The zither is a subtle sound made by plucking the strings, which ordinary people cannot hear. Even musicians with good ears can only hear the vibration sound, but cannot distinguish what they want to convey.

"Is there really a Qinyu like this?" In Xiaoxiao's opinion, this thing is no less than the Moss code, and it is the Moss code that ordinary people cannot steal. "According to the gentleman's understanding, how many people in the world now know about Qinyu?"

"It's hard to say that my Qinyu was taught by my teacher before my child. I learned it to exercise my ears at the beginning. Now in the entire Qiyuan, I am the only one who understands Qinyu." A trace of trust in Xiaoxiao flashed in Gong Basheng's eyes.

Xiaoxiao immediately understood that few people probably knew about Gong Basheng’s understanding of Qinyu: “Xiaoxiao will not say anything.”

Gong Basheng smiled slightly: "Qinyu is a skill that cannot be obtained by hard work. Its inheritance is almost extinct. Others slowly understand it, and even fewer people know this skill. If they know it for the world, many people will probably use these zithers without any means for the sake of their interests."

"How many years will it take for an ordinary person to learn piano language?"

"It may take five to ten years for a piano player with excellent piano skills. If you are an ordinary person who starts from scratch, it will take at least ten years for those with talent, and those without talent will find it difficult to learn for life."

For example, if you are like Xiaoxiao, you probably won’t be able to learn it in two lifetimes.

Xin Ran is only seventeen or eighteen years old this year, and is proficient in piano language. It can be seen that she is an extremely intelligent music genius and is willing to work hard on it.

But, who did she listen to the piano language she played?

Xiaoxiao frowned: "To be honest, the person who played the piano just now has a lot of connection with our family, this person..."

"Xiaoxiao doesn't have to say so much. I'll tell you the information I heard." Gong Basheng smiled.

"If this is possible, I would be very grateful to you, sir!" Xiaoxiao wished to bow to Gong Basheng and be able to take the initiative to tell some of the secret information he heard. Although this matter has nothing to do with Gong Basheng himself, it was really a disaster for him to be the one who listened to the corner of the wall.

Gong Basheng looked like he didn't care about his identity: "The content of that passage of piano is nothing special. The general idea is the question and answer between the two. One of them said on the shore: Brocade related to the moon, nine different colors, nine scenes in autumn, nine totems related to the birthday, and a large number of brocade and dresses."

Xiaoxiao was stunned. What is Qinyu’s content like this?

Shouldn't it be: Maoyan'er has been exposed, and the intelligence station has been evacuated quickly. If there is any urgent matter, please go to Changchun Tea Shop, No. 59 Xiafei Road to contact Boss Ji...

Yu Zecheng's cautious face shook in front of Xiaoxiao, and eventually turned into a long moonlit night.

It turned out that the zither language that Gong Basheng heard was just some keywords. Xiaoxiao kept these words in his heart and asked again: "You just said that this was what the people on the shore said?"

"Yes, this zither language comes from the west bank. Although the music on the lake is ups and downs, the zither language can penetrate these sounds, because its finger strength is far from comparable to that of ordinary players who play the piano." Gong Basheng looked at Xiaoxiao, who asked shamelessly, and further explained: "But this zither language is nothing after all, and it is not loud and loud. Some things can destroy it with a slight barrier."

"For example, the curtain?" Xiaoxiao smiled and saw the other party nodding, and then said, "Can you understand this way? The zither can penetrate other sounds, but cannot penetrate the actual barrier. At this point, it is fragile than ordinary sounds."

"At the same word."

No wonder she wanted to rent a pleasure boat to convey information, but chose an empty place like Xingwen Lake.

No wonder on the day of the Rose Banquet, she chose a place without a man to play the piano silently. In fact, someone nearby was exchanging some information with her.

Xiaoxiao gave an unrealistic example in his heart: this thing is like wifi, which can penetrate other signals and sounds, but it is not omnipotent due to distance and physical blocking of "Wall King" and so on.

Xiaoxiao continued to ask, "How did the people on the boat respond?"

Gong Basheng recalled: "The second piano sound comes from a dome pleasure boat on the lake. This person belongs to the recipient of the information. In addition to indicating that he received it, he also celebrates the birthday of the people on the shore."

So, the people on the shore celebrate their birthday today? Wow, on August 15th, they should be either rich or noble.

Xiaoxiao frowned and thought about it, but she really couldn't figure out what was worth keeping the content about silk? She actually needed to pass it on with all her thoughts.

I couldn't help but tilt my head to see Gong Basheng again.

"That's all." Gong Basheng took a sip of wine.

"After congratulations on your birthday, there is no further information?"

"Then the man on the pleasure boat played a song "Mid-Autumn Moon", but the people on the shore never responded."

"Is "Mid-Autumn Moon" also played silently?"

Gong Basheng laughed in silence: "That's probably difficult to do. "Mid-Autumn Moon" was played after the pleasure boat was hanging down from the curtains. The tone was of the best, but the person who played it was extremely attentive."

It seems that the people on the shore should be extremely important to Xin Ran. Maybe he is the messenger behind him, otherwise how could he have made such a great enemy with the Tang family at Maoyan'er's age?

Alas, I don’t know if those wonderful piano messages are useful to me.

I looked at the moon in the sky with a smile. Although it was a bright moon that was thousands of miles apart, the people under this moon had their own stories. People with too many stories often kept silent. If they poured out all their sweet and bitter waters, no one would bother to listen to them.

Like the kind of "I have a relationship, I'll give it to you", but it can only become more pretentious as I sing.

The moon became small and white, and a hazy halo appeared around it, as if it was soaked in the mist.

The songs and music on the lake gradually stopped, and half of the pleasure boats were missing, and Xingwen Lake became more and more peaceful.

"Is it time for midnight?" Xiaoxiao stood up and looked at the surrounding islands where the lights were gradually extinguished. The black dust was like a sleeping beast on the lake.

"Middle time has passed." Gong Basheng also stood up, his hair fluttering slightly in the night wind.

I heard that the hour had passed, Xiaoxiao was mobilized by the modern holiday blessing atmosphere, and smiled and said to Gong eight times: "I wish Mr. Gong a happy August 16th~"

Although Gong Basheng was a little puzzled, he still replied with a smile: "Have fun together."

"Meeting sir twice has helped me a lot." Xiaoxiao remembered the first encounter with Gong Basheng at the Rose Banquet, in order to avoid Ding Jin's pursuit. Now this time, he was fortunate to hear Xin Ran's Qinyu. If it weren't for the clever expert's tips, no matter how much money or power there was, it would be difficult to find it.

"Last time, Xiaoxiao shared a nice song to me, and this time, she shared a rare poem to me. It must be Xiaoxiao who helped me." Gong Basheng tied his hair loosely from the back of his head. Xiaoxiao looked carefully and realized that he had only used a sedge rope.

"In this way, I have to make full preparations for the next time we enjoy the snow." As she said with a smile, she began to prepare silently for the snow-appreciation program: songs? poems? crosstalk sketch? magic acrobatics?

Or is it a passionate recitation? It reads helplessly and melancholy, "When the wind updates, the snow updates, the dream of breaking the hometown will not come true, and there is no such sound in the hometown." Or reads casually and seriously, "Through the long tunnel in the county, it is a snow country." Or reads "The whole of Ireland is snowing..." with tears in his voice.

Gong Basheng looked at the changing wind and clouds on Xiaoxiao's expression, and laughed unconsciously: "Let's build a snowman then."

"Okay!" It's much easier to pile up a snowman.

Xiaoxiao seemed to have imagined the appearance of that snowman, round, fat and cute.

The night was darker and it was getting late. Xiaoxiao didn't know what was going on with his companions for a while.

Gong Basheng understood everything and said, "It's time to go back."

"My companions are still on Yuyin Island." Xiaoxiao looked at the island full of blue lanterns in the distance.

"I'll let them all come back." Gong Basheng said, then spread his hands next to his mouth, trembling his fingers slightly, and then a whistle sounded.

At this time, the lake was quiet at night. This whistle alarmed a few night birds. After a while, all the blue lanterns on the Yuyin Island were extinguished, leaving only a few corner lamps to illuminate.

What a wonderful light-out call.

"I looked at Xiaoxiao's Island." Gong Basheng looked at Xiaoxiao with his hands behind his back.

"See you when it snows!" Xiaoxiao waved his hand, and did not stop too much, and helped Xiao Dier walk towards his boat.

...

Xiaoxiao almost returned to "Fusheng Island" at the same time as her companions. All of them were extremely excited, as if they had just attended an idol concert.

Sang Er grabbed Xiaoxiao's hand and kept saying: "We are sitting next to Yin Sanliuqiao. You don't know that fifth sister, his voice is closer and he listens better~ After singing two songs, he took the initiative to ask what we want to hear!!!"

All three little girls were trembling like an electric shock: "Then I sing Ouyang Xiu's Butterfly Love Flower to us~"

Cuncai grabbed the smiley sleeves tightly: "By the way, have you smelled the fragrance on his body~"

"Is it a begonia flower?"

“Yes, yes~”

Xiaoxiao:...

The girls were still a little more reserved, and Dan Tai Furong pulled Ruicai over: "We are so lucky this time! We might as well sit in the distance and look at each other! I really didn't expect that Ruicai's Guzheng master was Meng Liuyue! What a good man, Tang Yingyuan, you didn't see the temperament of those musicians, just like a god!"

Xiaoxiao was about to say something, but he saw Dan Tai Furong slapped her thigh and said, "Oh, the only regret is that she couldn't see Gong Basheng! We and him rushed forward and back! It is said that he had been walking around the island and left by himself..."

He is...

Ruicai also smiled sweetly: "Mr. Du Shiyijue has also taught me some experience in playing the serpent! Today is really, what an honor!"

Although Xizi didn't say much, he kept humming songs happily and smiling like a crescent moon.

"Did Yingyuan be so stupid? I must have regretted it in my heart~" Dan Tai Furong shook her shoulders, "Tell me where you went to play just now~"

"Ming Basheng and I went to a small island to watch the moon." Xiaoxiao replied with a smile.
Chapter completed!