"It doesn't matter, as long as you can record it first." Su Su said apologetically. "Although Su Su likes music, but it can't reach the level of unforgettable, if you make a mistake, wouldn't you live up to such a good song."

"In that case, I will be ugly." Duan Shaojun is not polite, showing off is the favorite thing for any talented young man, especially in front of beautiful women, any man with normal male hormone secretion and normal sexual orientation will not let go of such an opportunity, including a righteous gentleman like Duan Shaojun who is knowledgeable and courteous.

While speaking, Qing'er quickly ran up to the attic, took pen, ink, paper and inkstone from it, and then quickly put aside the refreshments on the small table.

"I'll study ink." Su Su snatched the work that usually belonged to Qing'er, but the little girl was desperate, and continued to puff out her cheeks and chew the small pastry, her cheeks bulging, and her big eyes turned straight away, like a cute squirrel.

The bright candle warms the tent, the beauty studies the ink, this kind of scene can only appear in ancient times, but now Duan Shaojun can be born, but he has a trace of trance, lifted the pen, thought about it for a long time before saving a matter, let Qing'er take a wooden ruler, and then use the thinnest pen to start pulling up the lines on the white rice paper.

Duan Shaojun's consideration is very simple, compared to the complex and difficult to remember the staves, the simple notation is the most suitable for a talented girl like Su Su who understands music but does not have written music teaching.

The lines that are pulled up are naturally intended to be used as compartments to separate each line. Su Su and Qing'er both blinked, curiously looking at Duan Shaojun's actions. It was not easy to draw enough long lines of about a whole length of rice paper, because he used a milli pen, Duan Shaojun was worried that the ink would not dry in time, so he could only draw one stroke first, and then draw another one when it was dry, so it took half an hour to finish.

However, Su Su was very obedient and did not ask Duan Shaojun to do this, she believed that Duan Shaojun would not just show how straight he drew straight lines, he must have a reason for doing this. The important thing is that she is also very curious about what kind of method Duan Shaojun is talking about to record music.

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Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Duan Shaojun still calmly recorded the music on the score, and the numbers and simple symbols all fell accurately on the rice paper.

If it was Duan Shaojun's music enlightenment teacher, he would definitely give him a thumbs up, this simple composition is too standard, but the problem is that it is not the music enlightenment teacher who is squatting next to him, but two ancient women who have not received basic music education. Confused, he blinked curiously. "Duan Gongzi, what are the things you are drawing, some look like ducks, some look like wooden sticks......"

Duan Shaojun's hand shook and he almost drew an eight-petal plum on the score. "It's not a duck, it's a number symbol, which stands for the number two......"

"Numbers? It's so strange, but it's so simple, just one or two strokes can form a digital ......," Su Su said curiously.

"This kind of number is called Arabic numerals, and it comes from Central Asia, that is, the Great Eclipse or the Persian area......" Duan Shaojun explained as he continued to write the score without raising his head. Such numbers are very simple and easy to remember...... It is used to write a brief score, and it can also be easily understood. ”

"It seems like it's only seven numbers?" Su Su looked at Duan Shaojun's handwriting while studying the ink, and said in a low voice.

"Yes, each number represents a musical scale, and these seven numbers represent the seven basic musical scales." Duan Shaojun raised his head and looked at Su Su in some surprise, he hadn't even said how many numbers there were here, Su Shu guessed only based on what he had written, which showed that this girl was indeed smart enough, but she was too stubborn, and she belonged to the master who did not hit the south wall and did not look back.

"Isn't that the same as the ruler score?" Su Su couldn't help but say happily. "And what are these dots down and dots above?"

"Those are the ...... that represent the high and low of the scale," Duan Shaojun patiently answered Su Su's various questions while continuing to record the notes. Although it is only a tune, Duan Shaojun writes with extra care in order to be perfect, and every time he puts pen to paper, he will try to recall the notes in his mind.

When the last stroke was lifted, looking at the dense notes on this three-foot-square rice paper, a huge sense of accomplishment and exhaustion came over me. Duan Shaojun, who had been sedentary for a long time, wanted to stand up and move, but his legs were weak and he fell directly to the edge of the couch.

provoked Qing'er to exclaim in surprise, and Su Su's eyes were quick, he leaned over, stretched his sleeves, and finally hugged Duan Shaojun's neck before he fell off the bed.

"My legs are numb, I'm sorry to ......" was held in the arms of a woman with a warm nephrite jade, and her face was tightly next to the girl's soft and surprisingly elastic ****, which made Duan Shaojun both relieved and embarrassed. If the roles of being hugged and hugging people are reversed, Duan Shaojun naturally doesn't care, a big guy actually fell weakly and weakly in the arms of a beautiful girl with a slender figure, which made him really embarrassed.

"Be careful, don't be fallen......" Su Shu didn't notice it, and carefully turned Duan Shaojun's body in one direction and laid it flat on the couch, as if a special nurse was taking care of a stroke patient.

Next to her, Qing'er blinked her eyes quickly, biting the corners of her lip and looking at the two people in front of her with a smile. Duan Shaojun sat up in shame, grinning and rubbing his sore feet, while Su Su asked Duan Shaojun nervously, for fear that he would not be numb in his legs but a hemiplegia caused by sitting for a long time.

Seeing Su Su like this, Duan Shaojun endured the sour numbness and swung his legs. "It's okay, it's just that I've been sitting for a long time."

"That's good, Childe, you have had an incident with me once, if you do it again, then I really don't know how to explain it to your master." Su Shu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and seemed to feel that he was a little overcaring, so he quickly explained.

At this time, the voice representing the third watch sounded in Lanting City, and Duan Shaojun stood up and moved his legs. "It's already three shifts, it's time for me to leave, and if it's too late, it will disturb the rest of the two."

Su Su looked at the sheet music on the table and turned his head. "It's late at night, and if the son wants to go back to the house, then Su Su won't stay as a guest, but Su Su doesn't understand the meaning of the simple score that the son said......"

"Yes, yes, Duan Gongzi, you can't just leave such a simple score and ignore my young lady." Qing'er yawned loudly, and when she heard this, she quickly stood up and said.

Duan Shaojun glanced at Su Su who was standing in front of him, looked at the delicate and beautiful face, and nodded. "Don't worry, if I have time, I'll come and teach you."

Su Su smiled, and under the lights, the smile looked so soft and charming. "That son, don't forget that Su Su is waiting for you here...... Qing'er, send my son on my behalf. ”

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"Thank you, Duan Gongzi, you are such a good person." Qing'er, who was walking in front with a lantern, suddenly came out with such a sentence, which made Duan Shaojun pause in astonishment. Good? I don't seem to have any thoughts about this little girl, right? Then why did she send herself a good person card, could it be that this girl thought that she was an expired Lori and couldn't control it.

"Duan Gongzi, why don't you leave?" Qing'er walked forward a few steps, couldn't feel the footsteps behind her, and turned around to see Duan Shaojun standing in place in a daze, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Come on, that Qing'er girl, why do you say I'm a good person?" Duan Shaojun walked two steps quickly to catch up with Qing'er, and asked curiously.

"Of course you are a good person, if it weren't for you, how could my young lady be as happy as she was during this time." Qing'er turned her head and seemed dissatisfied with Duan Shaojun's doubts.

"Don't you know, it turns out that my young lady rarely laughs once a year, but now, even when she is alone, she no longer sighs as long as she used to. Even if you talk to me, you won't have a cold face......"