Listening to Shen Jing, those who had just been showering Zhao Ying with flattery immediately glared at him.
While it was true they were flattering Zhao Ying, you couldn't just point it out!
They were all cultured scholars, didn't they care about their reputation?
"Chi Chi, quickly take him to get his medicine!"
Song Lianxin suppressed her laughter, shaking her head in feigned helplessness, "Don't you know if he can play the guqin? Don't let him spout nonsense here! If he makes everyone laugh at him, he'll probably blame us again."
Didn't she know Shen Jing?
If he was asked to compose poetry or couplets, he could barely manage.
As for music, Shen Jing knew absolutely nothing!
Chi Chi didn't speak, only gently tugging at Shen Jing's sleeve.
She knew that Shen Jing truly didn't understand music.
Forget that wretched Song Lianxin, even she thought Shen Jing was talking nonsense.
"I may not be able to play the guqin, but I can play other instruments!"
Shen Jing said seriously, then looked at the crowd, "Don't leave, I'll be right back!"
With that, Shen Jing quickly walked downstairs.
He had noticed when he came up that there was a suona in this Qin She (Music House) as well.
Chi Chi was puzzled but quickly followed Shen Jing.
Everyone just assumed Shen Jing was fleeing in disarray, and seeing his stubbornness even as he left, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.
His brain must have been ruined by water!
He was completely insane!
Su Yourong, behind the curtain, lowered her gaze, a trace of sympathy flashing in her eyes.
If she hadn't spoken to Shen Jing that morning, she probably would have thought he had a problem with his mind too.
Just as Su Yourong was about to stop the laughing crowd, Shen Jing ran upstairs with a 'thump-thump'.
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In his hand, he held a large suona.
Seeing the suona in Shen Jing's hand, the crowd burst into laughter again.
"We're here to make friends through the guqin, what's he doing with a suona?"
"It seems Shen Jing's mind really is problematic."
"If this happened to anyone else, they'd probably go as crazy as he is."
"Maybe he's pretending to be crazy to escape reality..."
The crowd looked at Shen Jing mockingly, as if he were a clown.
However, a few still cast sympathetic glances his way.
Shen Jing ignored their teasing, walking directly up to Song Lianxin, "This is a piece I composed specifically for you, you must listen carefully!"
"Why must you do this?"
Song Lianxin sighed dramatically, but inwardly, she was disdainful.
The sound Shen Jing would blow would probably be like ghosts wailing and wolves howling; it would only dirty her ears.
Ten Shen Jings combined couldn't compare to Zhao Ying in any aspect!
Shen Jing didn't bother to say more and immediately started playing "Grand Funeral Procession."
"Da da..."
The sound of the suona slowly began.
Everyone had been waiting to see Shen Jing make a fool of himself.
But as the low, mournful suona sound began, many people's faces showed a hint of surprise.
Shen Jing actually knew how to play the suona?
Just a few notes, and the piece had a unique flavor.
The sound of this suona was still a bit lacking compared to the guqin.
But this piece, played on the suona, felt so... so...
Fitting.
Yes, it was fitting!
So desolate, so oppressive.
Listening to it, one would inexplicably feel a heartache, making one want to cry.
In a trance, they seemed to see a person standing alone in the bleak autumn wind, desolate and lonely.
Su Yourong listened quietly, sighing inwardly.
This... seemed to be a true portrayal of Shen Jing's experiences?
The disdain on Song Lianxin and Zhao Ying's faces had also disappeared.
Zhao Ying frowned, looking at Song Lianxin in confusion, and whispered, "Didn't you say Shen Jing didn't understand music? Can someone who doesn't understand music play this?"
Although Shen Jing was playing the suona and he was playing the guqin, purely from the perspective of the music, Shen Jing's piece had already stolen his thunder!
The key was that this was a piece they had never heard before!
Which meant it was highly likely that Shen Jing had composed it himself!
Whereas the piece he had played was composed by a predecessor.
Compared to that, wasn't he being trampled underfoot by Shen Jing?
"I really didn't know he could play the suona!"
Song Lianxin frowned, then said disdainfully, "Only vulgar people play the suona. No matter how well he plays it, it's not presentable and can't compare to you! I think he's trying to gain sympathy with this piece!"
Zhao Ying thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
Gain sympathy?
Who would sympathize with him!
They would only see him as a joke!
As the two whispered, many others also began to converse in low voices.
"A good piece, it makes one inexplicably want to cry."
"In my opinion, this piece expresses his reluctance to part with Song Lianxin."
"He's like this, and he still wants to move Song Lianxin with a piece of music?"
"This Shen Jing, ah, he's a devoted lover, it's just that he's a failure himself..."
The crowd discussed in low voices, and the more they listened, the more they felt a lump in their throats.
Unconsciously, some people's eyes had become moist.
Zhao Ying also heard the reluctance in Shen Jing's piece, cast a contemptuous glance at Shen Jing, then immediately, like an overbearing CEO, put his arm around Song Lianxin's waist, and gave Shen Jing a mocking look.
As if to say: No matter how much you grovel, she is my woman!
Song Lianxin leaned closer into Zhao Ying's embrace, then looked up at Shen Jing, who was playing enthusiastically, and said hypocritically, "Shen Jing, please stop playing, it makes me feel sad! I know your feelings, but matters of the heart cannot be forced..."
Feelings, my foot!
Shen Jing was too exasperated to retort, and he didn't speak, just continued to play.
Song Lianxin sighed helplessly, feigning tears, but inwardly she was secretly proud of her charm.
Shen Jing said all sorts of nonsense, but in the end, wasn't he still thinking of her?
Too bad she would never look at him!
In fact, she wished he would die immediately!
That way, no one would ever mention him spending money on the Song family again.
"Young Master Li, why are you crying?"
At this moment, a scholar looked at the one beside him, whose eyes were full of tears.
Li Zhao wiped away a tear, his face full of sorrow: "I don't know why, but hearing this piece, I suddenly remembered my great-grandmother who passed away many years ago..."
"I also thought of my mother who died of illness a few years ago..."
Another scholar with moist eyes nodded in agreement.
It wasn't just them; many people felt this way.
Listening to this piece, they inexplicably thought of their deceased relatives.
The sound of the suona was very penetrating.
The sound carried outside the Qin She (Music House), drawing passersby on the street to gather around the entrance.
"Whose family died?"
"Why is there no funeral banner for this funeral?"
"What dead person? This is a place that sells guqins, not a funeral home!"
"Ah? No one died? Why are they playing funeral music if no one died?"
Simply dressed passersby pointed and gesticulated outside the Qin She (Music House).
Hearing the commotion outside, a young scholar near the window snapped out of the suona music, leaned out to look, and cocked his ear to hear what those passersby were discussing.
Did these illiterate people also understand music?
However, as he listened, the young scholar realized something was wrong.
Wait...
Funeral music?
The young scholar frowned, again carefully savoring the suona sound in his ears.
"Funeral music!"
The young scholar suddenly realized, turned around, and shouted to everyone, "Funeral music! This is funeral music!"
