The wine is slightly smoky, which is the best state for people and is also when inspiration comes. Not to mention many literati and poets, even ordinary drunkards also like this state. It seems that the thoughts in the mind are about to flow out, and the body is about to fly.

"Brother Bian, I can't listen to it in the morning, I'm really satisfied, there are only fragments." Yosuke Terashima no longer looked like Ikkong just now. He opened his arms slightly, and he had already stroked it, revealing a piece of his arm, half leaning on the long wooden table in front of him.

Bian Rui was naturally a little taller at this time, and he was so excited that he had the urge to stroke it. At this time, the shoes on Bian Rui's feet had long disappeared, and even the socks were not one.

"Get the piano!"

Bian Rui picked up the wine in front of him, raised his head and drank it all, wiped the wine at the corner of his mouth and said.

The waiter next to him immediately walked to the side and placed the two piano boxes brought by Bian Rui next to Bian Rui's table.

Bian Rui took a look, then picked up the piano of his daughter's top and put it in front of his daughter. Then he moved Zhifeng Qingyun out herself.

"Silk string!" Fu Qingxu was shocked again when he saw the silk string on Zhifeng Qingyun.

Last time he saw the silk string on the Tang Qin. After he stroked it, he couldn't let go of it. But after he was stroking it, how could he not know that it was an old string, which was a string that had been used for a long time. Originally, he thought it was a family tradition, but now when he saw the string on Zhifeng Qingyun, he immediately understood that Bian Rui must know how to make such silk strings. Even if he couldn't make them, he knew who could make them.

But he didn't understand why this man had to hide such good silk string techniques.

Wen Shizhang laughed and reached out and stroked Fu Qingxu's shoulder, saying, "Mr. Fu, don't be in a hurry, listen to Mr. Bian's "Question and Answers for Fishermen and Woodcutters" before talking about the matter."

As soon as Wen Shizhang finished speaking, the sound of the piano sound of the other side was already ringing.

A little wine, coupled with a slightly intoxicated drunkenness, Bian Rui completely let go. He only had the piano intention and self in his heart. Every hook and every pick came naturally and casually. It seemed that the breeze strodes the lightly ripped the lake surface, and the flowing water passed through the clear grass silently, full of fairy spirit, which happened to conform to the original intention of "Yuzhe Q&A".

In a moment, the other three were immersed in Bian Rui's koto sound. Yosuke Terashima closed his eyes, tilted his body, but stood upright, maintaining a slightly strange posture. He only pressed his left hand on his knees, and gently tapped his knees with his fingertips.

Fu Qingxu sat straight, motionless like a statue.

Wen Shizhang showed the most exaggerated expression. He gently held the chopsticks in his hand, knocked on a small celadon bowl, and whispered softly.

The little girl next to her has practiced the piano, but because she has been practicing the piano for a short time, has too low levels, and has little experience in life, she can't hear the charm of her father's piano music at all. However, she has practiced the piano after all, and when she saw her father and a few of them, she couldn't help but feel a little bit of self-sense in her heart.

At this time, the little girl wanted to say to others: Hey! Look, that's my dad!

The waiters next to them have even worse levels. It’s not that they have poor service awareness, but that they cannot integrate into the song at all.

This is also understandable. People do work to serve others. For the sake of making money, they are not in the mood to play music like customers, and they are fascinated by the life of gods. What they think is very simple. They earn back the money and give themselves or their families a living guarantee.

People like Bian Rui are probably in their eyes that they are full and have nothing to do. They are free to have money and work, so they feel that they can’t tolerate them anymore.

After Bian Rui stroked the song, the whole room was silent, as if there was no one.

After a long time, Fu Qingxu sighed: "It seems that there is another Mr. Bian, the Guqin in the world."

At this time, Bian Rui smiled. In the song just now, Bian Rui played the highest level he had ever written. After immersed in the song, he understood many of the artistic conception of playing the piano to him before, but what he did not understand at that time was just like what the ancestor said. The talent of playing the piano depends on. Once you understand, you will understand. If you don’t understand, you will not understand.

After touching the song, Bian Rui had already had a little understanding.

Yosuke Terashima glanced at Fu Qingxu gently, then turned to look at Bian Rui, nodded and said, "Mr. Bian's song "Yuzhui Questions and Answers" is really memorable!"

Speaking of this, he sat upright and reached out to the waiter beside him and called out: "Get the wine and let me pour wine for Mr. Bian!"

After the waiter brought the warm jar of wine, Yosuke Terashima grabbed the mouth of the jar with one hand and held the bottom of the jar with the other, and poured a bowl of wine for Bian Rui with the jar.

"please!"

"Please!" Bian Rui didn't politely and directly picked up the wine and signaled him.

The remaining three people all picked up the bowl and made a treat to Bian Rui, and then raised their heads and drank them all.

Everyone put down their wine glasses,

Wen Shizhang looked at the waiter behind him and said to Terajima: "Let them go down and rest. Let's play the piano to make friends. Wouldn't you feel embarrassed when they stand?"

Yosuke Terashima smiled softly and nodded to everyone behind him: "Everyone doesn't have to be here, go down and have a rest, thank you for your service."

Waiting for the waiters to go down, everyone had to take all the food by themselves, so everyone moved the wine jar and the small stove with warm wine directly to the side, placed the wine jar directly on the small stove, and scooped it in a small bowl with the mouth of the jar open.

"I wonder if Mr. Bian is willing to give me a copy of this music score?" Fu Qingxu asked.

Hearing Fu Qingxu's question, Wen Shizhang and Terashima Yosuke both turned their heads and looked at Bian Rui.

Bian Rui was a little embarrassed and gently stroked the bridge of his nose.

"It's mine, not!" Fu Qingxu thought Bian Rui was unhappy when he heard this, so he immediately spoke out to find a way for him.

Bian Rui waved his hand and said, "No, no, but I don't have a modern score. I only have ancient scores. What's the use of that thing?"

In ancient times, the scores were more important than technical principles. They were all recorded in Chinese characters. Many men did not recognize them at all because of music. One character contained the position and fingering of the strings. They were actually rough and not detailed at all. The real scores were passed down from word to mouth between masters and apprentices.

"There is no modern spectrum?" Fu Qingxu asked curiously.

Bian Rui nodded: "And I'm really not familiar with the stalks!"

After saying that, Bian Rui was embarrassed and laughed twice, not feeling ashamed at all. He seemed to be saying: I just don’t know how to play the music, but I can play the piano so well. Are you angry?

"Why would Shizhang come to you to record?" Fu Qingxu said to Wen Shizhang.

Wen Shizhang did not refuse and nodded directly.

In this way, Bian Rui had to play another song "Fishermen and Woodcutter's Questions and Answers".

After the song was over, Bian Rui asked, "Have you recorded it?"

"Forgot!" Wen Shizhang smiled at Bian Rui a little embarrassedly.

So Bian Rui had to stroke it again, and after three consecutive times, Wen Shizhang recorded the entire music score.

"Don't just come, everyone will have a song." How could Bian Rui let go of everyone in front of him?

Everyone refused to refuse when they heard this. First of all, it was Wen Shizhang. He took over Bian Rui's chirping Feng Qingyun and bowed to everyone: "Please give everyone a song "Guanshan Yue"".

Everyone smiled slightly after hearing this, waiting for Wen Shizhang to play the piano.

Needless to mention Wen Shizhang's level, the masters of the guqin, including Bian Rui, were very fascinated by him, and they also learned some tricks from Wen Shizhang's performance.

Confucius said that the three people must have my teacher when they are doing it. What he said is really right.

Waiting for Wen Shizhang to finish playing the song, everyone cheered in unison.

Wen Shizhang gently stroked the body of Zhifeng Qingyun and said, "What a good piano! It's one of the best pianos I have ever played in my life, surpassing many guqins."

Yosuke Terashima smiled and said, "Okay, stop talking, give me the piano, I will play a song "High Mountain" for everyone. I will go and take the piano I borrowed, and you will be in harmony with me when the time comes."

Bian Rui smiled and said, "Don't take it, isn't there a piano here?"

Yosuke Terashima was a little stunned when he heard this, and then he smiled and said, "Okay!"

In fact, Yosuke Terashima thought to himself, isn’t this your daughter’s piano practice? But seeing Bian Rui say this, he naturally doesn’t have much to say. He watched Bian Rui take the piano out of the piano case and pass it to Wen Shizhang through Fu Qingxu’s hand.

Wen Shizhang took the piano and saw that the zither body was also of the special ice-blue silk string. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head. Top performers like himself often couldn't ask for a string, but who knew that this string was used as a practice string for his daughter.

After stroking the string gently, Wen Shizhang was stunned by the sound of the string.

After turning over the back of the piano, Wen Shizhang saw the name of the piano on the body: the lonely crane revives, then read the inscription and gently strokes the strings, sighing and saying, "It's really the name of the piano, it's not an exaggeration at all!"

"Good koto!" Yosuke Terashima praised.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Bian is still a famous violin maker," said Fu Qingxu.

"It's just like making a piano, but the main thing is that the material left by the master is good." Bian Rui was a little polite.

"There are still such materials?" Fu Qingxu asked anxiously after hearing this.

Bian Rui said: "Yes."

"What is the material like Zhifeng Qingyun?"

When Bian Rui heard a cold sweat on his forehead, he shook his head and said, "This kind of material is hard to come by. I mean, there are about a dozen beds left for Guhe Guifei, and there may be more or less."

Fu Qingxu continued to ask, "I don't know where Brother Bian is here?"

Bian Rui thought for a moment and raised a finger.

When Fu Qingxu saw it, he felt a little painful. One finger must be no 100,000 yuan. Such a piano material costs about 200,000 yuan. Not to mention such materials, many old coffin materials are now priced at more than 100,000 yuan, not to mention such materials. Ten million is a bit exaggerated. No one who makes pianos now can sell for 10 million yuan. That is hype, not selling pianos.

In this case, a finger that appears will be easy to understand, one million!

Is one million expensive? To be honest, Fu Qingxu thinks it is not expensive. Now the works of several guqin masters are sold for hundreds of thousands of yuan, and one million is not uncommon. The material level is definitely not as good as the lone crane in front of you.

But people have this problem. The same thing is worth it no matter how expensive it is made by celebrities, but it is worth it by unknown people. No matter how cheap it is, people think it is not worth it.

Just like Teacher Li in the past, now Fu Qingxu.

"That's the level?"

Seeing Bian Rui nodding, Wen Shizhang said, "When will I see Qin?"

"You want it?" Bian Rui was a little surprised.

It’s not that Bian Rui felt that his piano was not worth it, but that he felt that everyone would think it was expensive, but that Wen Shizhang didn’t even bargain and directly asked for the piano.

"Well! The same string is above, right?"

Wen Shizhang asked specifically, and nodded when he saw Bian Rui and said, "Then you can make a bed."

Yosuke Terashima said: "I want a bed too!"

Bian Rui waved his hand and said, "I only have one bed now. I don't know when the next bed will come out. If I do, I'll notify you if it's done."

Yosuke Terashima looked at Bian Rui and asked, "When will the remade bed be better?"

Bian Rui thought for a while and said, "A month or two!"

Yosuke Terashima said to Fumishizhang: "It's better to let me go first. Three months later, I will have a concert in Tokyo. Although it is a small concert, a good piano can add a lot of color to me."

Wen Shizhang shook his head repeatedly: "If you have me, don't you? Two months later, I also had a concert on Taiwan. It's the tenth anniversary of my original teacher's death, and I can't give up on this piano."
Chapter completed!