"… If you come to my side, you will immediately become the manager of the Su mansion. All the resources of the three branches of the Su family will be at your disposal. No matter how many requests you have, as long as we can fulfill them, we will naturally agree to them. If you can manage these resources well, Second Sister is only a woman after all. If she can't take over the first branch in the future, you will naturally have many ways to get her … My father said that you are a smart person, and everyone knows that you are a smart person. We are sincere. There is no need to say unnecessary words, just think about it …"
In the wind and snow, Su Wenji's voice rang out. In fact, he had already prepared to say it to him. Among the several managers of the first branch of the Su family, Xi Junyu was smart and capable, and had always been the most dazzling one. Although his qualifications were not as good as those of the elders, the fact that he would be able to support half of the Su family in the future was not doubted by many people. Many people even said that this Xi Junyu was originally the top scholar in the imperial examinations. The Wu Family had spent a lot of money to invite him, but he still refused. The reason why he stayed in the Su family was actually because of Second Miss Su Tan'er.
Because of this, since Su Tan'er got married, Su Yunfang and Su Wenji had been trying to get close to each other, showing good intentions. Su Wenji knew that he was not capable, but he had always boasted of himself as Su Wuji. He was courteous to the wise and treated those who were capable very well. He was particular about "I may not be capable, but I just need to leave things to those who are capable to do it." Such an attitude had received a lot of praise from the outside world.
However, at this time, after listening to his words, Xi Junyu just looked at him for a while. After a moment, he patted hard on his shoulder. While Su Wenji was puzzled, he still shook his head and sneered, "Seventh Young Master, don't be naive …"
"This is your best chance … You know whether what I said is true or not."
Su Wenji couldn't figure out what the other party was thinking, and he was also confused by the other party's attitude. Xi Junyu's palm on his shoulder was quite heavy, so he could only repeat these words. After a moment, he saw Xi Junyu sigh.
"Heh, Seventh Young Master, it's a good thing to be courteous and generous. I know this is what Third Elder Master taught you. If you can't manage them, then don't give them orders. It's actually a trick, but you don't understand. Those who can really use people must be able to control them. If one day, two of your subordinates have different opinions, and you don't even have the ability or prestige to make a decision, how can you use people? "
Looking at the man in front of him, Xi Junyu was amused. Su Wenji thought for a moment. "At the very least … isn't this a good thing for you?"
Xi Junyu shook his head. "I, Xi Junyu, will not stand with those who are destined to fail."
After saying this, he turned around and left. Seeing the figure striding away, Su Wenji hesitated for a while and finally realized something. "You're angry! You're angry! "
"You've made some progress in this sentence." Xi Junyu said indifferently and then waved his hand without looking back. The snowflakes seemed to suddenly explode in the air. "Wake up, Seventh Young Master. You can't beat Su Tan'er. She didn't take you seriously from the beginning!"
The snowflakes danced in the air. Su Wenji was dumbfounded as he watched the figure in black stride away. After a while, he frowned and suppressed his anger. Although he thought that after so many contacts, this seemed to be the first time that Xi Junyu lost control and became angry, and there should be a turning point, because of Xi Junyu's words, he still couldn't suppress his displeasure. Then, he casually punched the tree trunk next to him.
He didn't have much strength. Usually, such a punch would only hurt. But this time, he was prepared for the pain. He clenched his teeth and shook his hand in the air a few times. With a whoosh, his whole neck felt cold, and his shoulders were covered with snow. He looked up angrily, and then his eyes became stunned. His mouth opened, and a look of horror appeared on his face …
Looking from afar, the figure under the tree punched the tree, and the tree swayed a few times. Then … Boom — Hua —
The white and green color drowned the figure. Two hands and one foot swayed and struggled in the snow.
After a while, there came the voice of a maid. "Come — come — Seventh Young Master is buried in the snow —"
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"… Listening to youth, welcoming laughter, envied by many,
That history book, unwilling to be gentle, the writing is too harsh.
Fireworks are easy to cool, and people are easy to separate,
And you are asking if I am serious …
After a thousand years, the world is full of love, who is still waiting,
And how can the history not be true, Book of Wei, Luoyang City.
If you are following, in the previous life,
Stained with the world of mortals, follow me, and wander for a lifetime … "
The strings of the zither rang softly, like the flow of water. The woman's voice was shallow. In her singing, there was exploration, contemplation, and doubt. She combined some of the monosyllabic singing methods she usually used in singing, and preserved the twists and turns that Ning Yi had taught her. The tune was not high, but it was soft and long like a mellow wine.
The man peeled off the shell of the duck egg in such a song, and the amber color gradually appeared in the air as the eggshell fell. In this era similar to the Song Dynasty, the century egg appeared in front of people for the first time in the music. Then it was placed in the porcelain bowl in front of him, and the amber egg white was like a pattern. Ning Yi listened to Nie Yunzhu sing "Jia Lan Yu," which was quite different from the original version. He could vaguely feel a trace of ancient charm.
Even in this era, most of the time, what he saw and heard was still a simple life, simple and boring. On weekdays, walking along the Qinhuai River, the buildings of the warships were not as beautiful as they were shown on TV, and the roads were dirty and messy. Something like ancient charm was naturally a specific state of mind. Just like when he looked at the lights in the courtyard of the Su family every night, like when he taught Xiaochan to sing "When the Bright Moon Appears" that day, like the comfort inside and outside the small building when the heavy rain was pouring, it could make him think of many years later, and the ancient charm would come out of his heart. After all, he was a modern person. Such a state of mind was the most precipitated breath of time, like poetry and wine.
After quietly listening to this song, Nie Yunzhu also wanted to say something but stopped. She had never heard such a ballad before, but there was no such strange way of singing in any of the most elegant music. Since a thousand years ago, music had taken the path of monophonic music. Even after a thousand years, the singing method pursued by every local opera was actually based on the aura and charm. As for changes, it was far less complicated than modern music that combined various styles. After singing this song, with Nie Yunzhu's skills, she could naturally clearly feel the complex changes pursued in the song. In a sense, this simple and superficial music on the other hand, on the other hand, pursued extremely complex changes in techniques, almost evil, but for her, it did give her a lot of shock and inspiration.
On the other hand, the lyrics were a little too simple, and some parts seemed to be pieced together … She looked at Ning Yi. Perhaps it was just a casual remark. It was as if he had casually said a few words and casually pursued an interesting way of singing the lyrics. In the end, he managed to piece together such a song. But even so, it was still too surprising. Those scattered and shallow words actually had a faintly discernible artistic conception. It was as if he was playing a cynical game. Before this, Nie Yunzhu had never thought that one day she would be at a loss and confused by such a piece of music.
"Young Master's singing style, did you randomly put it together on a daily basis?" Although it was hard to believe, it could only be so. If he was really familiar with music, even if he made up a folk song, it wouldn't sound like this.
"Can you hear me?"
"Strange, but interesting." Nie Yunzhu thought about it and chose her words carefully. Then, she smiled and said, "It's just that … I'm afraid that it can only be sung on a daily basis, or when two or three friends gather. Uh … I'm afraid …"
She was a little embarrassed to say it. Ning Yi laughed. "I can't wait for the grand hall, hehe." He paused for a while. "But it's just something I like, and I think it's interesting when I listen to it myself."
Ning Yi had always been easygoing, and Nie Yunzhu was already used to it. At this time, seeing his attitude, the doubts and confusion in her heart disappeared. It was just a strange song, and as long as it could be sung, it would probably make people happy. She had a deep understanding of the way of music, and also had some rules that needed to be upheld. But now, she didn't feel strange about what was happening in front of her, and only felt that it should be like this.
"Actually, it's nice." She smiled and nodded. "It's just that … I've never heard such a song before. To use a new score, I'll have to study it for a few days …"
Ning Yi nodded with a smile. "Oh, of course, I'm not in a hurry. In fact, it's good enough to listen to it once. It's nice just now."
"Young Master, you flatter me. In fact, there are many parts where I can't perform well …" Nie Yunzhu said, and then looked at the duck eggs in the bowl. "How did this salted duck egg become like this?"
"This is called Century Egg. You can call it Jade Egg, Agate Egg, Riches Egg, or something else … This jar is for you to try. I'll take this jar away. If I sell it at a higher price in the future, there should be business. This should be the only one in the world, and there are no other branches …"
Ning Yi smiled and introduced the Century Egg. He originally asked Nie Yunzhu to marinate two jars for a total of fifty, but at this time, he only planned to take one jar away. Anyway, he only made it to eat, so it didn't matter who he sold it to. Since Nie Yunzhu knew music, he would have to ask her to compose songs in the future. It would be an investment.
After a little refusal, Nie Yunzhu had to accept it. After chatting for a while, Nie Yunzhu found a few straw ropes from the kitchen and tied the small jar to it. Ning Yi picked up the jar and left. Nie Yunzhu walked him to the door, and not long after, she returned to the room.
"The rain is falling, the old hometown is full of grass and trees …"
Softly figuring out and humming the music, Nie Yunzhu walked to the table and looked at the paper with the lyrics written on it. Then she picked up the Century Egg in the bowl, opened her teeth, and took a bite. As she chewed carefully, she was still humming the lyrics word by word.
The strange lyrics and songs that she had never heard before, and the taste of duck eggs that she had never eaten before. These things poured into her heart. When Ning Yi was here, her heart was calm, but at this time, she didn't know why it was a little chaotic.
"The mottled city gate, entrenched by old tree roots, the stone slabs echo 'Wait a little longer' …"
"The rain is falling, the old hometown is full of grass and trees …"
"The sound of the flute in the outskirts of the city falls in that wild village, fate takes root …"
"I heard that you've always been alone …"
"Stained with the world of mortals, follow me, and wander for a lifetime …"
The soft voice was just a faint hum, but many things were in her mind. She remembered the scene when the two of them pushed the cart back together. She put down the Century Egg in her hand, walked to the door, and opened it gently. The wind and snow blew in from outside. She stood there and looked at the road in the distance. The figure in the blue robe holding the oil-paper umbrella gradually walked away in the wind and snow, leaving only a final blurred image.
"Stained with the world of mortals …"
"Young Master Ning is a gentleman, and it is just a word written casually … Nie Yunzhu …"
"Nie Yunzhu, Nie Yunzhu, Nie Yunzhu …"
The figure in the distance had already disappeared in the wind and snow. She closed the door, pursed her lips, and walked back to the round table to sit down. Indeed, she was thinking too much. She propped up her face with her hands, tilted her head to look at the lyrics, and sang a few lines softly. Then, she lay down again and rested her chin on her crossed hands. Looking over, the century egg that she had taken a bite of was placed not far away. A beam of light shone through the door, shining on the amber-like color of the egg, rippling with a sparkling glow.
She just lay there, staring at the crystal color for a while. In the dimly lit room, the little girl also looked like …
*****
PS: It seems that some people always think that ancient people are full of ancient style. They seem to be full of the style of classical Chinese, so modern songs will not be welcomed in any case, and will be regarded as heresy under any circumstances. Here, ancient people, in the pre-Qin period, they usually talked in the format of classical Chinese, but by the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, it had basically become vernacular, and classical Chinese was just a form of writing. These vernacular are actually not much different from what we have now. Vernacular books such as Water Margin can represent some, but whether it is vernacular or not, since it has become a book, the way of speaking in these vernacular books is actually more literary than the real speech at that time. Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing, especially in the Ming Dynasty, the government's notices were required to be in vernacular. In the Qing Dynasty, Emperor Guangxu's Zhu Pi to the officials once said, "As governors, you should do this and that."
So don't really think that the ancient people must be much different from us. Of course, modern songs can't wait to be elegant in ancient times. If you want to say that I'm elegant, it's impossible. However, private entertainment between two or three people is really not a big deal. Moreover, the lyrics and singing of modern songs are not the same as those of ancient times. If you compare the various plays of Peking Opera and Yue Opera, you will find the difference. The singing of ancient times goes in a different direction. Therefore, they may not be used to more complex and eccentric singing methods, but privately, they find it interesting and innovative. This should not be difficult to understand. Moreover … the girl has a good impression of me first …
I don't pursue pure ancient charm. For example, if you write an ancient text, you must follow the ancient method and give people an ancient feeling. Some people even say that you should not invent this or that, and that you should maintain the original ancient flavor — I don't pursue such things. The story I want to write is not some conventional "ancient officialdom writing", "ancient hegemony writing", "ancient farming writing", "ancient wuxia writing", I don't pursue conventional things. If you want to define this article, then it is very simple: A modern person returns to a series of events that happened in ancient times … As long as it is possible and interesting, I will not avoid it. If you go back to ancient times, don't you miss the television? Don't you miss the songs? Don't you miss the MSG? First of all, he must be a modern person. I will definitely not turn the main character into an ancient person for the sake of some ancient charm. That would be unreasonable. My ancient charm can be displayed in other ways. A "modern person" going back to "ancient times", this is the conflict of the drama. Modern people and ancient times are both important.
I only pursue the rationality of human nature. I give him an environment, and then I let the possible happen. Just like what I said above, I let the songs appear based on a series of considerations. I have thought about this, and I know that ancient people speak in the vernacular, so that is enough.
Of course, if you don't want to believe this, don't know what limerick is, don't know what folk songs are, and think that ancient people are aliens, then there is nothing I can do.
Yes, I believe that up until now, I have formed the ancient charm.
This is the Wu dynasty.
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