Chapter 46: Far Sound

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Two boys and girls walked in, making the already small shop seem a bit crowded.

"Hey~, there's someone here. Hello!" The girl in pink clothes greeted Zeng Yi in a friendly manner.

"Hello."

Surprisingly, when someone greeted him, Zeng Yi responded and nodded in response.

The young man in blue also said hello to Zeng Yi.

"Wow~, is this your cat? It's so cute!" the girl said when she saw Xiao Ju sitting on Zeng Yi's shoulders.

"Um."

"Can you give me a hug?" the girl asked Zeng Yi very familiarly.

"Xiao Wu, don't cause trouble to others." The young man reminded the girl, and then said sorry to Zeng Yi.

"I'm sorry, my sister is a bit off-tempered and offended."

"Uh...it's nothing." Zeng Yi replied. This young man was very polite, which made Zeng Yi have a good impression of him.

However, this man called his sister Xiaowu. Xiao Wu? Is this the heroine from Douluo? So this young man is Tang San?

Zeng Yi couldn't help but think about it.

Then I remembered that I seemed to have read this plot in a book.

His eyes couldn't help but glance at the boss lying on the recliner.

Could this person be the principal of their college?

Holy shit! I actually met the legendary protagonist! So what should I do now? Do you want him to sign an autograph?

Now, Zeng Yi felt a little excited. The protagonist in the novel he read before appeared in front of him. This feeling was a bit unreal.

However, Zeng Yi did not show the excitement in his heart.

"I just want to pet the cat. Others haven't said anything yet. Brother, why do you care so much?" Xiao Wu complained to Tang San unhappily, and then approached Zeng Yi again, with those cute eyes His big eyes looked at Zeng Yi with strong expectation.

"Is that okay! Let me hug the cat, okay? Just for a moment."

"Uh...it depends on what Xiaoju wants." Xiaowu suddenly appeared in front of him, and when he smelled the faint fragrance, Zeng Yi couldn't help but take a step back and said with some embarrassment.

"So it's called Xiaoju!"

Hearing what Zeng Yi said, Xiao Wu smiled happily, looked at Xiao Ju on his shoulder, and said to her: "Xiao Ju, can you let me give you a hug?"

"Meow~"

"Wow~, it said it agreed."

Xiao Wu screamed happily and reached out to hug Xiao Ju.

This made Zeng Yi a little speechless, and he said it as if you could understand Xiao Ju's words. And Xiaoju, can a woman hug you?

"I'm sorry, my sister has always been like this, which makes people very helpless." Looking at Xiao Wu who was playing with Xiao Ju, Tang San said helplessly to Zeng Yi.

"It's okay, I don't care." Zeng Yi said with a smile.

"Tang San."

"Zeng Yi."

"Are you a swordsman?" Tang San asked. As soon as he entered the shop, Tang San noticed this man. His clothes caught his attention. He wore a green shirt and carried a sword. His aura was restrained, but it also gave people a sharp feeling, which reminded Tang San of his old world. A profession called swordsman.

"Yes."

When asked by Tang San, Zeng Yi responded calmly.

Sure enough. Tang San thought in his heart.

After the two exchanged a few words, Tang San began to look at the things in the store, and Zeng Yi also took down the bamboo flute hanging on the wall and looked at it. This bamboo flute was about two feet long, brown in color, and There are also some exquisite patterns carved on the surface of the pipe. This flute has six small holes, which is a very traditional six-hole flute.

Zeng Yi gently stroked the bamboo flute with his hand, looking in a daze, with heavy thoughts in his eyes, revealing sadness.

"Old girl! Your brother and I have just learned a piece of music played on the flute. How about you give your brother my review?"

"Hey! You can also play the flute!"

"Get out! You're serious, do you want to listen?"

"Listen! Why don't you listen?"

"Then I'll start."



"Wow, that's pretty good!"

"Haha, that's right, why don't you look at who your brother is?"

"I didn't expect that besides playing games, you would also learn flute?"

"Haha, life must be embellished with some art!"

"Are you doing this just to flirt with girls? Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Uh...can you please stop talking about this?"

dad! mom! And my little sister! You are like this now, I miss you so much!

Recalling the scene in his mind, Zeng Yi's eyes were a little moist. He could hardly remember the appearance of his relatives.

It’s been more than ten years!

"Brother Zeng, are you okay?" Tang San noticed something was wrong with Zeng Yi now, so he asked aloud.

After being reminded by Tang San, Zeng Yi also noticed that he was a little out of sorts.

"I'm sorry, seeing this bamboo flute reminded me of the past, and a little bit of my temper was revealed." Zeng Yi smiled at Tang San, but Tang San felt that the smile was forced and contained endless sadness.

It seems that he is also a person with a story.

Tang San sighed silently in his heart.

Zeng Yi took the flute, turned around and asked his boss, who was still sleeping there: "Boss, how much does this bamboo flute cost?"

"Ten thousand gold soul coins."

Hearing Zeng Yi's voice, the lying boss spoke slowly, with a deep magnetic voice.

"Ten thousand! Are you crazy about money?"

After hearing the price, the three people in the store were stunned. Just as Zeng Yi was about to speak, an angry voice sounded before him, it was Xiao Wu's voice.

"Boss, your price is just wrong! Just say so if you don't want to sell." Zeng Yi also said angrily. He does know that this principal is quite greedy for money, but for you to come up and ask for 10,000 gold soul coins, this is too much.

"This price is indeed unreasonable." Tang San also said.

"No! That's the price."

The magnetic voice sounded again, and the boss opened his eyelids and looked directly at Zeng Yi. His sharp eyes made Zeng Yi feel as if he was being stared at by a vicious bird, making him stand on end.

"It's just 10,000 gold soul coins. If you can give it, take it! Or..." The boss spoke slowly, and then paused.

"Or what?"

Are there any conditions?

After hearing what he said, Zeng Yi felt a little hopeful and asked him.

"If you can play a piece of music that satisfies me on this flute, I will give it to you directly." The boss said again, then he stopped looking at Zeng Yi, closed his eyes again, and lay down with a contented look on his face.

"Play a song?"

This condition surprised Zeng Yi and he didn't expect it.

When Xiao Wu heard this request, she immediately became excited and looked at Zeng Yi who was dazed with the bamboo flute, "Brother, can you play music?"

"Since Brother Zeng wants to buy this bamboo flute, he must know how to play music." Tang San looked at Zeng Yi and said, he was also very interested in hearing Zeng Yi play a piece of music.

"I know how to sing a song."

Zeng Yi looked at the bamboo flute in his hand and said lightly.

"Then hurry up and show it to this profiteer. I also want to hear what the sound of the flute feels like." Xiao Wu urged.

"Haha, I haven't played for a long time, maybe I'm a little raw." Zeng Yi said lightly, walked to a wall with the bamboo flute, leaned against the wall, raised the flute with both hands, and started playing.

After a while, the sound of the flute came from the bamboo flute. The sound of the flute was slightly low, sometimes dignified, sometimes gentle, echoing in the shop. It was long and continuous, and the music was ethereal, but it revealed a sense of loneliness, which made people feel sad.

The music played by Zeng Yi was exactly the same one played by Yuri Suo. It was called "Deer's Far Sound". The music originally meant that male and female deer sounded to each other to show their love, but the sound of the music sounded strange. The feeling of desolation and loneliness.

The music combined with Zeng Yi's own sad and lonely thoughts, and this sad feeling of loneliness permeated the entire store, making them all moved and infected with this sad mood.

The wind also followed, slowly rotating around Zeng Yi's body, and his clothes and long hair also swayed with it.

This wind is a lonely wind, carrying a strong sense of sadness.