Not long after, just one song.

Lin Chen put down the flute in his hand, and breathed out lightly as if he had been tense for a long time.

He looked up slightly and looked at the window on the upper floor of the boat, but did not make any noise.

There was still no one in the room of the boat building, but after only a moment of quietness, the sound of the piano sounded again.

Lin Chen smiled slightly, picked up the long flute that was placed horizontally on his knees again, and began to echo the piano music and started to play it.

Time passed by little by little in the harmony of the two of them...

The next morning, Li Xiaoran stared at Lin Chen who was having breakfast for a while, and murmured to himself: "Brother Lin, why do I feel that you seem a little strange these days?"

"Me?" Lin Chen looked up at Li Xiaoran, then continued to eat breakfast, and asked vaguely: "What's wrong with me?"

"I can't say it, but I always think you are a little strange, Brother Lin!" Li Xiaoran shook his head, stared at Lin Chen for a long time, and finally gave up and said, "Maybe it's my illusion. I have been staying on the boat these days, either watching opera or listening to music. Although I'm not bored, I can only stop on this boat, and I always feel that I have less freedom..."

Lin Chen did not respond, but he did not feel this way.

Over the past few days, Lin Chen has only done a few things besides eating, drinking, defecating and urinating.

In the morning, I would stay in my room and read the sword score of "Spring River Flower Moon Sword", and at noon I would go outside to watch the churning waves in the Qingfeng River, and feel the general trend contained in the river. At night, Lin Chen would go to the deck to find a place to sit down and listen to the sound of the piano played every night in the boat building.

The moon curtain is coming.

Tonight, Lin Chen came to the deck on time, and a moment later, the beautiful piano sounds still sounded on time in the room of the boat building.

Lin Chen did not immediately start to take out the long flute to echo, but instead found a place to sit down, closed his eyes, and sat quietly on the deck with Jiang Lang listening to this song. After listening to the second time in the room of the boat building, he slowly blew the long flute in his hand.

The fog swims and the waves of fish are turbulent,

The spring breeze crosses the Qingjiang River in February.

The boat is slow in the broken moon and red cage.

The river flowers stir and the water flows rapidly.

The boy leaned against the railing and looked at the sky.

The sound of the piano and the flute resonates.

In this way, the two of them ended up with one song, and another song, and after another song...

I don’t know how long it took, but the sound of the piano in the boat building stopped.

"Is the time here?" Lin Chen looked up at the sky, and the crescent moon was already hanging high in the center of the sky.

Just as Lin Chen let out a breath and was about to get up and leave, he saw someone walking out of the building in small steps.

Is it a little maid?

Lin Chen's eyes fell on her, but after just looking at her for a moment, he stopped paying attention.

Because those who can board this boat are either rich or noble, and it is nothing to have a little maid around.

However, what Lin Chen did not expect was that when the little maid saw the long flute in Lin Chen's hand, she immediately took a small step towards him, looked Lin Chen up and down with a red face, and then she asked softly with a little shy voice: "Is this young man playing the flute here just now?"

Lin Chen was slightly stunned when he watched the little maid walking towards him and heard her question again. Then he nodded and said jokingly: "If there is nothing else here, then I am indeed playing the flute."

When the little maid heard this, she was not frightened by the "ghost" in Lin Chen's mouth, but laughed softly. Although she still blushed, she was a little shy when she was joking by Lin Chen. She said softly: "I wonder if it is convenient for the young master at this time?"

"What's wrong?" Lin Chen asked.

The little maid said, "If it is convenient for the young master at this time, my lady wants to invite the young master to come and see you."

"Your lady?" Lin Chen was stunned when he heard this and asked, "Is your lady..."

When the little maid heard Lin Chen’s question, she chuckled, stretched out a small hand hidden in her long sleeves, pointed slightly to the top of the boat building, and said in a low voice: “My lady is naturally the one who is in harmony with the young master Qin Xiao!”

Of course, she had the second half of the sentence in her heart: "It's just that, the lady said that although the young master's flute art is not up to the table, it has a bit of uniqueness..."

What's unique?

The little maid who had been with the lady for several years thought about it for a long time but didn't know where the young master's flute sound was unique.

"Then let's go!" Lin Chen nodded and asked the little maid to lead the way.

To be honest, although Lin Chen has lived in this boat building for several days, he has never been to any other place except for Mu Yuejiao, Li Xiaoran and others' rooms, as well as the kitchen hall and opera tram.

Lin Chen followed the little maid up and walked up to the third floor, and then walked through a quiet aisle. Soon, he stopped in front of the door of a room.

The little maid stretched out her hand, knocked on the door a few times, and then opened her mouth and shouted softly into it: "Miss, the young master downstairs has been invited."

I heard someone whispering inside: "Please come in."

When the little maid heard this, she supported her hand on the door and pushed it hard. With a creaking sound, the door was gently pushed open by the little maid.

Lin Chen followed the little maid in and saw a barrier embroidered with cold plums and snow. With the light of fire, he could see a figure sitting upright behind the barrier.

"Please sit down!"

The little maid took Lin Chen to a place opposite the barrier, and after she sat down, she walked behind the barrier and whispered to the person behind the barrier for a while. Soon, Lin Chen heard a cold voice coming from behind the barrier: "May I ask, "Is the young master the flute blower?"

Lin Chen nodded and smiled and said, "That's right."

The person sitting behind the barrier heard this, quieted for a while, and asked again: "I wonder if I can ask the young master's name?"
Chapter completed!