Poor Lady - Chapter 77

She has lived here for more than four months, and the injuries on her fingers have basically recovered, but she is no longer as flexible as before, and even a piece of clothing cannot be repaired, let alone embroidered. She is useless now, and can only do some rough work to Master Yun Youzi who saved her life in return. I thought that the days would pass just like this, but who knew that on this day, Yunyouzi took out a suona and a pipa from the house, smiled and said to her: “Qiqi, let’s go, follow the old man to the Zhao family group. .”

“Qi Qi?” Qi Surong looked at Yun Youzi suspiciously, “Call me?”

“Of course I’m calling you, isn’t your surname Qi?” Yun Youzi waved his hand, “Okay, let’s go quickly, don’t let people wait.”

Qi Surong held the suona and followed Yunyouzi in confusion.

The suona in her hand is obviously a few years old, with spots on it, and she doubts that it can still make a normal sound. Why did Yunyouzi give her a suona? She can’t play this folk instrument at all.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, Yunyouzi took her into a compound, where dozens of plainly dressed villagers gathered in twos and threes. Some of them were chatting, some were cleaning instruments, some were practicing playing music.

“Old God, you are finally here.” A fat middle-aged man came over, saluted respectfully, and said with a smile, “Come in, everyone is waiting for you, eh? This woman is…”

“Oh, didn’t you say confirm?” Yun Youzi pointed at Qi Surong, “I’ll bring her to make up the number. Her surname is ‘Qi’, you can call her Qiqi or Qi Niangzi.”

“Very good, Madam Qi, please.” The middle-aged man welcomed the two of them in and introduced them to everyone one by one.

Everyone was very enthusiastic and did not express surprise to Qi Surong’s arrival. After greeting, they began to practice the music. In half a month, they are going to perform a program for a big family in the neighboring village, and they need to play three new songs in ensemble. There were only five musicians in the orchestra, and most of the others were apprentices and could not perform in the audience, so the class leader specially invited Yunyouzi.

Qi Surong sat next to them and listened to them studying the score, and then a few people played a song first.

Qi Surong has extraordinary accomplishments in piano art. The last time she listened to it, she had already memorized the tune, but… looking at the suona in her hand, she was a little speechless.

Yunyouzi kept the rhythm and played the pipa, as if she had not considered whether she would play the suona at all.

Qi Surong has always been arrogant and arrogant. Although he is so down, he does not want to be looked down upon subconsciously. She silently observed another musician playing the suona, secretly learning his playing skills. For a long time, she had been on the sidelines and did not join their performance at all. Although the rest of the people didn’t say much, they looked at her with some doubts in their eyes. When the practice was over, everyone dispersed.

Yunyouzi seemed to have forgotten her existence, and didn’t speak to her until he got home. But seeing his relaxed and happy expression, there is obviously no trace of anger.

“Master Yun Youzi, why did you take me to the orchestra?” Qi Surong couldn’t help asking.

“Let you stay at home alone, the old man is not at ease.”

“My injury has healed, so why not worry?”

“What the old man is worried about is not your injury, but the treasure at home. Who knows if you will sneak away when the old man is not at home?”

“…” The most valuable thing in this room is probably the crude lute. How much money does she have to have to steal it?

“But, I can’t blow suona at all.”

“Haha, it’s okay, you won’t blow it, it’s you, not the old man.”

“…” Qi Surong said again, “I can play the pipa, can I change the instrument with you?”

“Pipa is the old man’s favorite, do you want to compete with the old man?” Yun Youzi immediately blew his beard and stared.

“…”

“You can play your suona with peace of mind, don’t think about running away, the old man is still waiting to see how you make up your money? Hahaha…”

“…” I really wanted to knock him a suona.

After dinner, Qi Surong sat in the yard holding her suona in a daze. After a while, she raised her suona and blew it tentatively a few times. Perhaps it was a bit of repulsion, but the voice she blew out, like a ghost crossing the border, sent chills down your spine.

This kind of musical instrument, from its appearance to its timbre, is not the type she likes, not to mention that it is still a folk musical instrument that cannot be regarded as elegant. She put the suona aside, not wanting to use it again.

(…Don’t think about running away, this old man is still waiting to see how you make money? Hahaha…)

Qi Surong looked blank, gritted her teeth, and picked up the suona again.

In the yard, a penetrating suona sounded intermittently, adding a bit of ghostly air to the silent night.

Qi Surong is indeed talented in musical instruments. After groping for half an hour, he already has a little experience. Helpless, the fingers are not flexible enough to keep up with the rhythm of the music, and it is not coherent enough. Outsiders may not be able to hear the flaws, but insiders will know the depth of it as soon as they hear it, and Qi Surong doesn’t want to be looked down upon.

In the next few days of practice, Qi Surong only listened to but did not play, and then went home and practiced diligently, her dull fingers became more and more flexible in the constantly skilled rhythm. After the seventh day, she finally blew her suona in front of everyone for the first time, and the high-pitched and loud voice echoed in the courtyard. Everyone was stunned for a moment, then smiled knowingly, and joined the brisk performance together.

Although he didn’t say anything, Qi Surong knew that he had been recognized by everyone. With the cooperation of more and more tacit understanding, Qi Surong gradually integrated into it, feeling a kind of simple and simple happiness, and there was a smile on his numb face. .

Half a month later, Qi Surong went to a neighboring village to perform with the orchestra. The performance was very successful, and after the end, I was rewarded with 30 coins. In the past, she would not even take a look at thirty texts, but now she thinks it is so precious. In these villagers, she found the feeling of being alive.

After that, Master Yunyouzi often took her to visit various folk musicians to learn how to play various musical instruments. Harmonicas, ancient flutes, antique chimes, and even harps passed down from the Outer Territories are all kinds of styles, each with its own characteristics, which opened Qi Surong’s eyes.

She was immersed in the study of various musical instruments, and almost forgot her finger injuries and everything in the past. When she came back to her senses, she was able to play the guqin smoothly, and her skills were even more exquisite than before. At this moment, she faintly felt Master Yun Youzi’s good intentions.

Not only that, in her spare time, Yunyouzi would take her up the mountain to collect herbs, go into the water to catch fish, plant flowers and make wine, weave straw shoes and weave fishing nets… The master never taught her anything on purpose, but she has new experiences every day and lives a simple life. And full.

If she had met her master earlier, her life would have been completely different. It’s too late to regret now, she can only cherish the last remaining days.

Two years passed in a blink of an eye, and her deadline was approaching.

Lying on the bed, looking at the scenery outside the window, Qi Surong’s mood was very peaceful.

There was no regret or pity on Yunyouzi’s face, and he sat at the table making new musical instruments as usual.

Qi Surong said to him, “Master Yun Youzi, can I call you ‘Master’?”

Yunyouzi glanced at her and said, “You should have called.”

Qi Surong smiled, yes, she should have called it long ago.

“Master, thank you.”

“I don’t need you to thank me. You have done a lot of work for me during this time, and we don’t owe each other.”

“Master, I secretly brewed a few pots of wine and buried it in the ground. It will be ready to drink in about a month or two.”

“Hey, the old man already knew.”

“You already knew? Then you didn’t drink it secretly, did you? It’s not time yet.”

“Nonsense, you think I’m always confused…”

“That’s good.”

“…I only took a pot.”

“…” Well, look down on you.

“Your brewing level is really poor, that wine is terrible.” Yunyouzi snorted.

“It’s obviously the master, you opened the cellar too early…”

“Nonsense, if the old man brews it himself, even the semi-finished product is better than yours.”

“You blow it.”

“The old man never brags.”

“…Master, I’m leaving.”

“Let’s go, let’s go, don’t expect the old man to keep you.”

“Thank you, master.”

Yun Youzi made a guqin that was not yet wound, and looked back, Qi Surong on the bed was silent, her expression was peaceful, as if she was asleep.

Yun Youzi got up and put the qin beside her, and whispered: “I wanted you to help the old man wind the strings, but he left like this, girl, see you in the next life, and then you have to mend the strings for the old man…”