I lit the sandalwood and was about to play the guqin again when I heard bursts of singing coming from the window. I was very familiar with it. It was a folk song from Southern Chu. The singing voice is gentle and pleasant to the ears. I didn't realize it, but my hands actually plucked the strings. I'm extremely proficient in this piece. This time I send a sentiment to this guqin. I turned my fingers over and coupled with the spirituality of the guqin. After coming to Qin, I have never been so dedicated to supporting the qin. The singing outside the window never stops. It's like the piano follows the song, and it's like the song follows the piano. After the last finger was played, the last sound outside the window stopped. I rushed out the door and saw a thin figure from behind. I called her girl, and she turned her head, with dark eyebrows and red lips. With a pair of quiet eyes filled with tears, the breeze picked up, and I heard her say: Young Master, I have been famous for many years.