MTL - The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo-Chapter 208 :farewell

The sound of the flute reverberated in the mountains, and the woman heard the flute as soon as she got off the car, so she ran extremely fast along the way.

After learning about the flute player, she let out a sigh of relief and slowly sat on the mat.

The plump body exuded fine sweat, and the fragrance was fragrant.

The old people have never seen her with such a high-spirited appearance. When they usually see An Sanji's wife, she is like a fairy in white in the sky, she acts steadily and generously, and she speaks carefully.

She fanned the wind with her hand as a fan and said with a smile: "I'm sorry everyone, I was really amazed by the sound of this flute. This flute piece is based on the national character of our country in terms of mode, rhythm and performance. It made me think that some talented young man from China came to participate in the competition, so I was very pleasantly surprised."

"Does this flute piece have a name?" she asked.

"Yes." An Sanji printed out the facsimile sheet and handed it to her.

"It's actually called a mountain ghost." The woman observed the score and said softly, "No wonder the musical elements are so similar to the flavor of Chinese folk opera, it sounds like the Huagu Opera in Changsha, Hunan, especially the 6135 and 3512 segments. It's a third interval, and the melody goes back and forth, isn't it just like the "Ghost of the Mountain" in "Chu Ci? Nine Songs"?"

She, a sound idiot, seemed to be in a no-man's land, excitedly analyzing the structure of this flute piece.

The old men beside them listened quietly, their faces all surprised.

I had heard that An Sanji's wife was a famous music performer in China, but when she appeared today, she said it was true.

Ansanji smiled and looked at his beloved wife.

This handsome man who is extremely daughter-in-law and super-wife-controlled, gave her the most central seat since his wife had just entered the Tianshou Pavilion, served her tea, set out cakes, and fanned her with a folding fan. The wind, obediently like a little chicken.

Cai Zilan, a well-known Chinese musician, learned Nanpai flute music from his grandfather at the age of eight. At the age of twelve, he already enjoyed the international reputation of "one flute for women" and plays a pivotal role in the Chinese music industry.

When she married An Sanji, the most valuable dowry she brought was the Keting flute handed down by the family.

"If this flute piece is accompanied by elegant sentences in Chu Ci, combined with drum accompaniment and Western tuning, it must be a different enjoyment." She whispered softly, "This is definitely not the complete version."

Then she suddenly remembered something and said in shock, "Where's my little Qing Ji?"

"Play with this boy outside." An Sanji said softly.

"You actually allow her to play with boys." Cai Zilan nodded slightly, showing a thoughtful expression, "It's quite strange for your daughter slave."

Everyone present burst into laughter, next to a bunch of well-cut **** stickers, I don't know who is going to stick these things on their faces later.

She stared at the handsome boy on the screen, and Xiao Qingji, who was staring at the boy not far from the camera, and praised a few more words: "This is a good thing."

.....

On Zhongzhou Mountain, the song ended, and the square was silent.

Even though the flute playing has ended, the voice of the jade flute seems to be echoing in the ears. The sound of the jade flute is from far to near, and then from near to far.

Slowly, the applause sounded, and then gradually became warmer.

Before Yu Xianzhi played this flute piece, many people thought that he was joking with the "invincible" folding fan. And after this flute, everyone has no doubts about this word.

He really wants to smash everyone to pieces.

Others can only hear a sound when they listen to the wind, but they can't feel the mood of the loneliness of heaven and earth. When playing, they just use the tunes bought in advance by the academy.

But this flute piece is excellent, both in performance and in its artistic conception.

With the scenery of high mountains and flowing water, it is really a kind of ultimate enjoyment.

Everyone watched the handsome young man walk down gracefully and went to the jury's seat to receive the pass, with envious eyes in their eyes.

This is already the fourth pass that Yu Xian Zhisheng has obtained, topping everyone else.

Just wait until you get another one

Go directly to the final exam room.

"Unheard of, the unique sound of the flute makes people very emotional." The judges expressed their appreciation.

"Overall, it's good, but it's mainly based on the flute, which is a little thin. If the soundtrack can be richer, I think this piece can be even better?" said one of the younger female judges, "Yu Xian Jun, I wonder if there will be a chance to hear the full version of this song in the future?"

"Yes." Yu Xianzhi nodded with a smile and took the token from her hand.

"Mountain Ghost" is not a single song, but a popular song with elements of national style. He likes this song very much and will definitely sing it in the future.

But not necessarily in Japan. Although music knows no borders, after all, there are still barriers between cultures. They can feel the beauty of flute music, but they may not understand the meaning of the lyrics.

This song is not limited to this small place, but in the whole of Asia.

After taking the pass, he stood aside, leaning against the shade of a tree, and enjoying the performance of Hei Mutong.

Hei Mutong had been watching his performance obsessively just now, and it took a while for him to come back to his senses. He slowly put the violin around his neck and played the music gracefully.

She played an adapted Japanese organ song. In the fantastic sound of the piano, she seemed to hear the whispered responses of the fox demons in the depths of the forest, and it was like the dance of dwarves in western fairy tales. The strings of the sound of the piano were pulling Yu Xian Zhisheng's body, making him want to dance for her.

When Kuroki Tong got the pass and walked over, Yu Xian Zhisheng smiled at her. The two looked at each other, words filled with words in their eyes.

She doesn't want to always rely on the strength of this younger brother, and sometimes, she also wants to work **** him.

Musical instrument performance has always been the strength of the Faculty of Arts of Tohoku University, but listening to the wind music is not only an examination of performance.

They stayed here and continued to wait for the next round, while Yu Xian Zhisheng, Kuroki Tong, and Anshan Kiyohime continued to set off for the next examination room.

Listening to the wind music and Wangjing's lyrics are adjacent to the examination room, on the Qilu Mountain next door, only half a mile away, so the three did not take the boat, but took the cable car down the mountain and walked there.

Yu Xianzhi has never posted a selfie, but that doesn't mean others won't take pictures of him. Along the way, many young students looked over and captured his every move on the screen.

The sweet voices of the girls laughing at each other were like a flock of birds hovering in the sky.

The sun on the sky is slowly falling, and every now and then there is a cloud over the mountains and rivers, the sky is as wet as lake water, and the paper crane lanterns on both sides of the road light up one after another.

The performances on the ancient street are still going on. On the quaint road, the wonderful sounds of songs such as three tunes and Dajin painting tunes reverberate. This sound is mixed with the accompaniment of sanxian and the noise of the students, making people feel as if they are coming. To an incredible fantasy country.

When he arrived at the examination room of Qilu Mountain, Wangjing's lyric writing officially began.

There are no live judges set up here.

The students need to move on and explore the scenery on Qilu Mountain along the way. When they see the scenery they like, they express it in haiku poems.

The subject matter is not limited, the number is not limited, the poems, songs and haiku are all the same.

After writing the words and sentences, go back to the foot of the mountain and hand over the scroll to the judges for appreciation and evaluation.

This is also the origin of the name of Qilu Mountain, which is taken from Li Bai's poem "Multiple Roads, Today's Peace".

Yu Xianzhisheng was halfway through his walk, only to realize that he forgot to return the Ke Tingdi, and Anshan Qingji had been following behind him without saying a word.

Such a precious thing, the girl has a big heart.

Yu Xianzhisheng quickly took off the flute from his waist and handed it to her, thanking him from the bottom of his heart.

Anshan Qingji took it gently, and said in a loss of words: "There is no need to be so early, I still want to listen to Yu Xianjun playing the flute again."

She bit her lip, her brows furrowed, and she looked like she was about to cry.

Also, she probably already understood that after Yu Xianzhisheng left, she would never come back.

Moreover, unlike other players who are anxiously scratching their ears and cheeks, his journey has been smooth sailing, and he does not need to use it.

I will leave here in the afternoon.

"You can chat with her, I'll wait for you at the top of the mountain first." Hei Mutong said softly, "Of course, don't patronize the chat, remember to write the lyrics."

She does this very well, which fully reflects her attitude as a sister.

In other words, she can also see that Anshan Qingji's attachment to Yu Xianzhisheng is not the love between men and women, but the reluctance to part with friends.

So she was willing to give her the last time so that she would not be so sad.

So there are only two people left.

Yu Xianzhi took Anshan Qingji and found a quiet and lonely road.

There are no cameras set up here, and no students pass by.

On the red maple path, the two walked side by side.

On the way, I passed a mountain stream, which was extremely clear. The pebbles in the stream were glowing with colorful light. Although the stream was beautiful, it blocked the way.

Yu Xianzhisheng planned to bend over and wade through the water with the **** his back, but she shook his head and refused.

I saw her taking off her clogs and white socks, revealing a pair of delicate and beautiful feet, lightly stepping on the water.

Until the clear water surface did not cover her snow-white ankles, she turned around and waved with a small smile: "Yu Xian-Jun, come quickly."

Yu Xian Zhisheng took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his robe, and followed.

The girl is light and cheerful, and uses her beautiful and lovely toes to tread the smooth pebbles in the water.

As she was walking, she suddenly staggered, oops, and leaned back.

Yu Xianzhisheng stepped forward quickly, grabbed her arm, took her in his arms, and quickly let go, smiling: "I'll carry you over there."

In fact, it was not far from the shore, but the young girl agreed, lying on his back gently, hooking his neck tightly, her nose filled with the good smell of his body.

Unconsciously, his face has turned red.

Gently putting the girl down, looking up to see her pretty face, Yu Xian smiled slightly, lying on a stone, rolled up her cuffs, and started writing.

"Knowing each other relative to each other is as clear as water and as bright as a mirror, and an inch of heart is clear and imprinted. 』

Two people know each other's mind together, but this mind should be as clear as water, as smooth as a mirror, where can there be impurities?

On the way up the mountain, another student from another family passed by on the main road of the mountain road. Yu Xianzhisheng took her hand and hid, quietly waiting for the group to pass by.

Ansan Qingji's heartbeat was thumping fast, and she snickered while covering her mouth.

She picked up a wooden branch from the ground and wrote on the wet soil: "Who knows what she wants in her life, but she sees moths throwing fire on her own, and her heart is filled with sorrow."

Knowing that a moth to a fire is a dead end, why, suddenly, I envy it so much.

When Yu Xianzhisheng saw it, he was silent for a while, and then he picked up the pen and wrote: "The firefly glows intermittently, and it is bright and extinguished within a foot. How lonely is it?"

The elusive fireflies, on and off in the dark, is it not a kind of loneliness?

The two got up and moved on.

Standing on the mountainside, the red leaves are dyed, and the Miscanthus at the foot of the mountain is shining with golden light.

If you look into the distance, you can see the outside world.

Cherry blossoms bloom on the embankment along the road, drifting away with the water waves.

There was a loud noise on the train bound for Sensoji Temple, and people walking on Azuma Bridge were like ants, and there was a continuous stream of luxury cars from Yabaisong to Yanwen's boat warehouse.

The clothes of the people on the street and the fashions in the shop windows are bright and beautiful.

People finished their day's work, on the wide road, quietly waiting for the red light to turn green.

The sun began to set in the west, the autumn sunlight gradually lost its power, and a gentle breeze was blowing from the mountains.

The two stared at the sunset motionless, silent.

Inside the fence is her world.

Outside the wall, is his world.

Here and outside, as if never blended.

The red mountain peaks gradually darkened, turning into a monotonous gray world, the mountains, rivers and lakes also changed from golden to blue, and there was silence between heaven and earth.

"The world is full of hustle and bustle, and the cherry blossoms are silent and fleeting, relatively fleeting."

Yu Xianzhi raised his pen and wrote,

Express your thoughts at the moment.

On the way down the mountain, neither of them spoke.

Ansan Qingji followed behind him like a small shadow.

Yu Xian Zhisheng submitted three haikus, successfully got the fifth pass, and got on the large ferry to the host island.

Hei Mutong also successfully obtained the fifth pass, but she did not go with him.

Only the first student who arrives at Master Island can get the Super S star badge. Yu Xianzhisheng needs this badge more than herself.

He is already second on the player list, and if he gets this one again, he will be able to successfully climb to the top.

At the same time, the ranking of the Faculty of Arts of Dongda University will also come to the first place.

Yu Xianzhi stood on the bow of the boat and waved gently to the two people standing on the shore.

In the twilight shrouded by thin clouds, he silently said to Anshan Qingji: Goodbye.

The boat slowly moved forward, and Yu Xian Zhisheng sat on the seat, trying to forget everything about her.

"Outside the long pavilion~www.novelbuddy.com~ along the ancient road, the grass is green..."

Suddenly, a crisp singing voice came from behind, which was a Chinese pronunciation that had not been heard for a long time.

"The evening wind blows the willow flute, and the setting sun mountain is outside the mountain..."

This is the first Chinese song that her mother taught her after learning Chinese.

Mom said, the song is called "Farewell".

The girl sang loudly, tears rolling down her eyes and snot running from her nose.

She sang loudly with all her strength.

"The end of the sky, the corner of the sea, the half of friends are scattered..."

"A pot of turbid wine is more than happy, don't dream of cold tonight..."

"Don't dream of cold tonight..."

Chapter 208: Farewell