Qin Yifan nodded secretly and praised Xiaomei for her cleverness and sensibility.

While smelling sandalwood and playing the piano, it is indeed very literati and elegant. However, I usually don’t light any fragrance because the pairs of socks in my bedroom have a sour smell.

Although they were all pressed under the mat and the smell could not be transmitted here, smelly socks always exist.

Stinky socks and the fragrance of zhilan live in harmony.

Who said that when the piano art reaches the state of unity between man and nature, the family cannot be smelly? I am a big man, and my body is spotless every day?

I can't do it!

Half a bad pen can still write beautiful articles.

A string can also play the sound of nature.

Ding, Dong...

Qin Yifan plucked the strings and tried the test accurately.

Seeing the guqin used by Qin Yifan, Xiao Mei suddenly widened her eyes and refused to leave for a moment: "I'm not right, what Qin Xianren used was the ancient immortal zither Great Sage's Relics!?"

"It is rumored that this fairy piano has been left in the ancient fairy world and actually appeared in the hands of Qin Xianren? Qin Xianren, you have always pretended to be an ordinary person and thought it was very hidden. Little did you know that any object in your body can expose your true identity."

As Qin Yifan's fingers stroking, the melodious sound of the piano came out.

He played a song called "Beauty"

There are beautiful women in the southern country, and the beauty is like peaches and plums.

Traveling to the north bank of the river in the morning, staying in Xiaoxiang in the evening.

The customs of the times are thin and red faces, who has white teeth?

The year is over and over, but glory is hard to rely on.

When Xiaomei heard the sound of the piano, she felt a vague feeling that there seemed to be a peerless beauty who walked out of his strings, like an elf dancing on the guqin.

The morality in the sound of this piano is not killing, but "love"! Xiaomei thought to herself, the most holy love of a thousand years of love, and the most saintly love that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Just when Qin Yifan played the second time, Xiaomei had already remembered the rhythm of the song... The piano music focused on one chant and three sighs, such as "Three Plum Blossoms"

One chant and three sighs, to put it simply, one tune is played three times. The main tune is consistent, and the secondary tune only has a few subtle changes.

Take out a flute from your arms and put it to your mouth to play. Her petal-like lips pressed against the hole, her lips and tongue exhaled slightly, and her breath was like orchid...

The gentle sound of the flute sounded, and it was in harmony with Qin Yifan's piano sound.

The sound of the piano is in front and the sound of the flute is following behind, neither being too slow nor leaving.

It was like a gentle young man who was admiring a peerless beauty by the lake. The young man was polite. And that peerless beauty was shy and wanted to speak.

A scene of a talented man and a beautiful woman is interpreted.

bite!

Qin Yifan stopped playing and thought to himself: This maid cooperates well with me. Although her musical skills have not reached the highest level of unity between man and nature, they are still perfect.

As long as she doesn't play some profound songs and ordinary emotions, she can still play them. And she can keep up with the tunes after listening to them, and she has a deep attainment.

It seems good that I have such a maid serving by my side.

Seeing Qin Yifan smiling, Xiaomei was delighted. She knew that her flute-playing skills had been recognized by Qin Xianren.

He took the opportunity to say, "Does the young master think there is something wrong with the song "Shang Luan" played by my family at noon?"

Qin Yifan's expression condensed and ignored her.

Xiaomei was shocked when she saw this: Could it be that I said the wrong thing?

The reason why Qin Yifan ignored her was because she was selling herself to bury her father at noon. That was a tragic thing in life. How could she evaluate how other people's songs played?

And Xiaomei didn't really die of her father. So she quickly forgot that according to common sense, she should be extremely sad at this moment.

But at this time, she asked Qin Yifan to judge her song, which seemed too ruthless and unrighteous.

I really deserve to die, I actually forgot this! No wonder Mr. Qin looked ugly. Xiaomei secretly blamed herself for saying that I must never make such a mistake again in the future.

"Xiaomei, I will teach you a newer piece. After learning it, I will play it with Xiao and me." Qin Yifan said.

After saying that, he stroked the strings and started playing:

A laughter surging from the tide between the two sides of the straits.

Floating and ups and downs follow the waves, only remembering today.

The sky laughs, and the world is full of tides. Whoever loses will win, and the sky knows. The country laughs, the mist and rain, the waves wash away all the world and the world are so beautiful.

The breeze smiled, as if lonely, and the passion was left to the evening light.

The people laugh, no longer lonely, but the passion is still smiling in a daze.

Lalalala...Lalalalala...

After listening to it, Xiaomei immediately remembered its simple and bright melody. When Qin Yifan played it for the second time, she played the flute and sang harmoniously with it.

Although the song "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" is not as tall as the ancient song, it is also catchy. The tune is beautiful and majestic, full of the flavor of the world.

It sounds more pleasant and down-to-earth than ancient songs. It outlines a picture of a heroic and righteous man who is the world of martial arts.

When people heard this, they couldn't help but feel a surge of passion and their hearts were surging.

“What a beautiful piece!”

“It tastes so delicious!”

"It sounds like a heroic feeling!"

When the residents nearby heard this, they all felt aroused. They put down their work and listened carefully, for fear that the sounds made by their work would interfere with the sound of the piano.

"It seems that Mr. Qin has never played this song."

"We don't understand the song he played before. We completely understand this song. I think today's song is the best played by Mr. Qin."

"Who said no, I think so too."

"Mr. Qin, it's amazing."

"Mr. Qin is an expert in etiquette, not comparable to us mud legs. The piano music he played has added some etiquette to our Maple Leaf Town."

The spring and snow are white, and ordinary people cannot appreciate it. The Xialiba people are what these ordinary people like and they can understand it.

"And this time, they seem to be playing the piano and flute ensemble."

"The ensemble of piano and flute is better than the simple piano sound."

"Who has such superb piano skills and can play with Mr. Qin? Could it be that his piano friend? Ordinary people don't have this strength?"

"You don't know this. Mr. Qin bought a maid during the day and went back. The maid sold herself to bury her father. During the day, she dragged her father's body and passed by my doorstep."

"When she was selling herself to bury her father, she also played a pipa song. It was so miserable. The listener was sad and the listener burst into tears."

"So, the maid who played with Mr. Qin?"

"It's definitely her!"

"A maid can even brag so well, which shows that she was born in a wealthy family before."

"It must be like this. Mr. Qin will be blessed to find a daughter-in-law as a maid."
Chapter completed!