"Lin Chen."

Lin Chen spoke his name, and then his eyes fell on the shadow sitting behind the barrier, and asked with a smile: "I have told the girl the name below, but I don't know what the girl's name is?"

The person sitting behind the barrier had not spoken yet, but the little maid beside her chuckled softly: "There are too many people who want to know my lady's name, but there are only young masters who ask this question!"

"Liu Lai, don't be rude!" The woman sitting behind the screen whispered. Although it was a scolding, there was no sign of scolding in her tone.

"Oh, I know!" The little maid named Yue Lai stuck out her tongue.

The woman looked at her maid's smiling face and shook her head helplessly.

Although Yue Gui is nominally her personal maid, more often, the woman still treats her as her sister, so she sometimes looks like she is "no big or small".

After taking his eyes back from his maid, the woman stood up and gave Lin Chen a gift through the embroidered screen of cold plum blossoms and snow, then she said softly: "Little girl Nong Chunmei, I have seen Mr. Lin!"

Nong Chunmei?

Lin Chen's eyes fell on the embroidery, and thought of the "experiences" that Li Xiaoran taught him in recent days. So he smiled and said, "The cold plum stands proudly in the snow, and the ice and snow melt in February spring. Miss Gang, a good name! Although I have not seen the girl's true appearance, I believe the girl must be like this embroidery, and is a peerless and independent woman!"

"Is this a poem for me?"

Nong Chunmei was a little surprised when she heard this. Because of some things, she changed her name to Chunmei and embroidered a picture of cold plum blossoms and snow to express her attitude. But at this moment, the two lines of poetry that Lin Chen recited were quite appropriate, but I don’t know if there is another article?

So, Nong Chunmei chuckled and said, "The little girl accepted this praise from the young master. But I don't know which poem the young master said was written by everyone? Can you tell me if there is still a next chapter in this poem?"

Lin Chen shook his head and smiled and said, "This poem is not written by me, but when a friend of mine was visiting Qinchuan, he saw red plum blossoms blooming towards the snow and stood proudly in the cold. So he cooked wine under the red plum forest and admired the plum blossoms. He chanted these two sentences under his drunkenness. When he asked again afterwards, he looked confused."

Nong Chunmei chuckled and said, "Since it is a poem written by herself, how can she be confused?"

Lin Chen smiled and said, "Miss I don't know. My friend is named Yun Xiaomu. She is a bit talented. Others are still a scholar at the age of thirty. He was already a high school student at the age of 17. But for some reason, when he entered the Zhongzhou imperial examination, he failed to pass the exam twice. Later, he went to Qinchuan to visit and drank very drunk in the red plum forest. In other words, he recited the two lines of poetry that the girl heard. Although it was supplemented later, if it was used to praise the peasant girl, it would be unsuitable, so I didn't say it later."

"Why is it not suitable?" Nong Chunmei asked curiously: "But I don't know, what are the last two lines of poetry?"

Lin Chen said: "If a girl wants to listen, it would be okay to read it out. My friend's original poem is like this: The red plum stands proudly in the snow, and the ice and snow melt in February. Now I chant my ambition in Honglin, and I will be the top scorer next year!"

After Lin Chen finished speaking, his eyes fell on the embroidery in front of him and continued, "I would forget this poem, but after seeing the picture of the cold plum blossoms and snow by Miss Hong, I said it casually, but I changed the "red plum" to "cold plum". I will praise the girl with the poems of others, and ask the girl not to be disgusted!"

Nong Chunmei chuckled and said, "If it weren't for Mr. Lin, the little girl wouldn't have heard this poem today, how could she blame it?"

After she finished speaking, she changed her mind and gently stroked the guzheng in front of her, saying, "I have been playing a song these days, but I always feel that something is missing. Does the young master feel the same?"

Lin Chen's face turned slightly red when he heard this. He listened to others playing the piano on the deck every night. At best, it was listening, but if it was bad, it was eavesdropping.

However, Lin Chen nodded and said, "The music theory level in the lower part is not very high. In fact, when I first listened to the girl playing, I didn't find anything wrong. Instead, I thought it was very nice! But gradually, I always felt that there seemed to be something missing in the girl's piano sound!"

Nong Chunmei did not speak, but placed her hands on the strings, and began to play with a "clang" sound.

Listening to good songs is something worth enjoying.

Lin Chen simply closed his eyes.

Not long after, I finished playing a song.

Nong Chunmei looked at Lin Chen and asked, "Mr. Lin thinks, what is missing in this song of the little girl?"

Lin Chen opened his eyes, pondered for a moment, and asked, "The song played by Miss Nong is sometimes like a smooth flow of water, sometimes like a turbulent wave. If you are not mistaken, the meaning of Miss Nong is a continuous and gentle river, right?"

"Why did you say this?" Nong Chunmei asked.

"Feeling!" Lin Chen smiled slightly and continued, "The artistic conception in this song is rich. After listening to it, people can't help but think of a hazy fog dissipating and gentle Yangtze River, but every chapter... the problem comes from this!"

"Mr. Lin means..." Nong Chunmei was puzzled.

Lin Chen said that her songs are nice and have a rich artistic conception, but why did she say that the problem lies here?

Lin Chen smiled and said, "It means, don't Miss Hong feel it's too deliberate?"

"Too deliberate..." Nong Chunmei said to herself.

Lin Chen explained: "The river flows in a gentle and turbulent waves. The song of Miss Nong is full of depictions of the scenery of the river. But please think about it. What else is there in an Yangtze River besides the river?"

Nong Chunmei seemed to have understood something.

Lin Chen said: "In a Yangtze River, there are water plants swaying, fish and shrimp wandering, fishermen scattering nets on boats, and old men fishing on reefs. These scenes are not reflected in the songs of the farmer girl. Instead, they deliberately pursue the flow of the river. In this way, there will be flaws!"

Nong Chunmei did not answer the conversation, she looked out the window.

The clear breeze is rippling on the river. Although the night fog is hazy at this moment, from her position, you can still see the faint hazy lights on the fishing boat that has not yet returned to the shore in the distance.

In an instant, she suddenly moved!

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