Tang Yuzi took out a simple Qin with strings on a simple wooden board and said to Xuan Yao: "Look at how I play it."
Hu Qing rolled his eyes and raised his eyebrows: "This wood is good."
The wooden boards are not even painted, but the wood is naturally oily and has beautiful patterns, eliminating the need for other decorations. The seven strings are the dragon's whiskers. Dragon beast's beard.
Tang Yuzi brushed the strings with the back of his hand, and the natural and smooth scales flowed out.
Hu Qing thought to himself, I can do this trick.
But Tang Yuzi was just testing the sound, and the tone was correct. He adjusted the position, moved his fingers flexibly, and a string of beautiful music flowed out.
Xuan Yao stared at Tang Yuzi's fingers without blinking.
Hu Qing has complex expressions and complex emotions. Is music really easy to learn? Why is it that when I play by myself, I feel more tired than playing with cotton? Judging from Tang Yuzi's expression, why is it as simple as eating and drinking?
In fact, Tang Yuzi did feel that playing the piano was as easy as eating and drinking. When he first learned it with a group of people, he could master it by watching and listening it over and over again. It was not difficult for him to play music. On the contrary, he could only look up to people who played like Hu Qing and made gods and ghosts cry.
When the song ended, Tang Yuzi put down his hand and looked at Hu Qing.
Hu Qing clapped his hands: "It sounds good."
Hu Jingjing flapped her wings: "It sounds good."
The small wind blowing from the fan blew up the piano, and Tang Yuzi quickly held it.
Hu Qing: "Xuan Yao, come here."
Xuan Yao sat down in front of the piano. After thinking about it for a moment, he raised his hand and copied Tang Yuzi's movements exactly.
After finishing the song, Hu Qing was very sad: "Am I the only one who is a loser in music?"
Xuan Yao didn't think so: "I think Mom plays well."
Hu Qing choked, you are such a big boy, you don’t have to be so unconscionable to comfort your old mother.
But Xuan Yao really thinks like this: "What a mess with jade bullets, they are far inferior to mom."
Tang Yuzi knew Xuan Yao's background a long time ago. He put his hands behind his head and looked at the flowing clouds in the sky without arguing with him.
Hu Qing was suspicious: "Do you really think I play well?"
Xuan Yao nodded heavily.
Hu Qing licked his lips: "Then what do you think of Mu Xianren's playing?"
Xuan Yao said without thinking: "I don't understand."
Hu Qing: "."
Ask: "Then - what are you thinking about when you listen to my playing?"
Xuan Yao: "I think my mother is really good. She can play such divine music."
Hu Qing: "."
It's over. Isn't this child's brain damaged? Don’t you even have a normal sense of aesthetics?
Look at this, look at that: "By the way, when did you learn the piano?"
Tang Yuzi said helplessly: "It's at home. All of us learned it from Uncle Pengshan. Xuan Yao didn't learn it at the time, and he didn't think it sounded good."
Pengshan taught them piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Pengshan came from Tangli Library and was a professional master.
Even this master-level figure could not inspire Xuan Yao's artistic interest at that time.
Xuan Yao said to Hu Qing very sincerely: "If you don't eat or drink properly, it will also waste your time for cultivation. What's the good thing?"
So right!
Hu patted his shoulder lightly: "We are real people."
Hu Jingjing: "Ren'er, Ren'er."
Tang Yuzi silently put away the piano and turned around. If he looked further, he could vomit blood.
At this time, the phone rang. Hu Qing took a look and saw that it was "A Spoon" from the "Love and Love Shuangyang Sect" group.
The call was connected immediately, and a loud voice came from the other side: "Hu Qing, I'm adding a friend, please approve."
Hu Qing suddenly realized: "Oh, I'll go and see it right now -"
"Oh, wait a minute - I heard that you have been sitting on the beach crying and howling all day today. Are you hungry? Come and eat. You have saved so much for basic meals and you have to eat it."
Hu Qing has a black face, why is he called a ghost crying and a wolf howling? She is obviously studying art, which is an elegant act.
"Go right now."
After hanging up the phone, she quickly processed a batch of new friend requests, and it immediately showed that she had been automatically added to several groups. At first glance, okay. The cutest canteen is a family, the first canteen is a family, the second canteen is a family, the third canteen is a family, etc.
Hu Qinghuai pulled up his cell phone and said to the two of them: "From now on, when you eat and get food, all the canteens take turns, and the rain and dew will be soaked, do you understand?"
The two of them nodded repeatedly, approached her, looked at her screen, and took out their mobile phones: "Pull us in."
Xuan Yao nodded for her and found two people with floating flower special effects on their names. One was Xuan Yao's eldest nephew and the other was Yuzi's eldest nephew.
Hu Qing opened the group and said, "You are in there."
The two of them were favored by Hu Qing, and the equipment department arranged for them to be added, and they were assigned mobile phones as soon as possible, and now they are both in the Shuangyang Sect group.
Hu Qing stretched his head: "Show me what kind of group you have built."
The two of them put their phones away at the same time: "Children need their own private space - you said so."
Hu Qing gave a sour tsk, it was really not cute.
When I went to a cafeteria, I was greeted by people all the way. Regardless of whether I knew him or not, those with a higher level of cultivation than myself were called senior brothers, and the others were all junior brothers.
Alas, Shuangyang Sect has not recruited a single female disciple in the past few years.
The master chef saw her, and with a look he told her to come to the small hall where the chefs lived in the back.
As soon as Hu Qing entered, the spicy aroma rushed straight from his nose to his brain, making him almost sneeze.
"What are you doing?" She pinched her nose and looked at the table full of red dishes, her saliva secreting wildly.
Everyone gathered around with laughter: "I made it especially for you. I heard that after you played the piano all day, the sun sank into the sea because of your playing. I specially used the hottest Tianjiao for you to refresh your mind."
After saying that, a group of people looked at Hu Qing and laughed exaggeratedly.
Hu Qing's face turned green and black: "The sun has already sunk into the sea, so I don't need to see it off. According to what you said, I have to take a suona to the east before sunrise tomorrow to urge the sun to come out? It's so spicy, Don’t be afraid of killing me. Wait—who told you that I played the lyra?”
Shuangyang Sect is so big that she can't even hear her playing the piano on the other side of the mountain.
Everyone tacitly took out their mobile phones and clicked on them at the same time: "Here, the number one and number two on the hot list are all yours."
Hu Qing stepped forward in confusion and took a closer look, but his expression suddenly turned pale.
When did you create a video list? The first one on the list is about her experiencing a catastrophe, and the second on the list is today's seaside performance. She clicked on one of the mobile phones, and suddenly a magical sound sounded in the room, which was worse than an iron spoon scraping a pot.
"Turn it off quickly, turn it off quickly." Everyone urged.
Hu Qing's face darkened and he roared angrily: "Which unscrupulous person took this photo?"
No one knows this. Anyway, someone took a photo and uploaded it.
"Hahaha, everyone saw it."
Hu Qingshe died. Fortunately, there are no likes at the bottom of the short video, otherwise, I would have died.
It’s okay not to have such black and red traffic.
Just as I was thinking this, I heard people in the cafeteria talking about it.
"It would be great if I knew how many people have seen this video. I watched it several times in a row and it made me laugh so hard."
"I want to know too. I already gave this idea back to the organ department before dinner."
"I think we should create a classic list and keep it at the front all year round. Otherwise, we will have to look back later if we want to read it."
"That's right, that's right. I'll put it in the suggestion box of the Department of Instruments."
Hu Qing: "."
What a mistake it was to get a cell phone!
(End of chapter)
