The story "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" is about a man’s courtship of a woman. The ’Phoenix’ is male, and the ’Phoenix’ is female, so it’s about a man pursuing a woman.
Sima Xiangru was a great talent, known for works like "Zixu Fu" and "Shanglin Fu," and later generations regarded him as the "Saint of Fu." In terms of literary status, he was on par with the Grand Historian, Sima Qian. When he played "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix," he was a young talent, already famous throughout the country.
Zhuo Wenjun was a great beauty and also a talented woman. Her background was equally prestigious, born into a wealthy family, and usually mingling with nobility, undoubtedly a wealthy young lady from a noble family.
Therefore, Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun were truly a perfect match, a literary genius and a beautiful, talented woman.
As the saying goes, when the golden wind and jade dew et, it surpasses countless encounters in the human world.
When he was young, Wu Zongting rembered that he loved those ancient novels where noble young ladies fell in love with impoverished scholars, or heavenly maidens fell for students preparing for imperial exams from poor families, and so on. He enjoyed reading them imnsely.
Wu Zongting once imagined that the girl from the arts troupe would fall for him too.
But as people grow up, there’s always a mont when dreams shatter, and reality hits hard.
The eternal truth is that each pot has its own lid!
How can two people with such vast differences in status have any intersection in life?
Wu Zongting was moved to tears.
"Mr. Wu, why are you crying just by listening to a tune? I thought Xu Lin wasn’t playing anything nice."
Xiao Minghua, who lacked an artistic bone, naturally didn’t appreciate it, and he already didn’t like Xu Lin, having a bias. So how could he listen to Xu Lin play?
He thought, damn, what kind of tune is this? So unpleasant!
Now seeing tears in Wu Zongting’s cloudy eyes, Xiao Minghua was clueless about what happened.
"What do you know?"
This ti, Wu Zongting didn’t want to pay attention to Xiao Minghua.
If Xiao Minghua had said, "The old gentleman is moved to tears," perhaps Bastard might think this kid sowhat understood him.
But Xiao Minghua made an ungentle remark.
A few minutes later, the performance ended.
Xu Lin directly said to Wu Zongting, "Bastard, how was it? Were you moved to tears?"
"Heh!"
Wu Zongting tried to keep his composed face, "It’s just that today’s wind is a bit strong!"
What wind could there be indoors?
Xu Lin didn’t bother to expose him.
At this mont, Xu Lin’s gaze fell on Pei Danqing.
Their eyes t, and Director Pei’s gaze was sowhat evasive, showing slight embarrassnt, then shifted away from Xu Lin’s gaze, with a hint of redness on her cheeks.
At this mont, silence spoke louder than words.
Xu Lin didn’t pay attention to her, instead stood up from his seat.
He had been playing erhu, guzheng, and guqin, showing a bit of talent to let everyone know he had sothing to offer.
"Wu Zongting, next I’ll be the music director, okay?"
Xu Lin looked at the old man.
"Heh, suit yourself!"
Wu Zongting couldn’t maintain his composure. Although he still spoke firmly, he no longer looked down on Xu Lin.
Layn only knew Xu Lin had sothing to offer and played pretty well.
But Wu Zongting wasn’t a layman; nor was he an insider—he was an old immortal who had ascended.
He knew Xu Lin had ascended too, and ascended very high, seemingly higher than himself.
Xu Lin chuckled, "That’s more like it. You’re getting old, need to keep peace and make money, and don’t easily get angry; health is important for the elderly."
Damn it, you could speak less.
Wu Zongting was speechless. This kid was really asking for it.
Really outrageous!
Xiao Minghua couldn’t help but criticize Xu Lin, "Xu Lin, you’re even lecturing Mr. Wu now!"
"When elders are talking, juniors shouldn’t interrupt, got it? The old man didn’t even say anything, and you’re getting excited first? What are you doing? Jumping in every now and then, you annoy the most, you idiot, so clueless about human interactions."
Xu Lin really wasn’t afraid of being criticized, as he could freely leave this circle and didn’t need anyone’s approval for a living, so he was confident, not afraid to offend others, and besides, he was only eighteen. Those of the sa age without constraints were even more spirited, let alone him. Being young without so bravado would certainly lead to regret later.
Pfft!
As soon as Xu Lin finished speaking, Director Pei couldn’t help but laugh, unable to hold it in.
Xiao Minghua was stunned, with words at the tip of his tongue, montarily at a loss for what to say.
The instrunt room wasn’t empty; quite a few people had co to see Xu Lin play.
Oh wow!
Mr. Xu really has character, speaks directly regardless of who you are, just scolds outright.
Zero-zero later tidy up the workplace!
No.
It’s post-zero-five!
Mr. Xu was born in 2007.
Xu Lin didn’t care what others thought. He had a bit of a free-spirited attitude, besides, no one else could really help anyway.
This program’s score consists of five pieces, all without lyrics, with one piece for the opening and closing, and three interludes.
For others, composing five pieces would take a long ti, after all, inspiration is random, how does it co? Maybe from reading, watching movies, walking, seeing the scenery, etc., even taking a dump could spark inspiration. In short, anything you do could spark inspiration.
So, inspiration is quite random.
This ti, Xu Lin wasn’t ssing around and thought about delivering for the program, for the audience. If any issues arose, the bla would fall onto him. Who composed this piece? Mr. Xu? Which Mr. Xu?
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