Shang Wanjun said: "Du Fu’s ’Drinking Eight Immortals Song,’ I hope you can achieve sothing in the future, and look proudly at the bright moon in the blue sky."
Afterwards, Shang Wanjun continued to write a few sentences, all expressing hope that Xu Lin would achieve sothing in the future.
Shang Wanjun felt that being alive in this world, one must achieve sothing.
"Xu Lin, will you write?"
"I’ll write a phrase for you!"
"Okay, okay."
Xu Lin took the brush and dipped it in ink.
After thinking for a mont, he wrote a phrase: "Proud as the clear frost, fragrance contains the autumn dew."
This phrase describes a girl as noble and unique.
"Where is this phrase from?" Shang Wanjun asked him, she kind of liked this phrase.
"Read it in a book, didn’t delve into it."
"I quite like this phrase."
Shang Wanjun said, "Your calligraphy is quite beautiful, it has a grandeur unlike other boys’ handwriting, which tends to be petty and insignificant."
Xu Lin didn’t know much about calligraphy either, he had practiced it for a while as a child. In a family like his, with good conditions, he learned quite a few things, as Ms. Ren enrolled him in several interest classes, but Xu Lin had forgotten most of them.
Regarding the grand calligraphy.
Is my calligraphy grand?
Xu Lin didn’t think about it much.
However, Xu Lin didn’t know that once he finishes reading the Twenty-Four Histories and gains a more comprehensive understanding of history, with thousands of years of Huaxia history imprinted on him, his calligraphy will beco even grander, and as his understanding of history deepens, his outlook will be broader, and his deanor will be more extraordinary.
The two then left the area where they were writing.
Then, the two wandered for another ten minutes and later arrived at a musical instrunt stall.
There were many traditional instrunts for sale, such as guqin, guzheng, flute, and dizi.
Shang Wanjun picked up a dizi and asked the owner about the price.
"Two hundred and thirty! Do you want it, girl?"
The owner was from the north and had an accent, calling young n "young mate" and young won "girl."
"How do I pay?"
"Scan the code!"
The owner pointed at the QR code, and Shang Wanjun then noticed it and scanned to pay.
A dizi costing two hundred and thirty is actually considered cheap, these instrunts vary by material, so use more precious woods, costing several thousand or even tens of thousands. It’s the sa for Western instrunts, hence the saying that engaging in art can be quite expensive?
After buying the dizi, Shang Wanjun couldn’t resist playing it.
She played "Floating Light."
This tune is actually foreign, but playing it on a dizi gives it a very tasteful feel, as if it’s a classical piece handed down through generations.
"Does it sound good?"
Shang Wanjun asked.
"I think it’s nice."
When Shang Wanjun was playing the dizi, Xu Lin suddenly recalled that he seed to have a "flute mastery" skill. Upon checking the panel, it turned out to be true. Xu Lin hadn’t used this skill obtained a month ago.
After finishing the tune, Shang Wanjun said: "I taught myself this in college. During a period I was very fond of traditional instrunts, apart from the dizi, I also self-learned guzheng and guqin. Of course, I just learned superficially, without exceptional talent or childhood imrsion, it’s hard to master well, although I haven’t touched them in several years. Xu Lin, do you play these traditional instrunts?"
"I can play the dizi, I learned it in an interest class as a kid."
In childhood, Xu Lin only learned piano in the interest class, but he stopped practicing after a few days because he wasn’t suited for it.
During his childhood, Ms. Ren really invested heavily, fearing that he would grow up to be uneducated, so she continuously pushed him to learn. Later, as Xu Lin grew up, she gradually realized her son might not be the best candidate for high expectations and let go.
"Do you want to play the dizi?"
Shang Wanjun showed interest.
"Please play that tune again, let morize it."
"morize it?"
"I have a good mory, just play it once, and I’ll try the dizi."
"Alright."
Shang Wanjun was a bit doubtful and skeptical, but still played "Floating Light" for Xu Lin.
One rendition quickly passed.
"Did you morize it?"
"morized it!"
Saying that, Xu Lin took the dizi and played it the way Shang Wanjun had just done.
The first ti, Xu Lin was able to play very well.
With the flute mastery skill, playing the dizi was as easy as drinking water for Xu Lin. Soon, a lodious tune sounded, enveloping the surroundings and attracting the attention of passersby, so even stopped to enjoy.
In this traditional culture section, there were many exhibitions of traditional culture, such as couplets, Four Treasures of the Study, traditional instrunts, embroidery, ink paintings, and more.
"Are you sure you haven’t learned this tune before?"
Shang Wanjun was surprised, "You played very well, and your technique amazed ."
"That was just a trial, let play it again."
The first ti, Xu Lin was indeed testing the waters, it was his initial attempt at playing the dizi.
But the second ti was different, having familiarized himself with it during the first attempt.
So, the second performance was even better, with a more romantic and fascinating sound that captivated the audience.
As he finished the tune, enthusiastic applause erupted around him.
"Your skill at playing the dizi is very high, and the second performance was much better than the first!"
Shang Wanjun was quite surprised,
"I’ve played before, shouldn’t boast about being very good, right?"
Xu Lin humbly remarked, having finished playing the dizi, he felt it was just so-so, this little skill wasn’t really of much use to him.
"Could you teach if you have ti? I want to learn!"
Shang Wanjun eagerly requested.
"Sure, I’ll teach you when I have ti."
Xu Lin casually replied, to be honest, playing the dizi didn’t seem very interesting to him.
But Xu Lin didn’t realize Shang Wanjun was serious about it.
Her dedication to traditional culture was sothing Xu Lin couldn’t quite comprehend.
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