Courtyard House: Wudang Disciple Sweeps Through the Compound

Hua Youlin has been studying music since childhood, although she usually comes into contact with Western instruments such as the piano and violin.

However, they were born with a unique talent for music appreciation, and could easily capture the subtle emotions and patterns hidden in the melodies.

At this moment, she was already deeply immersed in the beautiful flute music, and even her breathing became unconsciously light and slow.

As the music ended, the clear and melodious flute notes gradually dissipated into the evening breeze.

After a long while, Hua Youlin seemed to wake up from a beautiful and sweet dream.

He quickly raised his hands and clapped lightly.

The crisp applause was filled with undisguised joy and amazement.

"Chen Wenqi, this piece of music is so beautiful, what's it called?"

Hua Youlin moved closer to him with great interest, her bright eyes sparkling, her tone full of barely suppressed curiosity.

"This piece is called 'The Original Scenery of My Hometown,' and I composed it according to the traditional five-tone and twelve-tone system."

Chen Wenqi gently placed the bamboo flute on his lap, gazed into her smiling eyes, and answered softly.

"And you are the first person to hear it."

"Really?" Hua Youlin's eyes instantly filled with an overwhelming joy, like a cup of half-crushed starlight, shining brightly.

This melody is quite different from the style of Western works, carrying a uniquely Eastern gentle charm.

It's so tender and moving; I never imagined you could compose such a captivating melody.

Can you teach me? I want to learn to play the flute too.

She gazed at Chen Wenqi's face, feeling as if the person before her was a treasure trove full of surprises.

With each new layer explored, a new light will be revealed.

"Of course." Chen Wenqi nodded gently with a warm smile, his fingertips lightly tapping the cool body of the flute.

Actually, I've composed several other pieces, but some of them are still unfinished.

"Mmm, I want to hear it!" Hua Youlin perked up instantly, clasped her hands together in front of her chest, and her eyes shone brightly with anticipation.

Following that, Chen Wenqi played several more melodious traditional Chinese tunes.

Some of the music is crisp and cheerful, like a clear mountain stream flowing gently, making a melodious and pleasant sound.

Some melodies are soothing and melodious, like a gentle evening breeze rustling through a dense bamboo forest, quiet and peaceful.

Some melodies are gentle and tender, like a long-lost friend gently knocking on the door, full of longing.

The melodious flute music was like a gentle key, slowly unlocking a musical world that Hua Youlin had never set foot in before.

She was completely captivated by the moving melodies he had performed, and even her fingertips unconsciously tapped along to the rhythm.

"Let me teach you."

"Okay!" Hua Youlin was so happy she almost jumped up on the spot. She quickly moved closer to him and gently touched Chen Wenqi's shoulder.

The two leaned slightly closer, instantly reducing the distance between them. Chen Wenqi patiently guided Hua Youlin on how to hold the flute.

He explained in detail that the fingers should be cupped together and the fingertips should be pressed against the edge of the flute hole.

He then gave detailed instructions on how to play, emphasizing that the breath should be long and even, rising slowly from the dantian (lower abdomen), and that one should never use brute force to blow.

He patiently explained to her the conversion relationship between the five-tone scale and the twelve-tone scale and the Western seven-tone scale.

He even specially selected two simple introductory pieces and meticulously arranged them into simplified musical scores, with handwriting as neat as printed text.

At first, Hua Youlin couldn't quite grasp the basics of playing the instrument and seemed a bit flustered.

Either the breath was too rapid and agitated, or the sound couldn't be produced at all.

Either the fingering is messed up, resulting in a tune that is off-key and chaotic.

Under Chen Wenqi's meticulous guidance, she gradually figured out the knack and found her rhythm.

She was naturally gifted and had an innate sensitivity to music.

In just a short while, he had learned to play a few simple scales and made initial progress.

However, a thought suddenly occurred to her, and a shy idea quietly emerged.

The two of them played the same flute one after the other, and the warmth of each other's breath must still linger in the flute holes.

Could this scene be considered a kind of indirect kiss?

Thinking of this, Hua Youlin's cheeks suddenly flushed, turning as red as cotton candy warmed by the sun, soft and sweet.

But she tacitly hid this shyness in her heart, without revealing it, only her smile became sweeter.

Their eyes met, filled with unspoken affection, and tender feelings flowed silently in the air.

The feelings between them are like tea leaves steeped in warm water, quietly unfurling.

As it heats up little by little, it becomes increasingly rich and mellow, gradually reaching its peak.

Glug, glug.

A strange sound suddenly came from under the boat, as if someone was gently tapping the planks with small stones.

Chen Wenqi subconsciously looked down at the bottom of the boat, his face gradually darkening.

Upon seeing this, his brows furrowed instantly, and a hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes.

Hua Youlin also noticed something was wrong and quickly followed his gaze.

A fist-sized hole was clearly visible in the bottom of the boat, and icy lake water was pouring into the cabin with a "whoosh".

She couldn't help but let out a soft gasp, her voice filled with barely concealed panic and fear.

"Chen Wenqi, the boat is leaking! What should we do?" Hua Youlin hurriedly reached out and grabbed Chen Wenqi's arm, her fingertips turning slightly pale from the tension.

Her eyes were filled with helplessness, and tears welled up in them.

"Don't panic, stay calm." Chen Wenqi quickly pressed her hand down, his voice still calm and composed, showing no sign of panic.

He then tore off a piece of fabric from the hem of his coat, stood on tiptoe, and tried to stuff the fabric into the hole in the bottom of the boat.

But as soon as the cloth touched the hole, it was swept away by the rushing lake water and scattered, serving no purpose at all.

He took a closer look and discovered that the wood at the bottom of the boat had rotted beyond recognition.

The once hard wood has turned into loose, fluffy fibers, extremely fragile.

Such a hole cannot be plugged at all.

The lake water rushed in faster and faster, and in no time, half a foot of water had accumulated at the stern of the boat.

The ship began to slowly sink, and the situation became increasingly critical.

Chen Wenqi felt secretly annoyed, and a surge of anger quietly rose within him.

Do the ships here never undergo regular inspection and maintenance?

The bottom of the boat was so rotten that no one noticed and still dared to let tourists ride it.

What if other tourists board this boat? Wouldn't that cause a major disaster?

The consequences are simply unimaginable.

"What should we do? Chen Wenqi, are we going to drown here like this...?" Hua Youlin's voice was filled with undisguised worry, and there was a hint of crying in it.

The strength in her arms tightened unconsciously, her knuckles turning slightly white.

"Don't be afraid, Youlin, I'm here, we'll definitely be fine." Chen Wenqi held her hand tightly in his own, the warmth of his palm passing through their skin.

He comforted her gently, his thumb lightly stroking the back of her hand, as if silently instilling courage in her.

"But this ship is about to sink..." Hua Youlin stared blankly at the increasing water in the cabin, the ship clearly beginning to sink.

His tone was full of anxiety, his eyes were red, and tears were about to fall.

Seeing this, Chen Wenqi quickly reached out and wrapped his arms around Hua Youlin's slender waist, pulling her closer to him.

Lowering her voice, she solemnly instructed, "Hold me tight, and whatever you do, don't let go."

Chen Wenqi was riding his bicycle halfway when he suddenly remembered that he had promised to buy roast duck for his sister when he left home that morning.

So he immediately turned the car around, pedaled hard, and headed towards Quanjude on Wangfujing Street.

After queuing up to buy a shiny, fragrant roast duck, he got back on his bicycle and headed back towards the courtyard house.

As soon as I rode to the gate of the courtyard house, I saw Yan Bugui, the famous "gatekeeper," leisurely watering the flowers in the yard with a watering can.

Yan Bugui glanced up and saw the roast duck Chen Wenqi was carrying. His eyes widened instantly, and his face was full of envy.

He couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement, his tone full of wonder.

"Wenqi, you're living the good life! Carrying such a huge roast duck, quite the show!"

Having been bluntly criticized by Chen Wenqi several times before, Yan Bugui knew that it would be difficult to gain even the slightest advantage from this kid.

But he still couldn't shake his old habit of gossiping and nagging, and couldn't help but start a conversation.

"My sister kept saying she wanted to eat one, so I just bought one for her," Chen Wenqi replied casually, not intending to argue further.

Carrying the roast duck, he strode straight toward the backyard, ignoring the gossip behind him.

"Pah!" Yan Bugui spat disdainfully at Chen Wenqi's retreating figure, but couldn't help but mutter to himself.

How did this kid suddenly become so extravagant?

Although I saw him earn some pocket money by fishing last time, that little bit of money shouldn't be enough for him to spend so extravagantly on a whole roast duck.

There's definitely something fishy going on here.

As Banggeng passed by the Intermediate People's Court, he immediately spotted the roast duck that Chen Wenqi was carrying and jumped like a small cannonball.

They rushed over with a "whoosh" and stood in front of Chen Wenqi.

He yelled at the top of his lungs, using every ounce of his strength, "I want roast duck! Give me the roast duck now!"

Chen Wenqi looked down at the little guy in front of him who hadn't fully grown up yet, and cursed inwardly.

This little ingrate is only five years old, yet he's already picked up this insatiable greed. What will he be like when he grows up?

It really proves the old saying: "People who aren't family don't enter the same door."

"Get out of here."

Chen Wenqi didn't pay any attention to Bang Geng at all, and walked straight towards the backyard without stopping.

"Wow--!"

Seeing that he was being completely ignored, Banggeng immediately burst into loud sobs. His cries were sharp and loud, and his shrill voice pierced through the silence of the courtyard, making it clear to everyone in the entire courtyard.