The military training was smooth, and the drunken concubine shocked the whole network.
50 The sound of flowers, the sound of music!

Yan Yunwei

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After hearing Zhou Lie's words, the other three people rolled their eyes in unison.

Obviously, no one agreed.

His confident statement.

"Don't you guys not believe me. This must be the reason. You guys should hurry up and eat. It's definitely not a problem.”

"When you're full, it's definitely different from playing the erhu and playing the flute.”

Zhou Lie seemed to have already determined that this was the problem.

He kept urging her, and his tone was very certain.

Su Ze, Zheng Kun, and Huang Tianliang didn't want to talk to him.

"They…they didn't have enough to eat.”

Suddenly.

A low female voice sounded.

Before Su Ze and the others came, they had carefully observed the surroundings. There should be no one around.

But why did a female voice suddenly appear out of nowhere?

The voice was so low that it was almost exactly the same as in horror movies.

And it was in the middle of the night.

Right now, his mind was filled with terrifying scenes.

Instantly.

The four of them felt a chill run down their spines.

This didn't seem good.

Could it be that he had encountered something unclean?

"F * ck, what's that sound? It's so late at night!"

"Didn't you say that there was no one around?"

"Yeah, I don't remember anyone!”

"Could it be a ghost?"

The four of them began to be cautious.

He did not dare to move.

His voice also became very soft.

He was afraid that he would alarm the owner of the voice.

Suddenly.

A black shadow appeared in front of the four of them.

It was as if it had suddenly appeared.

"There's nothing wrong with the song, but…"

The low female voice sounded again.

However, before he could finish his sentence.

She was interrupted by a scream.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Ghost…"

"Amitabha. Amen. Lord, save me!”

"Eat the fatty next to me. He has a lot of meat, and the meat smells good. Yes, he can fill your stomach. My body is full of bones, and it's not delicious!”

The screams lasted for a long time.

In the end, Huang Tianliang, who was relatively calm, calmed the three of them down with one punch.

"No matter what the situation is, can you call me that after you see it clearly? This is clearly a person, okay?”

When Su Ze, Zheng Kun, and Zhou Lie heard this, they quickly turned their heads to observe.

It really was a human.

She was wearing glasses and her hair was messy.

The more he looked at her, the more familiar she looked.

He felt like he had seen her somewhere before.

The three of them looked closer.

He was really an acquaintance.

It was the bespectacled girl in their phalanx, Wu Shiqing!

"Why are you here?"

Su Ze asked curiously when he saw that she was alone.

During military training, Wu Shiqing didn't like to talk much.

He rarely communicated with the people around him.

However, even if he had taken the initiative to speak once or twice…

No one was willing to pay attention to her.

Just like Su Ze, he was ostracized everywhere.

At this moment, the two of them could be considered to have fallen from grace.

Wu Shiqing heard Su Ze's question and turned around slightly.

He pointed at the public bench in the distance.”

With the help of the light, everyone found a long object on the bench.

Upon closer inspection, it was Jean.

After Su Ze saw it clearly, he suddenly felt enlightened.

He finally understood what the problem was.

The only thing missing was a core tone.

Erhu and bamboo flute had different tones, each with their own characteristics.

However, they were all relatively simple.

Can't blend together

It sounded like they were pieced together and dealt with casually.

But with Jean around, it was different.

They complemented each other and could definitely fuse with each other.

The qin, commonly known as the guqin, was an ancient plucked string instrument with seven strings.

As a special culture, it summarized and represented the ancient and mysterious eastern thoughts.

Its history can be traced back to more than 3,000 years ago, when the piano was already popular.

Later on, due to the popularity of playing the zither among the literati, the tradition of the ancient literati having to play the zither, go, write, and paint gradually formed.

There was even such a good story.

A gentleman's joy does not leave his body. A gentleman can play the piano and compare virtue. Only a gentleman can be happy.

The highest level of a gentleman's cultivation was to play the zither and be proficient in music. The combination of man and music showed a kind of peaceful and honest style.

It witnessed the rise and fall of the flower family and reflected the serene and free thoughts of the descendants of the flower family.

The heart is free and easy, and the world is peaceful.

This inner voice was also the strength of the zither.

Although the thoughts of the various schools were different, they all had a special favorable impression of the zither.

The zither integrated the essence of hundreds of schools of thought, displaying the quiet, serene, and unrestrained sound deep in the heart.

Therefore, many people said that the piano was an outstanding representative of the flower culture.

Jean didn't vent her emotions wantonly. She only revealed a peaceful and detached bearing in her reserved manner.

It emphasized the charm, the combination of reality and reality, and the implied meaning. It created an ethereal artistic conception from it, which was consistent with the aesthetic pursuit of traditional Chinese painting.

The aesthetic of the zither was unique in the world of music. The zither was once a sensation, and the world was amazed.

It had always been regarded as the representative of the orthodox sound of flowers and the elegant music of the vocals!

In ancient times, there were even famous poems that focused on this!

The moon was full of white, and the sound of the zither was also late at night.

On the seven strings, quietly listening to the cold wind in the pine trees.

In ancient times, the tune followed self-love, but now most people don't play it.

It's hard for you to know this song.

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