Poor Lady Chapter 77: Extra: Master (2)

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 she can't even mend a piece of clothing, let alone embroider. She is useless now, and can only do some rough work for Master Yunyouzi who saved her life in return. I thought the days would pass like this, but on this day, Yun Youzi took out a suona and a pipa from the house, smiled and said to her: "Qi Qi, let's go with the old man to the Zhaojiatuan." .”

"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 and said, "Okay, let's go quickly, don't make people wait."

Qi Surong held the suona and followed behind Yun Youzi in a daze.

The suona in her hand is obviously old and has spots on it. It is very doubtful that it can still play a normal sound. Why did Yunyouzi give her a suona? She doesn't know how to play this kind of folk instrument at all.

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

"Old Immortal, you are finally here." A middle-aged man with a fat body came over, saluted respectfully, and said with a smile, "Come in, everyone is waiting for you, huh? This woman It is..."

"Oh, didn't you say confirm it?" Yun Youzi pointed to Qi Surong, "I'll bring her to make up the number, her surname is 'Qi', you can call her Qi Qi or Lady Qi."

"Great, Mrs. Qi, please." The middle-aged man welcomed the two of them in and introduced them to everyone.

Everyone was very enthusiastic and did not express any surprise to Qi Surong's arrival. After the greeting, they began to practice the music. After half a month, they will give a performance to a big family in a neighboring village, and they need to perform three new songs together. There are only five musicians in the orchestra, and most of the others are apprentices, unable to play the whole audience, so the class leader specially invited Yun Youzi.

Qi Surong sat next to them and listened to them study the score, and then several of them played a piece first.

Qi Surong has extraordinary attainments in piano art, she had memorized the tune the last time she heard it, but... Looking at the suona in her hand, she was a little speechless.

Yun Youzi kept pace and played the pipa, as if she hadn't thought about whether she could play the suona at all.

Qi Surong has always been proud and arrogant, even though she is down to this point, she subconsciously does not want to be underestimated. She silently observes another musician who plays the suona, secretly learning his playing skills. After half a day, she kept watching and did not join their performance at all. Although the others didn't say much, they looked at her with some doubts in their eyes. After the practice, everyone dispersed.

Yun Youzi seemed to have forgotten that she existed, and he didn't speak to her until he got home. But seeing his relaxed and happy expression, it was obvious that there was no trace of anger.

"Master Yunyouzi, why did you take me to the orchestra?" Qi Surong couldn't help asking.

"The old man is worried about letting you stay at home alone."

"My injury has healed, why not worry?"

"The old man is not worried about your injury, but the baby at home. Who knows if you will secretly take it away when the old man is not at home?"

"..." The most valuable thing in this room is probably the crude pipa, how poor does she have to be to steal it?

"But, I don't know how to play suona at all."

"Haha, it's okay, you don't know how to brag, it's you who lose face, not the old man."

"..." Qi Surong said again, "I can play the pipa, can I change the instrument with you?"

"Pipa is my favorite, do you want to compete with me?" Yun Youzi immediately blew his beard and stared.

“…”

"You can play your suona at ease, don't even think about running away, the old man is still waiting to see how you make up your numbers? Hahaha..."

"..." I really want to hit him with a suona.

After dinner, Qi Surong sat in the courtyard in a daze holding the suona, after a while, she raised the suona and blew a few times tentatively. Maybe it was a little repulsive, but the sound she blew was like a ghost passing by, sending chills down the spine.

This kind of musical instrument is not the type she likes from its appearance to its timbre, let alone it is a folk musical instrument that is not elegant. She put the suona aside and didn't want to use it anymore.

(...Don't even think about running away, the old man is still waiting to see how you make up your money? Hahaha...)

Qi Surong looked numb, gritted his teeth, and picked up the suona again.

In the courtyard, a piercing suona sounded intermittently, adding a bit of spookiness to the silent night.

Qi Surong is indeed talented in musical instruments, after half an hour of exploration, he already has some experience. Helplessly, my fingers are not flexible enough to keep up with the rhythm of the music, and they are not coherent enough. Outsiders may not be able to hear the flaws, but insiders can tell the depth of them once they hear them. Qi Surong doesn't want to be underestimated.

In the next few days of practice, Qi Surong just listened to the music and didn't play it. He went home and practiced hard, and his dull fingers became more and more flexible in the rhythm of continuous proficiency. After the seventh day, she finally blew her suona for the first time in front of everyone. The high-pitched and loud voice echoed in the courtyard. Everyone was taken aback for a moment, then smiled knowingly, and joined in the brisk performance together.

Although Qi Surong didn't express anything, Qi Surong knew that he had been recognized by everyone. With more and more tacit cooperation, Qi Surong gradually blended into it, feeling a kind of simple and pure happiness, and his numb face was unconscious With a smile.

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 thirty coins. In the past, she would not even take a look at thirty Wen, 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 and learn how to play various musical instruments. Harmonica, ancient flute, antique chime bells, and even harps from foreign lands, all of them have their own characteristics, which opened Qi Surong's eyes.

She was immersed in the learning of various musical instruments, and almost forgot about her finger injury 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 the good intentions of Master Yunyouzi.

Not only that, but in his free time, Yun Youzi would take her to the mountains to collect herbs, go into the water to catch fish, plant flowers to make wine, weave straw sandals and fishnets... The master never deliberately taught her anything, but she has new experiences every day , live a simple and fulfilling life.

If she had met her master sooner, her life would have been completely different. It's too late to regret now, she can only cherish every last remaining day.

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

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

Yun Youzi showed no regrets or pity on his face, just sat at the table making a new musical instrument as usual.

Qi Surong said to him: "Master Yunyouzi, can I call you 'Master'?"

Yun Youzi glanced at her, curled his lips and said, "You should have called a long time ago."

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

"Master, thank you."

"I don't need your thanks, old man. You have done a lot of work for me during this time, and we owe each other nothing."

"Master, I secretly made a few jugs of wine and buried them in the ground. They will be ready to drink in about a month or two."

"Hey, the old man already knew."

"You already knew it? Then you didn't drink it secretly, did you? It's not time yet."

"Nonsense, you think I'm a fool..."

"That's good."

"...I only took one pot."

"..." Well, I underestimated you.

"Your wine-making skills are really bad, that wine is unbearable." Yun Youzi snorted.

"Obviously the master, you opened the cellar too early..."

"Nonsense, if the old man brews it himself, even the semi-finished product will be better than yours."

"Just blow it."

"The old man never brags."

"...Master, I have to go."

"Let's go, let's go, don't expect the old man to keep you."

"Thank you, master."

Yun Youzi finished a guqin that hadn't been wound yet, looking back, Qi Surong on the bed was already silent, her expression was peaceful, as if she was asleep.

Yun Youzi got up and put the piano beside her, and murmured: "I wanted you to help me wind the strings, but I just left, girl, I will see you in the next life, and I will mend the strings for the old man then." Ah..."