Chapter 20 Section VI

That night, after Cheng Shaobo discussed the gains and losses of recent medical cases with Guo Yanjie in the Huichun Hall of the front yard, he returned to the back house in the dead of night. Cheng Hanru and his wife went to the room, He Ruohan and Han Yutiao in the opposite wing, and the neighboring Han family The father and son had already turned off the lights to rest, and the courtyard was silent.It was the fifth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, when the crescent moon was just emerging, the sky was light with stars, and the moonlight was misty. Several grape racks in the courtyard sifted through the broken shadows that danced on the ground.The breeze is wrapped in the fragrance of tuberose coming from nowhere, and mixes the strong fragrance of lavender and perilla that are blooming in the surrounding medicine gardens into an aura that makes Cheng Shaobo very intoxicated, making him stop in front of the door, Stretching his arms and taking a few deep breaths, he walked under the grape arbor again, looking at the shattered green and the upside-down bruises, thinking that the next night would be a good time for the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl to meet, and I don’t know what they will say then If you want to talk about love, you should think about coming to listen to it under the grape trellis.When he didn't go to Beijing more than ten years ago, his grandmother told him that every year on the seventh night of the seventh month, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet in Tianhe and talk about love. If you are lucky, you can hear their whispers under the grape trellis.Later, his grandmother actually took him and his younger brother Shaozhong to listen to it once, but he was unlucky. He only heard the rustling of grape leaves, but couldn't understand what kind of love story Cowherd and Weaver Girl were talking about. Later, he went to the capital, There is no grape trellis in the yard, so I have never heard of it again.In the blink of an eye, my kind grandmother passed away for many years, my younger brother went to the United States for more than two months, and Fan Xiaojin, who was able to talk to him in love, left him and went to another country. Life is so incredible and unpredictable, and I feel very sad.

Suddenly, a scream was heard from the opposite room, and He Ruohan asked in a trembling voice, "Yu Tiao, what's wrong with you?" "Who? Who are you?" Han Yutiao asked back. "Yu Tiao, I'm your sister Ruohan, don't be afraid." Following He Ruohan's voice soothing Han Yutiao, the oil lamp was lit in the room. "No! Don't come here, I'll fight you hard if you come any further." Han Yutiao seemed to be in a hallucination.As soon as the words were finished, the door latch slammed, and Han Yutiao stumbled out tremblingly. At this time, the father and son of the Han family next door to He Ruohan also rushed out after hearing the sound. Seeing that Han Yutiao had disheveled hair and suffered from epilepsy, they grabbed her for fear that she would disturb everyone's sleep, threatened her with words, and wanted to get her back to where their father and son lived. in the room.But the more intimidating Han Yutiao was, the more he struggled not to listen to his mercy.

Cheng Shaobo stepped forward to stop the father and son of the Han family, then turned around and returned to the house, took out a guzheng, put it on the stone table under the grape arbor, and grabbed a few strands of zither towards Han Yuyu, which immediately attracted Han Yuyu to be shocked and quiet down.Only then did Cheng Shaobo sit firmly on the stone bench, put on the piano plectrum, tuned the strings with his ears, then raised his head not to look at Han Yutiao, but only at the crescent moon in the sky, and began to play lightly. In the silent night sky, a string of zither sounds is like a spring stream running, from far to near, from weak to strong, accompanied by the breeze, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, in the dark night sky, looming, up and down, lingering and circling , Jumping, agitating, unconsciously, dreaming and illusory, naturally creating a beautiful and floating artistic conception.Han Yutiao was surprised at first, then bewildered, and was finally attracted to calm down, listening to Cheng Shaobo calling the wind and rain on the guzheng with his hands.

He Ruohan in the room, Cheng Hanru and his wife in the upper room, Mrs. Qin and his wife in the concierge, Xiao Congfu and Guo Yanjie in the Huichun Hall in the front yard all put on their clothes and shoes and came to listen one after another. This seems to be no longer the inner house of an ordinary Chinese township doctor, nor does it seem like a confrontation between doctors, nurses and mentally ill patients when the patient has a mad reaction, but a highly skilled guzheng player. On a beautiful moonlit night, an enchanting performance was performed.Although Cheng Shaobo was facing the crescent moon in the sky at this time, the corner of his eyes was always looking at Han Yutiao who was somewhat inexplicable.Sometimes he is, sometimes "Fishing Boat Sings Evening", sometimes "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night", sometimes "Han Palace Wutong Rain".When excited, the arrow pierces the clouds; when it is silent, the weak willow wraps around the wind.In a hurry, the torrential rain is like pouring, and the thunder and the silk are ripped apart; slowly, the clouds and wild cranes are idle, and the waves are washing the sand.He has both rules and non-conformity, both fixed and non-fixed songs, he does whatever he wants and always takes care of Han Yutiao's frowns and smiles, but he plays impromptu to cater to Han Yutiao's inner cloudiness.Han Yutiao was gradually fascinated and intoxicated—it was the first time she felt such a touching and intoxicating sound of piano and music in the nearly 20 years since she came to this world.Suddenly, she laughed and ran to Cheng Shaobo and shouted: "Doctor Cheng, you play so well! Can you teach me?"

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