The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

The sound of the flute echoed among the mountains. The woman heard the sound of the flute as soon as she got off the car, so she ran very fast along the way.

After learning about the flute player, she breathed a sigh of relief and slowly sat on the mat.

Sweat breaks out from her plump body, and the fragrance is fragrant.

The elders had never seen her look so excited. When they usually see Ansanji's wife, she is like a white-clothed fairy in the sky, acting steadily and generously, and speaking in a precise and precise manner.

She used her hand as a fan to fan the wind and said with a smile: "Excuse me, I am really amazed by the sound of this flute. This flute music is based on our country's national characteristics in terms of mode, rhythm and playing method. I thought it was some talented kid from China coming to participate in the competition, so I was very pleasantly surprised."

"Does this flute music have a name?" she asked.

"Yes." An Sanji printed out the faxed music paper and handed it to her hand.

"It's actually called Mountain Ghost." The woman observed the music score and said softly, "No wonder the musical elements are so similar to the flavor of Chinese folk opera. It sounds like the Flower Drum Opera in Changsha, Hunan, especially the 6135 and 3512 segments. The boy used It's an interval of thirds, and the melody goes back and forth, isn't it just like the "Mountain Ghost" in "Chu Ci Jiu Ge"?"

She, a tone-deaf person, seemed to be trapped in a deserted place, excitedly analyzing the structure of this flute piece.

The old men beside him listened quietly, with surprised expressions on their faces.

I had long heard that An Sanji's wife was a famous music performer in China, and today she showed up to give her own account, and it turned out to be true.

An Sanji looked at his beloved wife with a smile.

This handsome man who was an extreme daughter-slave and a super wife-controller gave her the center seat to his wife as soon as she entered the castle tower, served her tea, laid out cakes, and fanned her with a folding fan. The wind is as cute as a little chicken.

Cai Zilan, a famous Chinese music performer, learned southern flute music from her grandfather when she was eight years old. By the age of twelve, she was already internationally known as "the best flute girl in the world" and played a decisive role in the Chinese music industry.

When she married An Sanzhi, the most expensive dowry she brought was the Keting flute passed down from her family.

"If this flute music is paired with elegant verses from Chu Ci, combined with drum accompaniment and Western tuning, it will definitely be a different kind of enjoyment." She whispered, "This is definitely not the complete version."

Then she suddenly remembered something,

She exclaimed in shock: "Where is my little Qingji?"

"Play with this boy outside." An Sanji said softly.

"You actually allow her to play with boys." Cai Zilan nodded slightly with a thoughtful expression, "It's quite strange for a slave girl like you."

Everyone present laughed one after another. Next to them was a pile of cut-out stickers. It was unclear who would put these stickers on their faces later.

She stared at the handsome young man on the screen, and Xiao Qingji who was staring blankly at the young man not far from the camera, and praised a few times: "This is a good thing."

.....

On Zhongzhou Mountain, the song ended and the square was silent.

Even though the flute playing has ended, there still seems to be lingering clear sounds echoing in the ears. The sound of the jade flute goes from far to near, and then from near to far, in the lonely sky, making people's reverie wander back and forth.

Slowly, the applause rang out, and then gradually became more enthusiastic.

Before Yu Xian played the flute music, many people thought he was doing it for fun by holding the "invincible" folding fan. After this flute song, everyone no longer had any doubts about this word.

He really wants to smash everyone to pieces.

Others can only hear a sound when listening to the wind, but cannot feel the artistic conception of the loneliness of heaven and earth. When playing, they only use the music bought in advance by the academy. If they can get by, they can get by.

But this flute piece, both in terms of performance and artistic conception, is excellent.

Paired with the scenery of mountains and flowing water, it is really an ultimate enjoyment.

Everyone watched with envy in their eyes as the handsome young man gracefully walked down to the judges' table to receive his pass.

This is already the fourth pass card obtained by Yuxian Zhisheng, the best among all.

Just wait until you get one more

Go directly to the final examination room.

"I have never heard of it. The sound of the flute is unique and makes people very emotional." The judges expressed their appreciation.

"Overall, it's good, but it only focuses on flutes, which makes it a bit thin. If the soundtrack could be richer, this piece could be even better." One of the younger female judges said, "Yuxian Jun, I wonder if there will be a chance to hear the complete version of this song in the future?"

"Okay." Yu Xian nodded with a smile and took the token from her hand.

"Mountain Ghost" is not a separate song, but a pop song with Chinese style elements. He likes this song very much and will definitely sing it in the future.

But it doesn’t matter whether you are in Japan or not. Although music has no borders, there are still barriers between cultures. They can feel the beauty of flute music, but they may not understand the meaning of the lyrics.

The popularity of this song cannot be limited to this small place, but spread throughout Asia.

After taking the pass, he stood aside, leaning under the shade of a tree, enjoying the performance of Kurobutong.

Kurobutong had been watching his performance obsessively just now. It took him a while to come back to his senses, slowly put the violin on his neck, and played the music gracefully.

She played an adapted Japanese organ music. In the fantastic music, it was as if she could hear the whispering responses of the fox demons deep in the forest, and it was also like the dwarfs dancing hand in hand in Western fairy tales. This colorful The strings of the sound of the piano pulled Yu Xian's childish body, making him want to dance for her.

When Kuro Mutong got the pass and came over, Yu Xianzhisheng smiled at her. The two looked at each other, words reflected in their eyes.

She didn't want to always rely on her younger brother's strength. Sometimes, she also wanted to work hard on him.

Instrumental performance has always been the strength of Tokyo University School of Arts, but listening to wind music is not just about performance. Fujiwara Chie and Natsume Qingon tried their best to perform, but they failed.

They stayed here to continue waiting for the next round, while Yuzuru, Kurobutou, and Anshan Kiyohime continued to set off to the next examination room.

The examination rooms for listening to wind music and looking at the scenery and writing lyrics were adjacent to each other, on Qilu Mountain next door, only half a mile away, so instead of taking a boat, the three of them took the cable car down the mountain and walked there.

Yuxian never posts selfies, but that doesn't mean others won't take photos of him. Along the way, many female students looked over and captured his every move on the screen.

The sweet sounds of the girls teasing each other were like a flock of birds hovering in the sky.

The sunlight in the sky is slowly setting. From time to time, a dark cloud hangs over the mountains and rivers. The sky is as moist as a lake, and the paper crane lanterns on both sides of the road light up one after another.

The performance on the ancient street is still going on. The ancient road is filled with the wonderful sounds of Sanxia Diao, Dajin Painting Diao and other songs. This sound is mixed with the accompaniment of Sanxian and the noise of students, making people feel like they are here. Arriving in an incredible fantasy country.

When we arrived at the examination room at Qilu Mountain, Wang Jing's lyrics writing officially began.

There are no live judges here.

The students need to continue moving forward and visit the scenery on Qilu Mountain along the way. When they see the scenery they like, they express it in poetry and haiku.

There is no limit to the subject matter or quantity, including poems, songs, and haiku.

After composing the words, return to the foot of the mountain and hand the scroll to the judges for appreciation and evaluation.

This is also the origin of the name Qilu Mountain, which is taken from Li Bai's poem "There are many divergent roads, now I am safe".

Yuxian Zhisheng walked halfway, only to realize that he had forgotten to return the Keting flute, and Anshan Qingji had been following him without saying a word.

The girl was very concerned about such a valuable thing.

Yuxian Zhisheng quickly took off the flute from his waist and handed it into her hand, thanking her from the bottom of his heart.

Anshan Qingji took it gently and said at a loss for words: "There is no need to do it so early. I also want to listen to Yu Xianjun playing the flute again."

She bit her lip and frowned, looking like she was about to cry.

Also, she probably already understood that after Yuxian Zhisheng left, he would never come back again.

Moreover, unlike other players who were scratching their heads anxiously, he had a smooth journey and didn't need to

In the afternoon, I will leave from here.

"You chat with her, I'll wait for you at the top of the mountain first." Heimutong said softly, "Of course, don't just chat, remember to compose lyrics."

She did this very well and fully demonstrated her magnanimity as a sister.

In other words, she also saw that Anshan Kiyohime's naive attachment to Yu Xian was not a love between a man and a woman, but a reluctance to part with friends who were about to be separated.

So she was willing to give her the last time to let her not be so sad.

So there were only two people left.

Yu Xian Zhisheng took Anshan Qingji and found a secluded path with no one.

There are no cameras set up here, and no practitioners pass by.

Two people walked side by side on the red maple forest path.

On the way, we passed a mountain stream, which was extremely clear. The pebbles in the stream shone with colorful light. Although the stream was beautiful, it blocked the way.

Yuxian Zhisheng originally planned to bend down and carry the girl on his back to wade through the water, but she shook her head and refused.

I saw her taking off her clogs and white stockings, revealing a pair of exquisite and beautiful feet, stepping lightly on the water.

When the clear water reached her snow-white ankles, she turned around and waved with a smile: "Yu Xian-kun, come quickly."

Yu Xian took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his robe, and followed closely.

The girl is light and cheerful, using her beautiful and lovely toes to tread the smooth pebbles in the water.

As she was walking, she suddenly staggered, made an ouch, and leaned back.

Yuxian Zhisheng stepped forward quickly, grabbed her arm, held her in his arms, quickly let go, and said with a smile, "I'd better carry you there."

In fact, they were not far from the shore, but the girl agreed in a strange way. She lay gently on his back, tightly hooked on his neck, and her nose was filled with his delicious scent.

Unconsciously, his face turned slightly red.

Gently putting the girl down, and looking up to see her pretty face, Yu Xian smiled childishly, lay down on a stone, rolled up his sleeves, picked up his pen and started writing.

"We know each other, as clear as water and as bright as a mirror, and our hearts are as clear as a seal." 』

Two people know each other's thoughts together, but this mind should be as clear as water and as smooth as a mirror. Where can there be impurities?

On the way to the mountain, another student from another family passed by on the main mountain road. Yuxian Zhisheng took her hand and hid, quietly waiting for the group of people to pass by.

Anshan Kiyohime's heartbeat was beating fast, she covered her mouth and snickered.

She picked up a wooden branch from the ground and wrote on the moist soil: "Who knows what I wish for in my life, but I see a moth throwing itself into the fire, and I feel sad."

I know that a moth flying into a flame is a dead end, but why do I suddenly envy it so much?

Yuxian Zhisheng saw it and was silent for a while, then he picked up his pen and wrote: "The light of the flowing firefly is intermittent, one light and one extinguishment within a foot. How can I bear the loneliness."

The elusive fireflies are disappearing in the darkness. Isn't this a kind of loneliness?

The two got up and moved on.

Standing on the mountainside, the red leaves are stained, and the miscanthus in the fields at the foot of the mountain is shining with golden light.

Looking into the distance, you can see the outside world.

Cherry blossoms bloomed on the embankment along the road, drifting away with the water waves.

The train bound for Sensoji Temple made a loud noise, and there were as many people as ants walking on the Azuma Bridge. From the 800-pine tree to Yanwen's boat warehouse, there was a continuous line of luxury cars.

The clothes of the people on the street and the fashions in the shop windows are bright and glamorous.

People have finished their day's work and are waiting quietly on the wide road for the red light to turn green.

The sun began to set in the west, the autumn sunshine gradually lost its power, and a gentle breeze blew from the mountains.

The two stared motionless at the sunset, silent.

Within the wall is her world.

Outside the wall is his world.

Outside here, it seems like they will never mingle.

The red peaks gradually darkened, turning into a monotonous gray world. The mountains, rivers and lakes also changed from pale gold to deep blue, and there was silence between heaven and earth.

"The world is full of hustle and bustle, but the cherry blossoms pass by silently, only for a moment."

Yu Xian's childishness picks up the pen and puts down the words, referring to this moment

Express all my feelings at this moment.

On the way down the mountain, neither of them spoke anymore.

Anshan Kiyohime followed behind him like a small shadow.

Yuzuru submitted three haiku poems, successfully obtained the fifth pass, and boarded the large ferry to the host island.

Kuro Mutong also successfully obtained the fifth pass, but she did not go with him.

Only the first student to arrive on the host island can obtain the Super S Star Badge. Yuxian Zhisheng needs this badge more than herself.

He is already second on the player list, and if he gets this one, he will be able to reach the top spot smoothly.

At the same time, the ranking of Dongda Art School will also reach the first place.

Yuxian Zhisheng stood at the bow of the boat and waved gently to the two people standing on the shore.

In the twilight covered by thin clouds, he said silently to Anshan Kiyohime: Goodbye.

The boat moved forward slowly, and Yu Xian sat on the boat seat, trying to forget everything about her.

"Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky..."

Suddenly, a clear singing voice came from behind, which was the pronunciation of Chinese that I had not heard for a long time.

"The evening wind blows the willow flute and the sound of the willow flute fades, the sun sets outside the mountains..."

This is the first Chinese song that her mother taught her after she learned Chinese.

Mom said, this song is called "Farewell".

The girl sang loudly, with tears rolling down her eyes and snot flowing from her nose.

She sang loudly with all her strength.

"At the end of the sky, at the corner of the sea, there are only a few close friends..."

"A pot of turbid wine will make you happy, don't sleep in the cold tonight..."

"Don't sleep in the cold tonight..."

Chapter 208: Farewell