Could it be that Ye Qiu knows another beauty who understands vocal music, a Miss Jia?

Lin Wanqing was very surprised.

However, thinking that Ye Qiu seems to be versatile and talented, knowing such a beauty is quite normal, but the sound of that Miss Jia playing the guqin, along with her singing, somehow gives people a bit of a spooked feeling.

"Can you send me that recording?"

"You still want to listen?"

"I want my parents to study it."

Lin Wanqing said.

However, Ye Qiu felt that since it was played by the dead, listening to it too much might not be good.

But Lin Wanqing wants to take it back for her parents to research, especially since her parents are experts in this area.

Ye Qiu prepared to send both recordings to Lin Wanqing.

Now Ye Qiu looked up at the sky, yet his thoughts were on the Ghost Market.

The haunted building there with those wandering spirits is something Ye Qiu definitely needs to resolve.

But how to solve it?

At present, Ye Qiu hasn’t found a good solution yet, but he seems to have thought of something else.

Perhaps these wandering souls simply don’t know they are dead, gone to another world, and still think they’re living in the original one, just living like the people in the Peach Blossom Source.

"Peach Blossom Source, huh, I don’t think it’s really the Peach Blossom Source."

"What is it then?" Lin Wanqing asked.

"If I tell you, you won’t be able to sleep; it will shatter your illusions and worldview, it’s better to stay as you are now."

For someone like Lin Wanqing, who has been educated and influenced by this article since middle school, it would definitely affect their worldview.

"Let’s leave it at that, I’ll head off now."

"Ye Qiu."

Seeing Ye Qiu leaving, Lin Wanqing always felt the time spent with Ye Qiu passed very quickly, and she was reluctant to see him leave.

Unfortunately, the two seem to be just slightly better friends now, not even considered a couple.

Watching Ye Qiu’s departing figure, Lin Wanqing held her phone.

Just now Ye Qiu had sent her the two recordings via Bluetooth.

In fact, if the recordings were lightly edited, they would probably sound even clearer.

But it’s better to take them back for her parents to listen to.

Lin Wanqing headed towards the faculty dormitory, took the elevator up to the floor where her parents lived.

When she took out the key to unlock the door and entered, Lin Wanqing’s mother looked at her and asked, "Wanqing, weren’t you practicing piano in the music room, how did you come back so quickly?"

"Mom, I just ran into Ye Qiu, he said balancing work and rest is important, practicing constantly sometimes is pointless."

Balancing work and rest?

That’s indeed not bad.

In practicing piano, aside from the feel, talent and inspiration are more important.

Even if you practice 24 hours a day and wear out your hands and the pianos, without talent and inspiration, just diligence might not lead to any achievement.

Lin Wanqing’s parents knew that Ye Qiu is a young man with high piano talent, possibly even a master, but Ye Qiu seemed not to pursue this path, leaving the couple somewhat disappointed. However, since Lin Wanqing met Ye Qiu, he hadn’t given much guidance.

But now, Lin Wanqing’s piano skills have improved dramatically.

This isn’t something anyone could teach.

Only Ye Qiu would be capable.

"What did Ye Qiu say?"

"He gave me two very strange recordings, it’s him and a woman playing, but they give me a very bizarre feeling."

Very bizarre?

"Is it piano?"

"Mom, it’s not piano, it’s guqin."

"Really? Let me listen."

Now in terms of guqin artistry, the highest might be the Central Orchestra, since geniuses talented in this genre have joined, yet few maestros remain in the folk world; even if they exist, they seldom pursue this path, opting instead for piano.

Lin Wanqing’s mom removed her apron and sat on the sofa; Lin Wanqing took out her phone, plugged in the earphones for her mom to listen.

As Lin Wanqing’s mom listened to a piece, she grew increasingly astonished.

The guqin sound, the style, the tune, along with that background, were indeed excellent.

But for some reason, after she listened to part of it, she felt an inexplicable sensation.

When she came to her senses, she realized her hands had goosebumps despite it being the midst of Great Xia’s summer.

She felt a bit scared.

What exactly was she afraid of? 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Lin Wanqing’s mom couldn’t understand.

"Was this really brought by Ye Qiu?"

"Yes, mom, the second recording, also features Ye Qiu himself playing and singing ’Spring River Flower Moon Night’ and ’When Will the Moon Be Bright Again’, it feels incredibly impressive!"

"Let me listen again."

When Lin Wanqing’s mom heard the female voice at the beginning again, she still had the same feelings as before, but judging from the voice, this woman was indeed exceptionally talented.

However, listening to Ye Qiu’s playing and singing, it had to be said that Ye Qiu’s talent was extraordinarily high, and judging by Huaxia’s singing style, currently, no one in the country could match him.

This Ye Qiu was indeed remarkable!

Of course, what she hadn’t expected was how skilled the female pianist Ye Qiu knew was.

"This Ye Qiu is really amazing, but why does that female voice sound so strange, I can’t quite figure it out, normally such playing should make people feel comfortable, so why do I get goosebumps listening to it."

In fact, this kind of goosebump wasn’t out of disgust, but fear, a fear from the inside out, a natural human response.

"Mom, that’s how I felt at first, too, I thought I was mistaken, but it turned out to be true."

"Did you ask Ye Qiu if he mentioned the reason?"

"No, Ye Qiu just asked if I had read ’The Peach Blossom Spring,’ and what it was about."

"This Ye Qiu is indeed peculiar."

The Peach Blossom Spring is known by anyone who has studied Tao Yuanming’s works, after all, who wouldn’t recognize it?

"Wait for your father to come back, let him listen to it; your dad’s research in this area is deeper than mine, I’ll go make lunch first." Lin Wanqing’s mother handed the phone and earphones back to Lin Wanqing, then returned to the kitchen to make lunch.

But for some reason, the female voice kept echoing in her mind.

"Ah!" Lin Wanqing’s mom was startled, somehow, she cut her hand while chopping onions, she was being too careless.

How could this happen?

Lin Wanqing’s mom quickly put the cut finger in her mouth and went to find a band-aid to cover it.

After drinking half a glass of water, she felt somewhat better.

Meanwhile, Lin Wanqing returned to her room, turned on her computer, and uploaded the two recordings online. After a bit of editing, she directly posted them online for many people to listen to the guqin sound and singing within these recordings.