Font
Large
Medium
Small
Night
Prev Index    Favorite Next

voice of fate

Mostly because there are excellent dancers and singers there, and some literati go there not to be prostitutes, but to sing and dance.

"Are you really capable of composing music?" The old madam didn't believe it.

Lan Ya nodded: "Please give me a guqin from the old madam."

She still plays the guqin a little bit, and she plays the violin the best compared to the guqin. Unfortunately, she hasn't had time to make the violin yet, and making small reminders requires a little money.

The madam waved when she heard this, and the girls behind her brought a guqin and placed it in front of Lan Ya.

Lanya didn't hesitate at that moment. She stretched out her hand and tried the sound of the piano a few times. It was not bad. She put her hands on the guqin and slightly raised the strings with her fingers, making a beautiful sound.

A string of music flowed from her fingertips, and the sound was so pleasant.

But with a hint of resentment and a hint of desolation, Lan Ya didn't know what music to play for a while. The most profound song in her mind was Beethoven's violin music "Destiny"

She replaced the original violin music with the guzheng. The fate of that song was not desolate. Perhaps it was Lan Ya's inner emotions that brought out the sadness in her heart for a while.

Her fingers traced the strings and she became more and more proficient in playing, playing faster and faster, as if the piano under her fingertips was an object for her to vent her whispers. Her voice became very fast and urgent, making everyone feel more and more nervous.

The sad voice that made you want to cry just now is now a little anxious.

‘Zheng…’ Lanya suddenly slapped her hands on the guzheng and her voice stopped abruptly.

Lanya's breath was a little flustered, and she moved her fingers halfway: "Sorry, I was distracted."

She was indeed distracted. The tune of fate aroused her inner confusion and disturbed her emotions.

The old madam listened attentively. This was the first time she heard such music. Although she was a little anxious later, she absolutely believed that the person in front of her was a master of composing music.

"What song is this?" the old madam asked happily.

Under the black gauze, Lanya lowered her eyes: "I won't compose this piece for you. If you are willing to cooperate, I will compose you some more cheerful and beautiful tunes."

The song "Destiny" is elegant and expresses her inner voice. It is also her favorite song.

The madam was startled for a moment, then she smiled and said, "Okay, it's just the price..."

"One song is five hundred taels." Lan Ya's voice was a little light.

"Five hundred taels? Are you looking at five hundred taels..." The old bustard was surprised. One song was five hundred taels. Five hundred taels was her income from Chunse Garden for a few days, and she really couldn't bear to part with it.

"If you don't counteroffer, if it works, it will work. If it doesn't work, it won't work." She doesn't like procrastination the most.

The old madam thought for a while and gritted her teeth: "Okay, let's do it like this."

She doesn't want people like this to go to other gardens!

Lan Ya nodded: "From now on, after I compose the music, I will ask the maid Chenxiang to send it over, and I will hand over the music and pay the money."

"Okay, it's settled." The madam was also a little happy, thinking that all Hualou songs are generally the same, and the only competition is to see who can perform well.

From now on, their Spring Garden's unique music will really overwhelm other flower houses. If the music is so novel, no one will come.

Lan Ya came out of the Spring Garden, feeling a little happy. In modern times, there are a lot of songs, but in this era, they have become rare things. One song is five hundred taels, and five hundred taels is a lot.

In this era, five hundred taels is enough for a poor family to live a lifetime.

Thinking of this, Lan Ya shook her head. There are rich and poor everywhere. The laws of nature are cyclical. If there is poverty, there will be wealth, and if there is wealth, there will be nobility.
Chapter completed!
Prev Index    Favorite Next