the flute immediately sounded. Lin Feng played the flute solo of "the ghost of a beautiful girl". Most of this piece is played by the flute, which is sad, moving and very infectious.

The three people in the room are all dull for a moment. The expert knows whether there is one or not. Just after listening to the song, whether it's Liu Yiyi or Lao Mazi, they can distinguish the good from the bad.

Chang Shuang doesn't understand music, but she is fascinated by it as soon as she listens to it. It's really nice. The rhythm is just the first sentence, which makes people win. I can't help listening to it.

Thirty seconds later, Lin Feng put down his flute. A servant girl who was carrying tea at the door was still there. She didn't react until then. She quickly lowered her head and came in to make tea.

Listening to the sound of the cup collision, Liu Yiyi wakes up and looks at the maid discontentedly. It seems that she comes in and interrupts the performance.

The old lady winks at Liu Yiyi. The meaning is self-evident. This song must be won.

"Why did it stop?" Liu Yiyi asked, this tune is interrupted in the middle of the way, not the rhythm of those individual pieces.

"Sister Liu, I'm not strong enough." Lin Feng had no choice but to stand up.

Liu Yiyi suddenly realized that after all, this is just a little girl of three or four years old. It is no less difficult to finish a song than to ascend to heaven.

Especially to see him a villain, holding a flute almost the same height, it is even more shocking.

"What's the name of this song? Is there anything behind it?"

"It's called Qiannv ghost. It's divided into ten parts. I can only perform this part."

Beautiful girl ghost!

Liu Yiyi said, this name is a story.

Lin Feng: "there is a story about this piece of music."

Several people in the room craned their necks to listen to his story.

"There is a scholar in Beixian County, Ning caichen, who collects the accounts. At night, when it rains heavily, she plunges into lanruo temple, where ghosts are said to haunt her... When she meets Nie Xiaoqian, who is cool and charming, and who loves the country and the city, her conscience is still alive..."

"In the end, Ning caichen took Xiaoqian's ashes away from his hometown. It was just a special journey for people and ghosts, leaving only one poem."

Ten miles of Pinghu is covered with frost, and every inch of Qingsi is worried about the Chinese New Year.

To protect the moon, we only admire the mandarin ducks, but not the immortals.

Liu Yiyi murmurs and looks at Lin Feng. It's hard to imagine that such poems come from this little guy.

Well, fortunately, he heard about it. At this time, she had believed most of it.

Because a beautiful song, a sad background story and a poem with incomparable artistic conception can't be made up casually.

Even, it may be something that actually happened. Otherwise, who has such talent.

A poem thrown out, all of a sudden to calm everyone, then things will be much easier to do.

Lin Feng hummed the rest of the song in a minor, and then dictated the lyrics.

"The road of life is like a long road, where the wind and frost are blowing on my face..."

The lyrics are very straightforward, which is very different from the popular poems nowadays, but it is still difficult to hide the artistic conception. The most important thing is the connotation of this song.

There are stories and poems, which add up one by one, and the artistic conception reaches a new height, so that Liu Yiyi doesn't feel uncomfortable at all.

Listen to Lin Feng hum once, she already in the heart involuntarily follow hum up, such a good song, this time Huakui all hope.

Lin Feng sat in his seat, drinking tea, eating cakes and dried fruits of this era.

Chang Shuang's hand is inconvenient, but he still can't stop. Although it hurts badly, he still uses the remaining hand to send cakes into his mouth.

Only the sweet pastry can temporarily transfer the pain. Listening to Liu Yiyi practicing the new tune, his eyes flicker and fall on Lin Feng's face from time to time. After staying here for an hour, Lin Feng got up. The next step is to talk about the terms“ Lin Xiaodi, your song is good. What do you want? " The old lady asked“ Ten Liang gold. " Lin Feng quoted the price directly. The old lady smoked on her face. How dare she speak? Ten taels of gold is equivalent to one hundred thousand. A little boy wants to make a hundred thousand yuan with a piece of music. He's crazy about money. She said with a smile: "little brother, you may not know the market, my girl is everyone, a lot of talents are competing to send her poems."“ I can give it to the headmaster and let him sell it. I'm sure someone will recognize the goods. " Lin Feng said frankly“ You. " The old lady choked all of a sudden, but she forgot that there was such a relationship behind the boy. The head of ciyoutang is also a scholar. He has basic appreciation ability and has a wide range of personal connections. In his hands, he may not be able to win a hundred gold medals“ Brother Lin, my mother is joking with you. You are not an outsider, right? My sister will give it to you now. " Liu Yiyi rushed out to save the scene. I'm kidding. She can't kill people just for this song. Besides, it's only ten gold coins. It's really nothing to her“ Give me ten Liang silver first. The rest is here. I'll come back when I need it. " Lin Feng said. Liu Yiyi looks at him unexpectedly again. This little guy is really thoughtful. It's unbelievable. Is he really only this age. Lin Feng is also very distressed. A three-year-old or four year old boy talks business with people seriously. He feels uncomfortable in any way. With ten liang of silver, Lin Feng takes Chang Shuang to the hospital and unties the bandage. It's still red and swollen, but it's gone a lot. Fortunately, there is no suppuration. It seems that the level of doctors in this era is OK. But the old doctor still shook his head, said that she could not let this arm recover as before, Chang Shuang heard a while dejected.