Granny Qian cut some cabbage and fed it to the chickens before serving it to eat, and the meal was already cold at this time.

While decocting the medicine, Jin Feng chatted with Granny Qian, and also had some answers in his heart.

After eating in the middle of the ring, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and Granny Qian's son came back from work, and Granny Qian kept cooking for her son.

Granny Qian's son is called Lei Gang, who is less than thirty years old but looks like a middle-aged man in his forties, taciturn, with dull eyes and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

Granny Qian's family was not bad in the early years, and her wife could make some chairs and benches by relying on these acres of bamboo forest.

Lei Gang and his family went to work in a nearby factory, and their lives were still passable.

Not long after Granny Qian's wife died, Lei Gang offended the factory leaders in the factory because of a trivial matter, and was directly transferred from the workshop director to the security team, and was kicked to the handling team.

Not long ago, his wife had acute cholecystitis again, and her gallbladder was removed, and the family was suddenly sad.

After listening to Granny Qian's story, Jin Feng was silent.

After Granny Qian finished her business, she went into the house and took the things that Jin Feng wanted.

It was a small handful of thin nylon string-like silk thread, no different from fishing line.

Each line is no more than a metre long and is a little dirty in color.

Seeing these fishing lines, Jin Feng slowly looked at them one by one, and watched them for six or seven minutes.

Bao Jiapeng on the side handed Lei Gang a cigarette whose name he didn't know, squatted in front of Jin Feng and asked in a low voice, "Brother Feng, do you want to fish for them to eat?"

Jin Feng's face was solemn, he took out a fishing line, handed it to Bao Jiapeng, and said softly: "Try toughness." ”

Bao Jiapeng took the fishing line in confusion, wrapped his hands and pulled it away.

The line was gently straightened with no signs of breaking.

"Chok—"

Bao Jiapeng became interested all of a sudden, wrapped his hands around twice, leaving only a short ten centimeters in the middle, and pulled it to both sides with all his strength.

The line is still the same as before, and the elasticity is excellent.

"Impossible. ”

Bao Jiapeng screamed in his mouth, and pulled it up again with all his might, his eyes were round, and both hands were strangled red.

The tenacity of the fishing line is so strong, after being stretched alive, it makes a crisp sound like a thumping steel wire, shaking the air for a long time.

Jin Feng took out the lighter, lit it, came to the fishing line, burned it for a long time, and put it down.

The fishing line was burned black, and when Jin Feng's hand touched it, the black smoke disappeared, and the fishing line was intact.

"Shhhh

At this moment, Bao Jiapeng really changed color.

With his own experience and family background, how can he not see the magic of ordinary fishing lines.

The fire burns without hindrance, and the hands are constantly pulling.

"Brother Feng, what is this?"

Jin Feng put away the fishing line, looked up and said, "Granny Qian, do you know what this thing is?"

Granny Qian was busy pouring Chinese medicine for her daughter-in-law, and said softly: "The old man stayed, he never said, and I never asked." ”

Jin Feng said softly: "Mrs. Qian, Brother Lei, sister-in-law, I came for this thing today. ”

"It's useless for you to keep it, I bought it. ”

"One ...... by one"

Before she finished speaking, Granny Qian said with a smile: "If you like it, you can take it, and it's not a valuable thing." ”

Lei Gang, who had not spoken, said quietly: "Mom, Xiaojin is buying." ”

Granny Qian said angrily: "What is some fishing line worth, are you embarrassed to ask for Xiaojin's money?"

"These things that people buy you are hundreds. ”

Lei Gang was extremely filial to his mother, stopped talking, waved his hand and said, "Then you take it." ”

Jin Feng was stunned, looked at Lei Gang, and then at Granny Qian, was silent for a while, got up gently, and said quietly.

"Mrs. Qian, Brother Lei, sister-in-law, I have a temper, and I have to pick up some leaks that I have to pick ......up."

"Yes, I'm going to get to the point. ”

"These are not fishing lines, nor nylon ropes, but ......"

"Strings!"

Hearing this, Jin Feng stared at Lei Gang, and swept his eyes towards Granny Qian.

Lei Gang lowered his head, his expression was calm and calm, and there was no surprise.

And Granny Qian, who was pouring Chinese medicine for her daughter-in-law in front of her, paused her hand slightly.

Seeing this action, Jin Feng understood everything.

"My mom told me it was a string, but we don't have a string at home, so we don't need it. ”

Granny Qian on the side also echoed and said: "That's it, Xiaojin, if you like these strings, you can take them." ”

Jin Feng nodded and said softly: "Granny Qian, you have good intentions, only the Tencel strings have no ......."

"No matter how beautiful the song is, it can't play the scenery of the Tang Dynasty......"

Putting down the strings, Jin Feng turned around and left.

At this moment, Granny Qian stiffened, suddenly turned her head, and exclaimed in surprise.

"Xiao Jin, do you know what the Tencel strings go with?"

Jin Feng lowered his head and said softly, "Lei Gongzhiqin!"

"I, am you right?"

"Granny Qian!"

Hearing the words Lei Gongzhiqin, Granny Qian's body trembled, and her tears flowed more, rolling down vertically and horizontally.

But Lei Gang looked calm, still not knowing what was going on.

"I didn't expect it to be you...... I didn't expect it to be you......"

Granny Qian looked at Jin Feng quietly, tears flowed down her voice, old tears were rampant, and she screamed sadly in her mouth.

"Old man, here comes the one with the harp!"

Shouting this, Granny Qian fell down softly.

A moment later, Granny Qian took Jin Feng and a few people to open the two houses that had collapsed, and took out a guqin from a coffin.

When he saw this square qin, Jin Feng clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, and it took half a minute to open them.

Granny Qian smiled and cried and told Jin Feng that this qin was a family heirloom that had been passed down by the Lei family for countless centuries, and in order to keep this square qin, several people died in the Lei family.

In the most difficult time, Granny Qian set the piano on fire, but his wife snatched it out of the fire and kept it in the coffin to escape the catastrophe and save it until now.

The length of the piano is three feet three inches, the width is two inches six, and the height is one inch and one inch, and it is completely black, and the body is mottled everywhere, and the original face of the body has been revealed in many places.

The shape of this square piano resembles a blunt sword with a round head.

On the right is a semi-elliptical headstock, with both sides of the middle diagonally to the left, and at the end, a slight arc wraps around the circle.

The shape is unusually heavy, simple and vigorous, and very beautiful.

The qin is a beaded type, with a small snake belly broken lines all over the body, and a circular pond, which is where the guqin sounds.

The entire surface and bottom of the piano are all thin like cow hair-like opening lines, which are due to the sound of the piano sound, the material of the piano body, the lacquer surface, and the vibration of the special opening piece.

On the left headstock is engraved a row of words.

"Great Sage Lei Gong, the Heavenly Vein is absolutely sounding!"

"Boom !!"

In an instant, Jin Feng's chest was as if he had been hit hard by a sledgehammer, and his breathing had stopped.

How could it be you!?

How could it be this square piano!?

Seeing these eight big characters, Jin Feng's brain spun rapidly, and he was almost about to go down.

Starting from Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, Jin Feng has flipped through countless materials in his mind, including the Middle Tang Dynasty, the Late Tang Dynasty, the Northern Song Dynasty, the Jin Dynasty, and then the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and finally to the various materials that he has refilled in the past few months!

This is a piano I never thought of!

stood for a while, and didn't wake up until Bao Jiapeng pulled his clothes fiercely next to him.

This is Jin Feng's first gaffe.

He pursed his lips and smiled, lit a cigarette, and turned over the surface to look at the bottom.

At this time, Jin Feng's pupils suddenly tightened, and his heart ached.

This square piano has been burned!

Half of the soles have been burned!

At this moment, Jin Feng closed his eyes in pain!

Granny Qian said that this square piano had been burned in those years, but Jin Feng never thought that it would be burned like this.

The black paint on the bottom of the piano has all peeled off, revealing its true color.

Through the burned back, Jin Feng saw that there was a gold inscription on the abdomen.

At this moment, Jin Feng suddenly realized and took a long breath.

The middle finger of the left hand gently taps the bottom of the piano, and there is a hidden sound of wind and thunder whistling in the ears.

Gently stroking with his hand, Jin Feng clenched his teeth tightly and handed it over word by word in his heart.

"Great Sage Lei Gong, the Heavenly Vein is absolutely sounding!"

Looking at the dilapidated and decaying house in front of him and Granny Qian, Jin Feng said softly: "Granny Qian, your Lei family is a famous family through the ages, why did you fall here." ”

"This square piano is donated......"

Before she finished speaking, Granny Qian interrupted Jin Feng's words.

"It's time to donate early. Why wait until you come and get it. ”

These are the old man's last words, and Lei Gang doesn't even know it. ”

Granny Qian looked lonely and told Jin Feng that it was because of this Fang Qin that too many people from the Lei family had died, and Lei Gang and his father had sworn a poisonous oath that they would only give away, not donate, and never sell.

Whoever knows the strings, who will come to the door one day and call the name of the harp......

The piano belongs to whomever it is.

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