The first time in history

Qian Mingduo sat on the threshold of the cold moon and lonely stars, thinking about how to become a storyteller. He also understood that in a completely unfamiliar era, he had to think about how to survive first.

Suddenly, a burst of pipa sound came.

At first, the sound of the pipa was like a lively elf jumping between the strings, and the cheerful rhythm seemed like a clear stream in the mountains, tinkling and donging, with vigorous vitality.

The notes chased and played with each other, as if celebrating a grand festival. Every time the strings were plucked, it was like a blooming firework, shining with joy and illuminating every corner of the soul.

In this cheerful melody, you seem to be able to see the sunshine shining on the golden wheat fields, the breeze blowing gently, the wheat waves rolling, and the farmers' faces filled with the joy of the harvest. It is the love and satisfaction of life flowing between the notes.

However, at some point, the sound of the pipa gradually slowed down, and the mood also changed quietly. The originally bright notes now seemed to be covered with a veil, becoming hazy and sad.

The mournful melody is like a sob and a complaint, just like a lonely traveler wandering in the moonlight late at night. The strings sound low, like a heavy sigh, and each sound is filled with endless sorrow.

You seem to be able to see a woman in plain clothes, leaning on the railing alone, gazing into the distance, with deep attachment and helplessness in her eyes. It is the nostalgia for the passing time and the sadness for the fickleness of fate interwoven in the sound of the strings.

The sound of the pipa is like a messenger coming from the depths of time, sometimes conveying joy, sometimes expressing sorrow, and the strings weave a picture of ups and downs of emotions.

The sound of the pipa is so magical. It can freely shuttle between joy and sorrow, just like the ups and downs of life.

Qian Mingduo was mesmerized by the music. He was still savoring the ups and downs of the experience long after the piano music had stopped.

"The sound lingers in my ears!" Qian Mingduo stood up and walked to the wall, "Sister, you play the piano so well, can you play another one?"

"It's getting late, let's do it another day!" the woman said calmly. "Ah..." Suddenly she screamed.

"What's wrong?" Qian Mingduo asked loudly.

"There's... there's a bug, ah!" the woman screamed again.

Qian Mingduo pushed himself up with both hands and jumped over the wall. "Open the door, I'll catch you."

"No... no need."

"you sure?"

"Ah! Wait a minute."

The woman opened the door, looking frightened. She glanced at Qian Mingduo and pointed to the inner room.

Although there were candles burning in the bedroom, the main room still seemed dim.

There was only a step-out bed in the bedroom, not a kang. The exquisite floor was covered with a pure white high-pile carpet, and the layers of curtains only hung down on one side.

"What kind of bug is that? Where is it?" Qian Mingduo asked. He smelled the faint fragrance again, and he couldn't help but take a greedy deep breath.

"In...inside the bed." said the woman standing at the door.

Qian Mingduo took off his worn-out cloth shoes and stood on the ground. "Where is the bed?"

"Right above Hu Zi?" the woman said softly.

"What?" Qian Mingduo was a little confused. "What tiger?"

"It's above your left side!" The woman's face turned slightly red.

"Damn, you mean above the toilet, right?" Qian Mingduo raised his head and looked at the ceiling of the bed. "Luckily I'm a history major, so I know what a tiger is."

Qian Mingduo saw the shadow of a small animal. He was not sure what it was. "Give me the candle!" He stared at the shadow and stretched out his hand. "I can't see it clearly."

The woman came over with a candlestick. Qian Mingduo took the candle and shone it into the shadow. "It's a gecko." He carefully pinched the gecko's tail and handed the candlestick back to the woman. He walked over and threw the gecko out of the yard.

Qian Mingduo walked into the woman's bedroom again. "This step-out bed of yours is quite big. One side is a dressing table, and the other side is a toilet." He lifted his heels and said, "Is it made of mahogany?"

The woman didn't say anything, but just nodded slightly.

"Why do you live alone?" Qian Mingduo said, "No wonder those scoundrels targeted you. Okay, I'm leaving. Call me if you need anything." He turned around and said, "You can also break the wall."

Qian Mingduo climbed over the partition wall again and was about to enter the house.

"Thank you!" The woman stood by the partition wall and said softly, "You have helped me several times in the past two days. Thank you so much!"

Qian Mingduo walked to the wall and looked at the woman in the moonlight. "Why do you, a single girl, live alone in this shabby village?"

The woman smiled slightly, turned and walked away.

"A woman with a story." Qian Mingduo muttered to himself.

After two days of preparation, Qian Mingduo had already figured out how to tell the story. To put it bluntly, it can be summed up in three words: "nonsense." Anyway, if you tell them some modern things, they won't know anything, so just tell them nonsense!

Early in the morning, Qian Mingduo prepared to go to the city to find Miss Su, tell stories to his father, and get some living expenses.

After walking out of the house, Qian Mingduo looked at the next door. He hadn't seen her for two days. "Can you stand staying in the house all day?" He shook his head.

Just as he walked down the stone steps, Qian Mingduo heard the sound of the door of the house next door opening. He turned around and saw a woman standing by the wall, her face as pale as paper, and her red lips slightly pale.

Qian Mingduo hurried over, and she coughed lightly a few times. "Are you going into the city?" the woman asked weakly.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" Qian Mingduo said, "Just tell me what you want to say."

"Here's the prescription." The woman handed over a piece of paper. "I had a relapse yesterday. Can you please go to the city and get me some medicine?"

Qian Mingduo took the prescription and said, "I'll go now. Just wait for me at home."

"Wait a minute." The woman called Qian Mingduo, "This is two taels of silver. This prescription is very expensive. If you don't bring money, who will give you the medicine?"

"Okay, you wait." Qian Mingduo took the silver and put it in his trouser pocket.

Two hours later, Qian Mingduo hurried back. He knocked on the woman's door, waited for a while, then returned to his own yard and jumped over the wall again. The door was open a tiny crack.

Qian Mingduo pushed the door open and saw that the curtains of the bed were drawn. He walked to the door of the inner room and said, "Are you okay? I'm back."

A pair of exquisite embroidered shoes were placed on the floor. "That's not right?" Qian Mingduo pondered. "Foot binding had already begun in the Song Dynasty, but this pair of shoes must be a size three or four or three or five."

There was a rustling sound from behind the curtain. "Thank you very much. Please put the medicine on the table in the main room. Do you have enough money for the medicine?"

"Enough," Qian Mingduo put the medicine on the table, "there are still a few coins left." There was an eight-immortal table in the main room, with a royal chair on each side. There was a huge wooden barrel under the north wall.

There was a row of exquisite mahogany cabinets on the west wall. "You are so uncomfortable, can I help you make medicine?" "I'll make it myself." The woman lifted the curtain and first stretched out a pair of jade-like feet, wearing lilac pants and a light blue double-breasted top. The collar was slightly open, revealing a snow-white neck.