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Chapter 5 Seven Calyx Red

Song Shu suddenly mentioned Shen Nanfeng, not only to tease the origin of Shen Xizhou's name, but also because the name made her feel very familiar, so she blurted it out, but she didn't expect that she would really guess it by mistake.

Suddenly, a certain fragment flashed in her mind, and she pressed her temple to suppress the momentary doubt.

At this time, Shen Xizhou had already picked up all the papers, and while putting the things back into the file box, she added: "I also have a younger sister, her name is Shen Xiangsi."

May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick lovesickness.

Every girl from the Shen family has a unique and gentle name.

Song Shu couldn't help feeling: "Your names are all nice."

She guessed that Shen Xizhou should come from a scholarly family, with a good family tradition since childhood, and the three sisters love each other. Only such a family can raise her knowledgeable, gentle and calm personality.

"Teacher." Shen Xizhou had heard many compliments on names from others, and she reminded with a smile: "Where are the tissues?"

Only then did Song Shu think of this, she took out a pack of toilet paper and handed it to Shen Xizhou, Shen Xizhou wiped off the sweat on his face, and asked her, "Is there a rag?"

This office has not been used for a long time, thick dust has fallen on the desks and chairs, and small clouds of dust float up when the air flows.

"I'll just wipe it off, you can go home quickly, thank you today." Song Shu felt that he had troubled Shen Xizhou enough, and felt embarrassed to ask her to do other things.

Shen Xizhou looked at Song Shu fixedly, and said with a light smile, "It's okay, don't delay the matter, can the teacher sweep the floor?"

Staring into her eyes, Song Shu nodded in a strange way, and unwrapped a new bag of rags for her: "Here."

Shen Xizhou took a rag and went to the bathroom, while Song Shu went out to find a broom and garbage shovel.

Both of them are very efficient people. One wipes and the other sweeps, and then drags the office from the inside to the outside. The originally dirty office becomes spotless in an instant. Next, Song Shu only needs to pack his personal belongings into the cabinet. up.

Seeing that his task was completed, Shen Xizhou bid farewell to Song Shu: "Teacher, I'm going home."

"Tell me when you get home." Song Shu never forgot to tell her, but she seemed to have forgotten something.

Shen Xizhou froze for a moment, showing a helpless expression: "Teacher, I don't have your contact information."

The little ending sound of grievance made Song Shu's heart tingle, as if she had been scratched by a cat, her ears turned red, and she quickly found a white paper and a red pen, and wrote down her contact information with a few strokes.

She stuffed the paper into Shen Xizhou's hand, with a solemn face: "My contact information."

Shen Xizhou glanced at the content on the paper, 1 phone number, 1 WeChat account, 1 QQ account, quite complete.

She folded the white paper into squares and put it away, smiling brightly: "Got it."

Suddenly, she leaned close to Song Shu, the young man's hot and humid breath melted between her foreheads, the distance between them was too close, as if they were about to embrace each other.

Song Shu's eyes twitched, but he didn't avoid it. It's rare that he didn't feel disgusted by other people's hasty approach.

"Okay." Shen Xizhou took off a small piece of paper that fell into her hair at some point, then straightened up and took a few steps back: "Teacher, see you on Monday."

There was a light fragrance of shower gel on Shen Xizhou's body, and Song Shu just smelled a little aftertaste, which made her feel a little bit reluctant, just a little.

"meet on Monday."

Half an hour later, Shen Xizhou returned home.

She changed into slippers at the entrance and walked into the living room, Shen Xiangsi and Lian Ziyin were serving the dishes, Shen Qinghe was the cook tonight.

"Second sister~" Shen Xiangsi saw Shen Xizhou, ran over and threw herself into her arms. She was in the first year of junior high school, and her height reached Shen Xizhou's chest.

Shen Xizhou supported her and rubbed her head: "Why are you so happy?"

Shen Xiangsi did not let go, hanging on her body: "The list for the Lantern Festival is finalized, and my program has been selected."

Shen Xizhou remembered that Shen Xiangsi had mentioned to her that there was fierce competition in the programs of their school's evening shows, and the program she was going to perform was quite special. Even though she was proficient in performance skills, she was still worried that she would not be selected.

Shen Xiangsi will use shakuhachi to perform the famous song "Far Mountain".

Shakuhachi, an ancient Chinese musical instrument, has a tube length of one chi eight inches, hence the name, but it is now in decline.

"Far Mountain", the famous song of Suitanyan, the teacher of Shen Acacia, the master of Shakuhachi generation.

The inheritance of the shakuhachi appeared in the history of Chinese musical instruments, and it flourished in the Hefeng country at the same time. In the eyes of most modern people, the shakuhachi has always been an instrument used to play the Japanese court music. It was born in the wind and died in the wind. Its predecessor Only a few people still remember.

In recent years, Huaxia has reshaped cultural beliefs, and Shakuhachi has re-entered the public eye with an extremely subtle identity.

Shen Xiangsi showed a very high musical talent since she was a child, but she did not choose to learn popular western musical instruments, but was obsessed with the sound of gold, stone, silk and bamboo.

When she was five years old, she had to decide on a musical instrument for lifelong learning. She chose the remote shakuhachi and joined Shui Danyan's family.

The sound of Shakuhachi is desolate and distant.

The song of Shakuhachi rules the mountains and rivers.

Most people can't tell what is good or bad, and playing on a day like the Lantern Festival is even more risky. Fortunately, Xi Cai, an old music teacher in Shen Xiangsi's school, resisted all opinions and gave her the stage in a Western music program. Opportunity to perform.

"Congratulations, sister." Shen Xizhou was happy for her. She knew that Shen Xiangsi wanted to seize every opportunity to promote Shakuhachi, and every performance was very important to her.

"Xizhou, do you want to drink the soup first or eat first?" Lian Ziyin interrupted the two sisters, saying that what Shen Qinghe cooked tonight was pork ribs, carrot and corn soup.

"You guys eat first, I'll take a shower." Shen Xizhou let go of Shen Xiangsi, she was still looking for Song Shu after taking a shower, and she could come out for dinner soon.

in school.

"Hiss." Song Shu took a deep breath. The fruit knife in the storage box came out of its sheath at some point. She didn't notice it. Flowed out from the wound, staining the entire palm of the hand red.

She squatted on the ground, watching more and more bloodstains on the ground, the psychological pleasure/relief far outweighed the physical pain.

Her psychiatrist told her that she has a slight tendency to self-harm. Although she has restrained this thought very well in the past two years and never actively hurt herself, she is happy to see herself injured and let the wound bleed.

But the joy/comfort did not last long, and a past event came to Song Shu's mind.

One year, she was cooking in the kitchen and accidentally broke a bowl. She tried to pick up the pieces, but her hands were covered in blood.

Han Ning happened to be off work, saw her like this, and scolded her: "Why are you so clumsy?"

She couldn't help acting coquettishly: "It hurts~ You're still attacking me."

Han Ning had nothing to do with her, and coaxed her in a good voice: "Shu Shu, I was wrong, I shouldn't kill you."

"Let me bandage you up, can I prepare dinner?"

"I'm here, stop crying, Shushu."

The doting back then was all the blade later, Song Shu rubbed his red eyes with his uninjured hands, and laughed self-deprecatingly: Heh...

The author has something to say: Some people say that the sound of the shakuhachi can trace past lives and glimpse future lives.

Interested friends can learn more about this ancient and elegant musical instrument.