After a few minutes, Qin Xianyun returned home gloomily. Xue Yanqing's back, which he saw at the entrance of the mall, kept swaying in front of his eyes, making him absent-minded.
When he reached home, he didn't even eat anything and just fell on the bed. He thought that he could get rid of her shadow faster by resting, but he didn't expect that the more he lay, the more annoyed he became. The cool bamboo mat seemed to have become a pot of charcoal, making him toss and turn non-stop.
Qin Xianyun had no choice but to sit down cross-legged. She focused her mind and calmed herself down for a while. It was not easy for her to get rid of the distracting thoughts in her mind. After circulating his Ethereal True Qi for a few cycles, his mood finally improved a little.
Qin Xianyun slowly exhaled and jumped off the bed. When his eyes fell on the zither case on the table, he couldn't help but open it gently. When the zither box was opened, a precious zither with elegant colors and a clean luster was revealed.
This zither was made of top-quality ancient parasol wood. He had brought it out from home two and a half years ago. Because its shape was modeled after the famous zither of the Song Dynasty,"Iron Crane Dance", Qin Xianyun gave it another name,"Iron Crane Immortal Dance". The "immortal" was added to his own name.
Ever since he was imprisoned, the Iron Crane Immortal Dance had been left in the home of a good friend he knew in Blue Cloud City. It was not until dozens of days ago that it returned to his hands. It was just that he had been busy with worldly affairs these past few days and really did not have much time to look at it.
Qin Xianyun took out the zither and gently placed it on the table without making a sound. Qin Xianyun looked at the zither in a daze. The Immortal Dance was still the same as two years ago, but was she still the same as two years ago? At that time, he didn't have any worries. He only had the zither and love in his heart. But now, he was entangled with worldly things. At this time, could he really understand its heart?
Qin Xianyun's slender fingers slowly touched the body and strings of the zither. That familiar feeling was still so intimate! Immortal Qin Yun was so excited that his hand that was caressing the zither started to tremble. The only thing that belonged to his soul was the Iron Crane Immortal Dance, the zither that had been with him for more than ten years! It had never left his side since he was sensible, until he entered the prison.
After two years, they met again. He wondered if it was as happy as him.
The zither seemed to have sensed Qin Xian Yun's mood. Qin Xianyun's fingers that were stuck to the zither seemed to be constantly flooded with a few warm currents, spreading from his arm to his heart, gradually wrapping his heart up and warming it over and over again. Qin Xianyun seemed to have returned to the carefree era of the past. She could feel the warmth of the heart of the zither and the soul of the zither spirit at every moment. Perhaps only those who truly understood the zither could appreciate and cherish the blend between the human and the zither spirit.
At this moment, Qin Xianyun felt that it was enough for her life. It could always listen to you talk about endless sadness and irritability like an old friend without giving you the slightest complaint. When you were with it, you never had to worry about when it would push you into the abyss. It would only silently give you blessings and encouragement.
Qin Xianyun suddenly felt that she had let it down too much. Now that it saw her, it kept comforting her heavy heart, but she only remembered to come and see it now.
However, as soon as this thought appeared in his mind, an even stronger warmth surged in his heart, drowning all his guilt and regret in the waves, and disappeared without a trace.
Qin Xian Yun couldn't help but sigh with emotion. He silently said,"Old friend, we haven't really been together for a long time." Then, a few tears appeared in his eyes.
He didn't wipe away the tears that were about to fall. Instead, he took a deep breath of the ancient wood fragrance emitted from the zither and sat down quietly…
Qin Xianyun's hands were suspended above the zither strings. His thoughts were calm, and his eyes were only on the zither on the table. At this moment, this zither had already occupied all of his heart. All of his emotions were entrusted to this zither.
Suddenly, Qin Xianyun pressed her left hand and raised her right finger slightly. An ethereal sound rang out, like a breeze blowing across the quiet lake. It didn't stir up any ripples. In the blink of an eye, only a few wisps of ethereal clouds floated in the void.
The sound has disappeared, but the rhyme has not been lost. Qin Xianyun's fingers moved again. The sound of the zither was elegant and indifferent, like singing and chanting. It was elegant and lively.
When Qin Xianyun's fingers plucked the strings, he gradually felt as if he had merged into the zither and traveled between heaven and earth with the zither music. After being silent for two years, the Immortal Dance of Iron Crane was once again full of its unique spirituality. When the heart of the zither surged, even the sound became unusually active. Qin Xianyun could feel the zither's aura flowing from his fingers to his entire body, wrapping his entire body in its mighty spirit, bringing his thoughts along with the notes that were leaping out in the air.
In the end, Qin Xianyun couldn't even remember how his fingers moved. His depressed heart had been opened under the guidance of the zither music, wandering in the nature filled with light breath. His eyes seemed to become omnipresent and omnipresent. All the scenes between heaven and earth were compressed and absorbed into his heart.
He only felt as if he was at the peak of a mountain in the early morning. Looking into the distance, the lake below the cliff was clear, the lake waves were vast, and Wang Yang was continuous. The heart of floating in the waves arose spontaneously. Fisherman's songs, sails, boundless green water, green mountains; A breeze suddenly blew, ripples appeared, clouds and water reflected each other, water and sky merged, the sky was vast and boundless, all of this made his secular thoughts disappear, and all his worries were extinguished.
The sky was getting brighter, the waves were getting stronger, and sometimes the clouds were misty and the wind was blowing. Sometimes the sun rises in the east, and the blue waves dye Dai; At times, the wind and clouds would surge and the waves would roll. Gradually, the water and clouds clashed, majestic and endless. Suddenly, the momentum and grand realm of "raging waves hitting the shore and rolling up thousands of piles of snow" were born, making people's hearts open and their horizons change greatly.
Qin Xianyun couldn't help but feel a sense of floating, as if he had left the world and ascended to immortality. Just as he was about to merge with the clouds and mist, a loud sound suddenly rang in his ear, shaking his heart like thunder and pulling him back from the extreme realm.
The sound of the zither suddenly dissipated, and all the illusions were destroyed, leaving only the lingering sound.
The zither was still the zither, but Qin Xianyun knew that he was no longer the person he was before playing the zither.
Qin Xianyun looked at the zither in front of him that was still vibrating and stood up comfortably. Just as he was about to put the zither away into the zither case, the continuous sound of " Ling Ling…" startled him. Only then did he understand why the mood he had just created had disappeared all of a sudden. It turned out that the phone call was causing trouble.
Qin Xianyun took the phone and listened to it, only then did she know that it was Teng Qing.
As soon as Teng Qing spoke, he complained to Qin Xianyun. It turned out that he had just happened to be called by the professor this morning. Because he didn't have a leave of absence stamped with the academy's seal, not only was he not approved by the professor, but he was also taught a lesson by the extremely harsh professor. In the end, the professor took him as a "role model" and took the opportunity to post a few laments and comments before letting him go.
Qin Xianyun almost laughed out loud when she heard his words. How many professors in the university would care if you missed classes or not? This guy must be exaggerating again.
After complaining for a while, Teng Qing told Qin Xianyun that she had to go to class in the afternoon. After the two official classes, there would be a class meeting. The class monitor had also declared that no one could be absent, and the class teacher, Mei Yijun, would also be present.
Teng Qing chatted with Qin Xianyun for a while more before hanging up. After putting down the phone, Qin Xianyun thought to herself, If Mei Yijun really wants to host this class meeting, then I really have to go. I already got caught yesterday because I was late. I can't let her catch me today...
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After receiving Teng Qing's notice, Qin Xianyun returned to the school at one o'clock in the afternoon. The two classes in the afternoon were about the history of ancient literature. Originally, there was no such course in the art college. However, in order to improve the overall quality of art students, Tianyun University added this compulsory course. It was just that this course was relatively short, only two semesters.
Two semesters was not enough time to study the history of ancient literature. Therefore, the school arranged for an experienced professor to study the history of ancient literature in the art college. This professor's name was Ye Hentao. He was a famous professor at Tianyun University whose reputation was second only to Yu Da. Both of them studied the history of ancient literature, but their focus was slightly different. Yu Da was proficient in pre-Qin literature, while Ye Hentao specialized in Tang and Song literature. Although the two of them had different reputations, their standards were different!
Ye Hentao's lecture focused on Tang and Song literature. He had only briefly mentioned the literature of the Pre-Qin and Han dynasties. He had finished the previous topics before Qin Xianyun entered Tianyun University. Today was his first official lecture on Tang and Song literature.
Qin Xianyun loved Tang and Song poetry the most, and Tang poetry was the essence of Tang literature. Ye Hentao was teaching the early Tang poetry. His teaching skills were extremely superb. With his profound literary foundation, he would occasionally quote from other sources. Moreover, his language was humorous. In the process of teaching, he would also occasionally interweave some strange stories of poets. From his mouth, the noble demeanor of the Tang Dynasty poet leaped out. Not only Qin Xianyun listened attentively, but most of the students in the class were gradually attracted by him.
Before the class, Teng Qing had told Qin Xianyun how boring Ye Hentao's lecture was. However, when the class started, Teng Qing was dumbstruck. Her face was filled with disbelief. She often whispered in Qin Xianyun's ear,"Xianyun, why does the professor seem to have changed into a different person the moment you came?”Hearing his incredulous tone, Qin Xian Yun couldn't help but laugh in his heart.
At this moment, when Zither Immortal Yun was listening excitedly, Teng Qing suddenly poked him secretly. Qin Xianyun turned around and saw Teng Qing sneaking around. While Ye Hentao was talking excitedly, Qin Xianyun approached Teng Qing and asked with a smile,"What is it, Teng Qing?"
"Xianyun, did you notice that there's one less person in the classroom?" Teng Qing asked as she turned her head.”Looking at his expression, he was actually a little nervous and even worried.
"One person is missing? I've only been here for two days, and you're the only person I really know. Even if there's someone missing, I won't notice. Besides, you don't have to be so nervous. It's normal for one or two people to miss class.”Qin Xianyun smiled.
"I don't think so. This morning, the class monitor repeatedly stressed that we absolutely can't be absent from the class meeting. Moreover, when the class monitor informed us, she was also present.”Teng Qing said.
"What are you talking about?" Qin Xianyun asked.”
Teng Qing's face suddenly turned red as she stammered,"It's that Bu Feiyan I told you about yesterday.”
"I was wondering who it was. So it's her. No wonder you're so nervous!”Qin Xianyun smiled as she turned her head and glanced at the corner where Bu Feiyan was. Her seat was indeed empty." Teng Qing, you don't have to worry. Perhaps she was delayed by something and can't come for a while. Who knows, she might suddenly appear during the class meeting."”Qin Xianyun smiled.
Teng Qing thought about it and agreed. Just as she was about to answer, she suddenly heard a loud sound of a blackboard brush colliding with a table. Then, Ye Hentao's dissatisfied voice could be heard,"Zither Immortal Yun…"
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