Learn a small skill every day and embark on a crazy life

Chapter 17: Thirteen Sword Masters (Part )

The decoration style of this Fan Building is unique. It has both classical charm and modern atmosphere. It made him curious, but he soon stopped caring.

He picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup of tea. He found that the tea was clear and transparent, exuding a faint fragrance. It tasted sweet and had a long aftertaste. It was actually better than any tea he had tasted before.

"This tea is pretty good."

The young drunkard couldn't help but exclaim in praise. After drinking a few glasses, the alcohol in his body dissipated a lot.

Just then, a maid in a light pink skirt came in carrying two jugs of wine.

She walked lightly and had a graceful figure. Although she was wearing a veil, she had an elegant temperament.

"Sir, this is our famous Shaodaozi. I hope you like it..."

The maid's voice was clear and pleasant, as sweet as an oriole.

After the maid finished the introduction, she did not bother him any further. She bowed and left the private room, not forgetting to gently close the door before leaving.

"Gudong, gudong..."

The young drunkard couldn't wait to open the jug when he smelled the aroma of the wine, then he tilted his head back and took a big gulp. The spicy wine flowed down his throat, as if a ball of fire was burning in his chest and abdomen.

"This wine is strong!"

The young drunkard wiped his mouth and exclaimed loudly.

"Ha, good wine, really good wine, today, I just want to get drunk!"

The young drunkard burped loudly, then picked up the wine jug and drank it down in one gulp.

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The auction on the tenth floor finally came to an end, and those "suckers" who spent money like water walked down from the upstairs with their treasures in their hands, feeling satisfied.

And just at this moment, the white jade lotus platform in the center of the hall on the first floor slowly rose up, the surrounding lights dimmed, and several beams of colorful spotlights shone down from above, making the lotus platform look like a dream.

A fragrant breeze blew by, and a graceful woman appeared on the lotus platform.

She was wearing a green gauze dress, and her long black hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall. There was a charming smile on her delicate face, and her big watery eyes seemed to be able to speak, and they were full of life.

"My name is Qingluan, and I am honored to meet you all."

Qingluan bowed slightly, her voice as clear and pleasant as an oriole, "The moonlight is dim tonight, so let me sing a song to liven up the atmosphere for you all."

As soon as Qingluan finished speaking, two female musicians in plain and elegant dresses jumped onto the lotus platform and played guqin as accompaniment.

Their fingers gently plucked the strings, and the melodious sound poured out like flowing water, creating a faintly sad atmosphere for the performance that was about to begin.

Then, Qingluan took an ancient-looking loudspeaker microphone from the maid and cleared her throat.

This microphone was specially exchanged by Shen Qiu in the system. Its appearance imitates the ancient sound tube, but its interior uses modern technology, which can perfectly amplify the sound and spread it throughout the hall.

Everything including the stage, lighting, and accompaniment music is in place.

At this time, Qingluan took a deep breath, a trace of sadness appeared in her eyes, and she sang with a hint of deep emotion in her voice:

"March passed by, and the catkins fell.

Lovers are in a hurry.

My love remains unmoved.

Looking back at yesterday, it still feels warm.

Dust-covered thoughts..."

Naturally, there is no such thing as pop songs in this world. There are only poems and songs that praise the merits of emperors or describe mountains, rivers and streams.

There were very few songs that described love, and this was the first time they had heard such a novel style of song. Accompanied by Qingluan's clear and crisp voice, it was like crying and complaining, and it touched people's hearts, giving the guests a refreshing feeling.

There was a hint of sadness in the song, as if it was telling an unforgettable love story.

In a secluded private room on the second floor, a young drunkard was drinking by himself. When he heard the song, he suddenly raised his head and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.

"This singing..."

The young drunkard muttered to himself and almost dropped the wine jug in his hand.

He picked up the wine jug, stumbled out of the private room, and walked towards the direction where the sound came from.

When he came to the mahogany guardrail on the second floor, the young drunkard finally saw Qingluan standing on the lotus platform and singing.

When Qingluan sang: I feel so hazy and it seems like I’ve been through a different world.

I can’t express my regret, and I felt my heart shrink in shock.

Holding tightly, the blue and white token, keeping the promise...

The song was sad and plaintive, like a sharp blade that stabbed into the chest of the young drunkard and completely tore apart his dusty memories.

His heart couldn't help but tighten, and the wine jug in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang". The strong aroma of wine filled the air, but it couldn't cover up the tears welling up in his eyes.

"Qinghua, I'm sorry, it's my fault, I'm useless, I failed to keep my promise, I'm a waste, a waste!"

The young drunkard's legs went weak and he fell to his knees, tears pouring out like a flood. He beat his chest in pain, as if he wanted to dig out his broken heart.

A beautiful face, a pair of lively eyes, and the deep love she had for him in the past immediately appeared in his mind.

"Blue and white, blue and white..."

The young drunkard roared in pain, like a wounded beast, howling in despair in the silent night.

His unusual behavior naturally attracted the attention of the guests around him.

"Who is this kid? Why is he so drunk?"

"I guess he was stimulated by Miss Qingluan's singing, haha!"

"I think he drank too much and his mind is not clear."

The guests on the second floor began to point and talk about the young drunkard.

Qingluan's singing seemed to carry magic, spreading throughout the entire building. The originally noisy hall gradually quieted down, and everyone's eyes were now focused on Qingluan in the center of the lotus platform.

Some young men who claimed to be romantic, were originally immersed in wine, food and happiness, but now they were hit in the softest part of their hearts by this sudden sad song.

"This song...why is it so heartbreaking, yet so beautiful?"

A young man in brocade clothes muttered to himself. He tried to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, but he couldn't wipe them away.

"Yes, this song seems to be telling the story of each of us, the lost love, the missed beauty, alas... we can't go back." Another young man shook his head and echoed in a pretended deep voice.

The singing voice floated in the Fanlou, like an invisible hand, plucking everyone's heartstrings.

The air around them seemed to have frozen, with only Qingluan's sad singing echoing.

Su Qingying and Xiaohuan, who came down from upstairs, were also stunned. Although Su Qingying had never experienced love, she was also deeply touched by the song.

She lost her mother when she was thirteen, and her father was busy with cultivation and handling city affairs, so he rarely accompanied Su Qingying.

Although she had everything she wanted, Su Qingying longed for more care deep down in her heart.

Qingluan's singing reminded her of the lullaby her mother sang when she was a child. It was one of the few warm memories she had.

(End of this chapter)