The sound of the piano was quiet, and for a moment, the five people in the yard were in a little depressed mood.

Zhang Xuanqing felt a little familiar when listening to the tune. He thought again, "Remembering the Flute on Phoenix Platform" is not a brand name? He moved his heart slightly, beat his hands and hummed gently:

"The fragrance is cold and golden, and the red waves are turned up, and I get up and comb my hair lazily."

"Let the treasure box be filled with dust, and the curtain hooks are on the sun."

"I'm afraid of separation and separation, so I'm going to stop talking."

"I'm going to lose weight in the new year, but I'm not going to be sick and drunk, but I'm not sad."

"Stay, I will go back this time, and it will be difficult to stay thousands of times of Yangguan."

"I miss the people from Wuling far away, and the smoke locks the Qin Tower."

"Only the flowing water in front of the building should be remembered by me and stared at me all day long."

"Where you look at me, I will add a new sorrow from now on..."

The sound was low, and in the lingering sound of the piano, it seemed to contain countless emotions. A series of scenes appeared in front of everyone: it was a messy room, the beauty was alone in the empty building, looking at the window, the incense in the furnace was gone, the smoke was cold, and there was no intention to burn it again; the brocade quilt on the bed was chaotic, and there was no intention to fold; the bun was fluffy, and there was no intention to comb; the precious mirror was full of dust, and there was no intention to wipe it; the staring eyes were only staring in the distance, and no one understood the mood of hope; there was nothing to say about. Only the flowing water in front of the building reflected her figure leaning against the building all day long, marking her gaze that she was looking at.

Zheng--

Before I knew it, the sound of the piano came to an abrupt end.

Uncle Gong was crying, his hands tremblingly stroked Qinsi, his eyes obsessed. After a long time, he suddenly looked up: "Fellow Taoist also understands the rhythm?"

Zhang Xuanqing smiled silently: "I understand a little, I understand a little."

Uncle Gong suddenly stood up and bowed deeply to him: "I dare to ask fellow Taoist to play a song for someone."

Zhang Xuanqing: “…”

I was just talking and having fun!

Is it not a joke? It was the first time I begged me, Zhang Xuanqing decided to play it.

I saw him nodding gently, pace slowly, and slowly walked to the piano to sit down. He picked up the piano and placed it on his knees. Every move was filled with a leisurely charm. He smiled at everyone, gently tweaked the strings of the piano with his fingertips, and then accelerated instantly.

Everyone: "..."

The sound of the piano, which was astonishing as the sound of ghosts and gods, was heard from Zhang Xuanqing's fingers, and it made everyone feel a splitting headache, restless and irritable, and was almost in pain and begging for mercy.

Zhang Xuanqing was still singing with a shy face and shouting: "I have a little donkey that I never ride. One day I rode it to the market on a whim. I was proud of myself with a small whip in my hand. Somehow I fell all over the mud~"

Uncle Gong looked as if he was ashen, and he snorted angrily, leaving with his sleeves; Yuan Tiangang "shy" covered his face and covered his head with his sleeves; Li Chunfeng and Liu Jiannan blocked their ears for a while, but ran away, not daring to stay anymore. After a while, the courtyard was empty, with only Zhang Xuanqing left.

snort!

A group of guys who don’t know how to appreciate art!

Zhang Xuanqing looked arrogant and continued to immerse herself in her music world.

...

"Hey, Zhang Xuanqing, Zhang Xuanqing, you wake up quickly." An anxious voice came into your ears, and you also felt that your body was being pushed. Zhang Xuanqing was in a daze and suddenly woke up.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Liu Ping looking at him with a worried look, and couldn't help but be surprised: "What are you doing?" He played a song yesterday and was drunk by Yuan Tiangang and others. Unexpectedly, he returned to modern times when he opened his eyes.

But what happened to Liu Ping? Remember that she was downstairs of her house? She ran out to stab her husband before going to bed early in the morning and what did she do?

I looked under me and said, yes, I was lying on the bench, but I was frozen all night and my body was frozen.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xuanqing was about to get up, but his clothes and bench were frozen together. As soon as he moved, he heard a thrilling sound and his clothes were pulled into pieces.

"Don't move!" Liu Ping hurriedly pressed him down, angry and anxious, and hit him in the chest: "You slept here last night? Don't want to live anymore? Who do you think you are freezing to death?" He said that, and quickly took out his cell phone: "Wait, I'll call you 120."

Wherever you go! Zhang Xuanqing quickly snatched the other party's phone and said laughing and crying: "Are you sick? Or do you think I'm sick?" He said that, and stood up and moved his fists and feet.

Not to mention, except for his movements, he was so lively that he was not at all alive.

Liu Ping stared at him suspiciously for a while, then slapped him in the chest again: "It's okay, you're lucky. I'm scared. Do you know... why are you sleeping here?" He suddenly changed his words halfway through his speech.

"I'm also saying, "You don't know. I don't have a penny. I'll drive out the night. Where can I live if I don't stay?" Zhang Xuanqing didn't pay attention and rolled his eyes and complained.

Liu Ping was silent immediately, and turned her head to the side, preventing Zhang Xuanqing from seeing her eyes: "I'm sorry, I forgot yesterday."

Zhang Xuanqing waved his hand generously: "It's okay, I'll forgive you." After all, it's not his family, what can he say? He asked again: "Have your mother and your sister left?"

Liu Ping nodded. She just sent her mother and Liu Yan away, and she saw Zhang Xuanqing when she came back. She was startled at that time. Now... she gritted her teeth and pulled Zhang Xuanqing's hand. Zhang Xuanqing shrank in fear: "What are you going to do?"

"Take you to my house, take a shower, and change your clothes." Liu Ping didn't look back, and Zhang Xuanqing refused at all.

He led Zhang Xuanqing to her bedroom all the way, and Liu Ping said again: "You go in and take a hot bath first, I'll buy you clothes... There is ginger in the kitchen. Should I cook a bowl of ginger soup for you to heat it, wait for you to come out to drink after taking a shower, or do you cook it yourself later?"

"I'll do it myself..." Before Zhang Xuanqing finished speaking, Liu Ping said, "Forget it, I'll heat it up for you. When you come out, you'll drink it." After that, he turned around and went to the kitchen, and his steps were in a hurry.

Is this... caring about yourself?

Zhang Xuanqing was stunned for a while, suddenly felt a chill, shook his head suddenly, looked at the bedroom door, then looked at the bathroom door, hesitated for a moment, and entered the bathroom with a cruel heart.

The bathroom is big and the bathtub is big; the water is very hot and the heart is very hot.

...

When Liu Ping bought the clothes and came back, Zhang Xuanqing was no longer out of the room and was lying down to watch TV.

Liu Ping put the bag in her hand on the bed and said, "I bought you the clothes, you can try it."

There are at least 10 or 20 pieces, and they look tall and tall when they are piled together.

Zhang Xuanqing was dumbfounded: "You robbed the mall?"

Liu Ping hummed softly and turned her head: "I don't know how big you are wearing. I bought it for you if you look similar. You can try it. Is there a suitable one?"

"Oh..." Zhang Xuanqing stumbled inside. Seeing that there were clothes, pants, warmth, underwear, and underwear, and the underwear was divided into triangles and four corners, he couldn't help but whisper: "You bought them all?"

Liu Ping didn't say anything, turned around and left. After a slamming door, her voice came from outside the door: "Do you want to wear it?"

Why not wear it? Zhang Xuanqing is not the kind of person who is embarrassed. He tried several sets of clothes one by one and chose the one that fits the most. Not to mention, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. After he cleaned up himself, he was really handsome.

He found a rope on the dressing table, tied his hair behind his back casually, opened the door, and Liu Ping was sitting on the sofa. He went over and patted her, and smiled and said, "Pingpingniu, thank you, buddy, it's time to leave."

"Let's go?" Liu Ping turned around, looked him up and down, and then said, "Let's go now? Where are you staying? Isn't you waiting for your luggage?"

Zhang Xuanqing shrugged: "I'll send you my luggage, I'll go home for the New Year."

"Your family is going home for the New Year so early!" Liu Ping glanced at him in anger.

Zhang Xuanqing smiled and said, "There is no way. Others go home to use a car for the New Year, but I go home to use it for the New Year. Now I have nothing to pay for the clothes I wear except for the clothes I wear. I will leave early and get better, so I can't leave until the end of the year."

"I deserve it, who asked you to send all the money to your father?" Liu Ping curled her lips.

Zhang Xuanqing didn't say anything, opened her hands and signaled: "Do you want to have a farewell hug with me?"

"Go to die!"

“…”

With the sound of closing the door, Zhang Xuanqing's figure disappeared.

Liu Ping bit her lower lip tightly, took the pillow, and threw it on the ground.

"snort!"

※※※

Walking out of the community, Zhang Xuanqing looked up at the sky. It was covered with clouds and was still gloomy, but there was no rain and snow of yesterday.

Looking back at a certain floor, sighed gently, turned around, raised his legs, and strode towards his hometown.

The silhouette of singing came from his mouth: "Spring goes, spring comes, white hair falls, flowers bloom, red faces are easy to decline. Time is like a passerby, world is waiting for a floating world, don't admire Yuntai, how can fame be there? Don't think about Penglai, gods and immortals are really guessing. The word "free" is hard to buy money, and it's hard to get your body... "

The cold wind is cold and the long road is long. One person, one song, walking alone among the crowd of carriages and horses, with a depressed back and a sad feeling.

Zhang Xuanqing really planned to walk home and return to the days before the Eternal Mirror: he opened the road to the mountains, built bridges when he encountered water, walked around the streets and alleys, and wandered around the world. Since he learned that he had lost money, he had this idea.

Perhaps when others learn that they can't save money, they will think of defiance and change their destiny, and conquer nature. But whether Zhang Xuanqing has cultivated since he learned Taoism or his nature to be content with everything, he is not interested.

Isn’t it just that I can’t save money? Can I not make any money?

We are just a person who just needs to live by and wait for death. Are we still afraid of this?

With such a free and easy feeling... or a broken can, Zhang Xuanqing embarked on the way home empty-handed.

If you are thirsty, you need to drink a glass of water; if you are hungry, you need to eat; if you are no one, you set up a stall to tell fortunes; if someone gives you a gift, you give him a divination.

At night, I either live in a bridge or cave, a park or a forest or a roadside. When I am sleepy, I fall to the ground and fall to sleep; when I wake up, I lift my feet and leave.

If someone takes it in, he doesn't mind staying for a few days and doing some housework for the family; if no one takes it in, it would be great to use the sky as the quilt and the earth as the mat!

When you encounter wind and snow, you will not feel sad; when you encounter bright sunshine in winter, you will not feel happy.

This is a journey, another practice.

And in the time and space of the Tang Dynasty, after the end of the year, he ushered in another parting.
Chapter completed!