The houses here are all old houses, tiled houses, very old.

But it was cleaned up, and Song Jing barely lived there.

Of course, when Song Jing wanted to say something to Wu Yuehan, Jiang Yuxiang also lived with them, and some words were naturally not suitable for saying, and it seemed that Wu Yuehan didn't seem to have any special feelings.

Now Song Jing no longer believes that there will be any illusions in herself, she has an intuition.

There was something wrong with the old man.

But at present, I don't see any signs of CT, and if there is a problem, Song Jing only thinks so unilaterally, she can't estimate what the problem is, so she can only think about some things and slowly fall asleep.

When it was time to fall asleep, she seemed to remember a sentence.

"Do you know what the best drums are made of?"

When I woke up early the next morning, several celebrities were going to start studying hard.

There is only one teacher, and there are five people to learn.

Previously, although they were formed as teams, the results were determined according to their respective learning progress.

This old man's name is Wang Qingshan, he is a very famous local Qiang drum master, he beat out the drum, the sound is thick and loud, and there is a unique sound of clear water dripping, it is difficult to describe specifically, but it is a good sound.

The next morning, when he was teaching, he knocked on a paragraph, which was really amazing, and even Song Jing had to sigh that he really had real skills.

But it doesn't prevent her from still feeling weird.

In particular, she noticed that Wang Qingshan's house was densely packed with drums.

His drums were miscellaneous, but the one he played this morning was taken from the top row.

Song Jing noticed that the drums in that row were large and small, with a total of five sides, one of which was huge, and the other four were small drums.

The difference is that Wang Qingshan cherishes them very much, and even when he takes them down to play, he carefully wipes off the dust on them, and when he puts them back, he is extra careful.

He didn't care much about the rest of the drums, so he casually picked a few drums from them and gave them to Song Jing.

But no matter how Song Jing knocked it, the sound quality of the knockout was far from that of the old man.

The morning time is boring to learn drums, except for the stars' own gags in the middle, this kind of life is actually very boring.

But people didn't really come to learn drums, just to promote this culture, and then record a program, and besides, they had a lot of fun learning.

Song Jing also beat the drum absentmindedly.

In fact, she was very interested in the five-sided drum that the old man hung on the top, and she wanted to touch it.

The five-sided drum is definitely different.

Song Jing has always been a bold person, and after she finished practicing at noon, she directly found Wang Qingshan with a smile: "Master." ”

She pointed to the five-sided drums: "I see that these drums are different, can I take one of them to practice in the afternoon?"

Wang Qingshan turned his head to look at her suddenly, the eyeballs were already sunken in, the eye sockets were very large, there was always an indescribable gloom when looking at people, black spots had appeared on the edge of the eye sockets, he looked at Song Jing and did not make a sound for a long time.

It was Han Yingyi who played a round out loud: "Hey, mirror, have you practiced well, you start to want to learn from the master's good drums, the master is a treasure, if you don't learn to be proficient, how can you give it to you." ”