The book has no strength, the female supporting role just wants to survive

Chapter 291 My Name is Nanyin

There were only Jiang Tunan and a few others sitting in the audience, but their serious expressions reminded Kikyo of the stage at Changgefang.

At that time, the gold paper falling from the stage blocked her way forward. Now, she stood on the stage of Nazhe Garden again and still could not see her future path clearly.

Ye Ruzhen on the side of the stage slowly struck the chimes next to her. Amid the clear sound of the chimes, Platycodon plucked the strings of the pipa. The sound of the pipa was still sad, but the emotions in it were much richer.

Accompanied by the sound of the pipa, Kikyo began to sing softly.

"..I followed the sound and asked who was playing the pipa. The pipa stopped and he was hesitant to speak..."

The singing on the stage was in harmony with the slow sound of the pipa, and they complemented each other. However, after singing this sentence, the rhythm suddenly became lighter. After a beautiful glissando, Kikyo spoke again.

"We moved the boat closer to invite her to meet, added wine, turned on the lights and resumed the banquet. She finally came out after much waiting, still holding the pipa and half covering her face..."

When singing this line, Xiao Mingrui looked at Jiang Tunan thoughtfully.

It turns out that this song was also her idea.

The varied and smooth sound of the pipa is just as the lyrics say.

"The strings are filled with suppressed thoughts, and the sounds seem to tell of the frustrations in life. With lowered brows, he continues to play the strings, expressing all the infinite things in his heart."

"The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The strings are noisy and mixed, and the big and small beads are falling on the jade plate."

Perhaps it was because the stage was facing the gate of Nazhe Garden, the sound of the pipa and the singing easily floated out, and many pedestrians on the street stopped at the gate of Nazhe Garden.

"What a nice pipa sound."

"This is a really well-written poem. I wonder who wrote it. I've never seen it before."

"Huh? When did a new music hall open here? Why have I never heard anyone talk about it?"

"There is a hidden sorrow and hatred, and silence is better than sound at this moment. Wonderful, really wonderful, I didn't expect to hear such a stunning work in a place like this."

The people at the door were talking a lot, but no one inside was aware of anything. It was because they were all immersed in the sound of Kikyo's pipa.

But before everyone could react, the sound of the pipa and the singing in the building stopped. Just when everyone was wondering why they suddenly stopped, a graceful female voice sounded, as if she was telling someone else's story, or as if she was confessing.

"...At thirteen, she learned to play the pipa and was ranked first in the music school. After the music, she taught Shancai to dress up. After she was dressed up, Qiuniang was always jealous."

Everyone at the door was filled with emotion.

"Based on the sound of the pipa, I believe what she said is true."

"But I've never heard of these place names before."

"Stupid, since it's a song, it might be a place name from some opera."

“But I really feel like this Le Niang is telling her own story.”

"I also feel that way."

While everyone was still discussing, the sound of the pipa suddenly rang out again, but the singing was no longer as cheerful as before, but rather seemed a little lonely and regretful.

"Young men from Wuling compete to tie their hair, and they don't know how many red silks they have."

"This year's laughter will be repeated next year, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass by leisurely."

"My brother left to join the army and my aunt died. My face has changed from morning to night."

Kikyo's eyes were already blurred by tears, and from a distance her eyes looked bright and full of stories. At this moment, she had forgotten everything, as if she had become the Pipa girl sitting alone at the bow of the boat.

Xiao Mingxu's expression had already changed from surprise at the beginning to satisfaction now.

“Listen to the sound and experience the scene.”

While Xiao Mingrui was shocked by the lyrics, he couldn't help but wonder who Jiang Tunan's master was. Such an amazing person shouldn't be unknown. As he thought about it, he actually felt a little regretful, but for a moment he couldn't tell who he was feeling sorry for.

Memories of the past emerged in her mind like a kaleidoscope. At this moment, on the stage with only Kikyo alone, she felt as if it was all a dream.

"Late at night I suddenly dreamt of my youth, and in my dream I cried and my makeup was stained with tears."

Kikyo smiled with relief. She became famous for playing the pipa when she was young, but had always been trapped in the worldly vision and false love. It was really ridiculous to think about it now.

The sound of the pipa strings on the stage became more urgent, and the people below the stage were filled with mixed emotions.

When the song ended, the Nazhe Garden fell into silence.

Finally, Jiang Tunan took the lead in applauding.

"That's right, that's the effect I want to present!"

The rest of the people seemed to react and began to applaud intermittently. Xiao Mingxu and Qiu Niang looked at each other and saw satisfaction in each other's eyes. However, before they could speak, even more intense applause came from the door.

"Good! Good!"

Passers-by at the door were all cheering for Kikyo, especially the young man standing at the front who cheered the loudest. His eyes were sparkling and veins bulged on his bronze skin.

Jiang Tunan looked at the bustling crowd, as if he saw again the grand occasion of every performance of Kyoto's number one pipa master.

"Cousin, what do you think?"

Jiang Tunan walked to Xiao Mingxu's side as if to ask for credit. Xiao Mingxu rubbed Jiang Tunan's head with a happy look on his face.

"Great!"

Qiu Niang and Xing Er, who were standing next to them, had already stepped forward when passers-by at the door were applauding.

"Dear guests, if you haven't listened to enough, you are welcome to visit us again after our Nazhe Garden reopens!"

“Please look forward to it!”

A man in gorgeous clothes poked his head inside and asked Qiu Niang,

"Mom, what's the name of that girl just now? I will definitely come to support her next time."

Qiu Niang was about to answer, but then she remembered that Kikyo was not completely a member of Nazheyuan after all. Now that she had regained her original feeling, she wondered if she would go back to Changgefang. So the words she was about to answer got stuck in her throat.

"My lord, my name is Nanyin."

I don't know when Kikyo walked to the door. She was still holding the pipa. Although she had a veil on her face, she still hid the left half of her face behind the pipa.

"Oh, yes, this is our Nanyin girl from Nazhe Garden."

Qiu Niang reacted quickly and immediately continued what Kikyo said.

"But sir, I am not your mother. Our Nazhe Garden is a place for listening to music. The girls here are selling their skills but not their bodies. Don't make the mistake next time."

Qiu Niang helped Jie Geng block a few malicious glances, then turned around and pushed Jie Geng back to the building.

"Dear guests, please come and watch Miss Nanyin's performance after we open!"

The young man who had just asked Qiu Niang about this matter stroked his chin, his eyes full of greed.

"What a beautiful woman, holding the lute and half covering her face. This young master will remember this."

The bronze-skinned boy next to him, wearing shorts and carrying a bag on his back, was repeating a name.

"Nanyin...her name is Nanyin..."

Maybe he was too engrossed, so the young man didn't notice that the young man in front of him was about to turn around, and as a result, the two of them stumbled into each other.

"Where did this poor fellow come from? How dare he imitate others and look at girls!"

The young man cursed the boy harshly and walked away surrounded by his men.

"Brother Shan, let's go quickly so as not to delay the registration."

The young man's companion pulled him, and the young man left reluctantly.