Chapter 43 The melodious sound of the piano
Since Master Cai Yong has given instructions, let’s wait.
For Fei Qian, the Cai family has been here several times, and now he is a direct disciple, so he can be regarded as half a Cai family member.
??The housekeeper of the Cai Mansion personally took Fei Qian to the side hall, carefully asked Fei Qian if there was anything he liked or disliked, and then asked Fei Qian to serve some refreshments, while he personally served Fei Qian.
Although Fei Qian''s current status, it was not a big deal to have the housekeeper of the Cai family wait on him. However, Fei Qian, who had carefully mixed in the workplace in later generations, immediately thanked him and said that he could do it himself without having to worry about the housekeeper.
The butler couldn''t refuse, so he told the maid at the side to take good care of him, and then went down to do other things.
Fei Qian is not particularly demanding about the details of this kind of attitude. It is just a habit brought by later generations. Respecting others means respecting yourself. It is better to have one more friend than one enemy.
For example, it is okay according to the rules to have a butler wait on you. After all, he is Cai Yong''s direct disciple. However, the problem is that Fei Qian currently has no official official position in the court and no famous works in learning. The butler respects Fei Qian and serves him. It''s just that the housekeeper respects Cai Yong, so Aiwu Jiwu is also very kind to Fei Qian.
??But Fei Qian took advantage of this, shouting and gesticulating everywhere. Once or twice is okay, but if there are too many, it will be annoying and cause undue trouble.
??As long as people in ancient times and today are human beings, except those who are forced and helpless, who would like someone who is aloof and arrogant every day, constantly telling you that this is wrong and that is wrong, and that you must do this or that?
??Therefore, Fei Qian adopted these habits in the workplace in later generations, which made the housekeeper of Cai Mansion admire him greatly. He knew in his heart that the master had also accepted a humble gentleman this time. His style was as generous as his former disciple Gu Yong, and he would become a great person in the future.
Fei Qian was bored, so he picked up a book at random and started reading. After all, he is now a disciple of Cai Yong. If Cai Yong suddenly starts to study knowledge one day, it will not be good for his three-legged cat kung fu to be exposed, so he has time. There is no harm in reading more books.
As he watched, Fei Qian suddenly felt that the surroundings were much quieter. Not only were there no sounds of maids and servants working or walking around, but even the slight whispers among the servants were gone.
Suddenly everything was quiet and peaceful in the large Cai Mansion. Only the occasional hawking sounds on the streets that were not noticeable at first floated through the courtyard walls, making the Cai Mansion even more peaceful and profound.
Fei Qiangang raised his eyebrows strangely, and when he was about to speak, he saw the little maid beside him gesticulating at him anxiously, signaling for him to be quiet and stop talking -
At this moment, a sound of piano sound seemed to fly from the sky, suddenly breaking the silence of Cai Mansion——
At the beginning, there were only one or two very thin and low piano sounds floating in the air, like the first spring rain in spring, lingering and floating, gently touching the face and body, slowly infiltrating from the skin to the heart...
Then more jumping notes joined in, happily colliding with each other in the houses and pavilions of the Cai Mansion. The clear and beautiful sound of the piano was like the splashing of a mountain stream and the blooming of spring flowers. For a moment, Fei Qian seemed to see himself as if he were in a different place. Everywhere where flowers are in full bloom, you can see colorful flowers everywhere and colorful butterflies flying around you, presenting a lively and cheerful scene...
However, this piece of cheerful music did not last long, and was followed by a high-pitched music, as if the wind and sunshine turned into bad weather with dark clouds, thunder and wind, and a downpour in an instant. The head is pouring down, boundless, making people unable to hide and hide...
The sound of the piano gradually turned into a sob. At the beginning, each note was drawn out for a long time, like reluctant thoughts torn out from the heart. A series of trills made people feel chilled all over, but soon it changed. It became bursts of rapid sounds, like knives and axes, and the sound of metal and stone struck the body and hit the heart, making people feel heartache from the outside to the inside... I don’t know how long it took, but the sound gradually became smaller and longer. The long dragging sound is like a faint sigh, which makes people feel as if they are standing in a flower field that has been destroyed by the storm. The sound of rain is gradually falling, the ground is covered with red flowers, fallen branches and leaves, and it is desolate...
As he took a break from playing the piano, Fei Qian suddenly felt a coldness on his face. He stretched out his hand to touch it, and he shed tears involuntarily. He quickly wiped it clean with his sleeve.
Fei Qian looked around sheepishly and found that he was the first to wake up. The maid next to him was still standing in a daze, with tears on her face...
Fei Qian couldn''t help but sigh in his heart: Later generations called Cai Zhaoji the most talented woman in the Han Dynasty. It really didn''t have any water at all. Simply speaking, her music and piano skills were at the pinnacle. She was so proficient that she could deeply affect people without knowing it, and people couldn''t help but...
Thinking about another period of time in history, Dong Zhuo moved the people of Luoyang to Chang''an, and Cai Yong died unfortunately due to Dong Zhuo''s death. Cai Zhaoji had no relatives, and she was alone in Chang''an, a place she was unfamiliar with, and was killed by the Hu people who went south. The rebels took him captive to the north, and it took him twelve years to be redeemed by Cao Cao...
"Because God has eyes, why doesn''t he see me wandering alone? Because God has spirit, why should I be in the north and south of the world? I don''t live up to the sky, so how can the sky match me? If I don''t live up to the gods, how can the gods kill me across the wilderness? ..." Cai Zhaoji wrote such words under such helpless and sad circumstances. Every word is so sad that it makes you want to cry.
Thinking of this, Fei Qian''s mood was agitated, and he felt as if his heart was blocked by something. He had a strong feeling of unhappiness, so he didn''t care about it, grabbed the paper and pen beside him, and wrote He wrote: "Thousands of sails are passing by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of spring trees are in front of the dead trees. There is still a day when the Yellow River will clear up, how can it be that people are not lucky?"
?After I finished writing, I realized that the two sentences above and below didn''t seem to match at all. They shouldn''t be from the same poem. How could I connect the two sentences together?
Just when Fei Qian was about to correct or smear it, he suddenly heard someone outside shouting that Cai Yong and Cai Shizhong had returned to the house. For a moment, Cai Yong''s house was in chaos. Cai Yong''s face was as sinking as water. Along the way, the servants walked All of them were afraid to express their anger.
??Cai Yong walked to the side hall and saw Fei Qian. He didn''t say anything. He just waved to Fei Qian to follow him, then turned and walked to the study.
?Fei Qian quickly put down his paper and pen and followed Cai Yong, thinking in his mind, what is going on? What could make old man Cai Yongcai so angry?
Ah, could it be—
When Fei Qian was following Cai Yong step by step, the maid who stayed in the side hall tilted her head and looked at the poem written by Fei Qian. She blinked and secretly folded the poem and put it in her sleeve. , I thought this was written by Fei Langjun after listening to my wife playing the piano. I will take it to my wife to read -
I made up a few sentences... After all, I have never learned long and short sentences in a formal major... Sometimes I think about it, maybe I have overemphasized "washing in the gutter" and ignored these ancient poems. From a certain perspective, maybe I was really taken to the gutter. …Newbies don’t understand anything, so I’m asking for recommendation votes and collections…
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(End of this chapter)