Chapter 682 (1/2)

Su Jingan couldn't see through Chu Xingyun more and more, but he didn't hesitate. He slowly put down the green LAN Guqin in his hand, stepped back, and stood quietly on the side, his eyes full of curiosity.

Chu Xingyun was sitting down, his breath suddenly changed, his eyes slightly closed, as if trapped in endless memories.

At this moment, the moonlight is light, through the leaves gap, printed out mottled light spots.

Chu Xingyun was dressed in black. His face was full of jade, and his sleeve robe was dancing without wind. It seemed like a pair of peerless paintings. Su Jingan's pupil shrank slightly. He could see the vicissitudes of life from Chu Xingyun.

It seems that the young man in front of him is a long history and an ancient stream in the long river.

Chu Xingyun gently raised his hand and pointed to the string. A faint sound of the piano sounded slowly, reverberating in the forest, so that all the voices suddenly stopped, a quiet.

”How wonderful the music is.” Su Jing'an was stunned. The rhyme of the instrument seemed to be quick, solid and slow, light and quiet, which made him look amazing. Especially in his playing skills, he felt familiar and strange.

The continuous sound of the piano, such as complaint, with a trace of sadness, penetrated into Su Jing'an's mind, making him unconsciously close his eyes, wandering in the artistic conception of the piano.

In the misty artistic conception, Su Jingan sees a man in green. The man is carrying a Guqin and enjoying the world of mortals, which is full of natural and unrestrained meaning. However, what puzzles Su Jingan is that he can't see the man's face clearly, but he has a feeling of incomparable familiarity.

The man traveled all over the world, playing the piano and playing the world of mortals. His life was simple and ordinary until one day, he met a man of Qing Dynasty in the brothel.

However, he could not see clearly from his face that he was drunk.

He did so, and so did the man. Therefore, the man redeemed the man and took her with him. One played the piano and the other danced with his sleeve, and walked around the world together.

As time went by, the man fell in love with qinghuanren, and his music became hot and full of love. However, he did not open his mouth to say his love.

Only because the man's status, especially noble, is a man of honor, by countless people's attention, respect, but the woman is only a Qingchuan people, life experience is low, even if her talent is extremely high, can not be accepted by everyone.

Men attach great importance to the secular concept, and can never cross this barrier. They can only hide their love deep in their hearts. They still walk together and appreciate it, but their love has never seen the day.

Until one day, the man and the woman entered a dangerous place, and unfortunately died. In order to save the man, the woman fell down on the spot and no bones were found

When the woman died, the man looked at the woman's face, tears fell on his face, and his heart was sad. However, he still failed to express his love in his heart.

Seeing this scene, Su Jingan's heart twitched inexplicably, and he had a feeling of confusion. Even he didn't know that his eyes were full of tears, which had crossed his face and dropped to the ground.

From then on, the man sat on the cliff and looked at the place where the woman had fallen. He played the piano day and night and lamented every night. The sound of his piano was no longer bold and unrestrained, and there was only endless sorrow and regret.

As a spectator, Su Jing'an really experienced the man's sadness of parting. The sad sound of the piano resonated with him, and a graceful figure dancing with the piano appeared in his mind.

”Sister Mu Zhao...” Su Jingan murmured involuntarily. It was at this time that the sound of the piano changed. It was no longer sad or regretful. Instead, it became as fast as a storm, with a strong sense of despair.

As soon as the sound of the zither disappears, the man in Su Jing'an's vision suddenly stands up and jumps into the cliff. The sound of the piano disappears completely

As the Qin state gradually disappeared, Su Jingan slowly opened his eyes. He had not yet recovered from his grief and despair. His eyes looked at Chu Xingyun with a trace of bewilderment.

”This song is called sizhaoqu, which was created by a close friend of mine.” At this time, Chu Xingyun's voice sounded, he gently stroked Qinglan guqin, and recalled: ”in those years, after he gave this song to me, he threw himself into the abyss. Whenever I think of him, I will play this song to experience his sorrow, regret, and deep despair at that time.”