Si Sheng returned home slowly.

Squatting on the couch again.

I vaguely remembered some unbearable memories......

I want to die.

Why did you promise him?

It's a shame.

"Click-"

The door was pushed open.

Xiao Wei and Si Fengmian walked out of the study, and they were all startled when they saw Si Sheng, who was squatting on the sofa, frowning slightly, and tapping his forehead with his hand.

？

Beautiful and sassy sister, what's wrong with you today?

It's a bit of an evil look.

Xiao Shun was okay, he glanced at it and withdrew his gaze.

- Recently, Si Sheng learned to act, and his behavior was strange, and there was nothing particularly good.

"Sister. ”

Scratching his nose, Si Fengmian shouted.

Immediately, Si Sheng looked back and looked at him, "What are you doing?"

It's a bit cold.

It can't be a quarrel with my brother-in-law, right?

Si Fengmian was stunned, and he didn't dare to say anything else, so he had nothing to say, "Isn't it next door?"

"Teleportation is back. ”

Si Sheng took over coldly.

“......”

Oh, maybe it's still in the play. An actor like Si Sheng, who is not experienced enough in acting, should be difficult to get out of once he enters the play.

Si Fengmian, who has always had a good temper, expressed his understanding in his heart.

After a while.

Xiao Wei and Si Fengmian both walked to the door, and Si Sheng noticed something unusual.

She looked over puzzled, "Where are you two going?"

"Go to the supermarket. Si Fengmian was bending down to change his shoes and replied, "Buy some food and come back and make dinner." ”

Dinner?

Si Sheng asked, "What time is it?"

Si Fengmian estimated and said, "It's almost five o'clock." ”

“......”

Suddenly coming back to her senses, Si Sheng picked up her phone, and after the screen lit up, she saw the time.

Five o'clock.

Today, on Saturday, Mr. Lu will play the bamboo flute in the community, usually around four or five o'clock.

I didn't make an appointment with Mr. Lu before, so it doesn't matter if I go or not, this time I made an appointment in advance, went over in the afternoon, brought a bamboo flute, and asked Mr. Lu to give me some pointers by the way.

Grabbing his loose hair, Si Sheng breathed a sigh of relief and left the promise he had made to Ling Xize behind.

40,000 word review?

Write about it until next month!

But—

At the moment of putting on the shoes, Si Sheng thought of the 30,000-word review that Meng Jing sent to her mailbox last night, and was stunned and faintly worried.

People and people...... It should be different, right?

Upset.

......

There is a foundation, there is no need to dress up before going out, Si Sheng spent three minutes, changed his clothes, took care of his hair, and then took the bamboo flute and went out.

When we arrived at the lake in the community, there were already many people watching.

In the past two weeks, before four or five o'clock in the afternoon on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays, Mr. Lu would come here to play the bamboo flute.

With this rule, and listening to her playing is really a pleasure, so from this week onwards, she gradually has a regular audience.

Ages vary.

There are children of six or seven years old, and there are elderly people in their seventies and eighties, and young people will come to join in the fun when they have time.

Of course, there are also parents who hold their two- or three-year-old children for a walk, so they should give their children free art edification.

Looking inside through the crowd of onlookers, and seeing Teacher Lu, who had exquisite and beautiful makeup and meticulous tidying, Si Sheng raised his eyebrows, did not approach, but chose the previous bench as usual and sat down.

Song after song.

Si Sheng squinted slightly, listened, and occasionally recorded a few paragraphs with his mobile phone and sent them to Lin Yi on WeChat.

[Lin Yi]: What are you doing?

[Lin Yi]: Fool me with someone else's?

The mobile phone vibrated twice, but it was Lin Yi who replied to the message.

Si Sheng was a little surprised.

Lin Yi rarely touches his mobile phone.

Since he went into seclusion, his mobile phone has been useless and basically unusable. There is a landline installed in the bamboo house, which is also used less, and sometimes there are several calls a day, and he feels annoyed, so he directly unplugs the telephone line, and can pull it out for three or four months.

Alone, leisure and comfortable days, I don't know how happy I am.

It wasn't until Si Sheng asked him to learn the bamboo flute this time that he continued to use his mobile phone. Every morning at six o'clock, I video with her for about half an hour, and I don't think I will touch it for the whole day after that.

Sending him a voice, he was just in a panic, and he didn't think he would be able to reply.

[Si Sheng]: It is rare to use a mobile phone in broad daylight.

Lin Yi replied: "I don't know which rabbit cub mischievously stole my collection QR code, and the new one was not done, so I can only use my mobile phone to collect money." ”

Then, again: "Where are you, the background sound is messy." ”

[Si Sheng]: Community.

Raising his eyes and glancing at Teacher Lu in the crowd, Si Sheng continued to send messages to Lin Yi.

[Si Sheng]: Listen to the female teacher who likes you play the bamboo flute.

[Si Sheng]: Is it good?

Lin Yi: "Listening to your old noise every day, I now feel good when I hear children crying and chirping." ”

Si Sheng: "......"

She really found a good opportunity for Lin Yi to scare her.

I clung to this all day long.

Lin Yi: "Which school is the teacher?"

With one hand, Si Sheng listened to the news and replied boredly.

[Si Sheng]: I don't know.

[Si Sheng]: Maybe it's an art training class.

Schools generally only have music teachers, and there are no special ones that teach orchestral music. Teachers like this are the majority of training institutions.

[Lin Yi]: ...... Fart.

Si Sheng: "......"

It's so decent, why do you still spit out the fragrance?

After a long time, Lin Yi sent another message.

Lin Yi: "At this level, national. If you don't say it, I should have blown it by your future mother-in-law. ”

Si Sheng: "......"

So powerful?

Among the people Si Sheng knows, Lin Yi is the only one who can play the flute.

On weekdays, I listen to expert blowing on TV shows and professional tutorials on the Internet...... Later, when I met Mr. Lu, I thought that the good ones were the same as her, and I couldn't tell the good from the bad.

Look at what Lin Yi means......

What are some of the origins?

However, Lin Yi's analogy to the "future mother-in-law" was consciously ignored by Si Sheng.

The "future mother-in-law" is a university professor, and I am afraid that she will not have time to run here to play the bamboo flute for recreation.

Although—

Si Sheng looks at Teacher Lu very pleasing to the eye, and he is patient and gentle when he usually guides. If such a person is a mother-in-law, it may be a good thing.

Lin Yi's business is really not good.

chatted with Si Sheng intermittently for more than half an hour, and Lin Yi only sold an oil cake in the middle.

And, for the follow-up of that oil cake, Lin Yi said this-

"It's too much! Young people nowadays love to waste food. Just one of them bought my oil cake, took a bite, and threw it in the trash. Is it that unpalatable?"

Hearing Lin Yi's scolding, Si Sheng subconsciously rubbed his stomach.

It's unpalatable or not, leave it at that.

You can go to the hospital after eating, it's not a joke.

"Did you bring the bamboo flute?"

Lu Qin's gentle and smiling voice came.

Stopping the slander in time, Si Sheng put away the phone, and then raised his eyes to look at Lu Qin.

"Hmm. ”

As usual, Si Sheng stepped aside a little to give Lu Qin space to sit.

Generally speaking, with so many people coming and going, the benches will definitely be occupied. However, every time Si Sheng sat here, no one dared to step forward. A lot of eyes would fall on her unconsciously, but no one dared to approach her.

Si Sheng picked up the bamboo flute that was set aside.

"You play a tune you practiced recently, and I'll listen to it. ”

Bending the corners of his lips, Lu Qin looked at Si Sheng unhappily and sat down beside her.

With a "hmm", Si Sheng held the bamboo flute in his hand and put it horizontally in front of him.

The first second of blowing the bamboo flute——

The scattered listeners around their souls were stirred, as if they had seen the light of heaven, and then they covered their ears and fled.

"God is fair! gave her the perfect skin, not the talent she had—"

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy ran quickly, his mouth chattering, full of emotion and regret.

fell into Si Sheng's ears word for word.

When blowing the second sound, Si Sheng swept over with a cold eye, and the young man who originally ran to the grass only felt a chill on his back, stumbled under his feet, and almost fell into the mud.

The young man seemed to feel something, quickly shut up, and hurriedly fled.

"Wow-woo-"

Ten meters away, a half-year-old child who had been sleeping quietly suddenly burst into tears.

The parents' faces changed, and they hurriedly pushed the stroller away, walking in a hurry, as if they were fleeing.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding audience completely turned into birds and beasts.

Si Sheng: "......"

Lu Qin: "......"

Si Sheng did not pause, relying on his strong psychological quality, his eyelids continued to blow without blinking.

Lu Qin couldn't help laughing, but he wanted to maintain his image in front of his future daughter-in-law, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

This scene is so dramatic!

When I go back, I must talk to Brother Ling.

But—

As soon as the idea was settled, Lu Qin's gaze drifted to the end of Si Sheng's bamboo flute.

LY。

Lin Yi's mark.

Lin Yi also made a bamboo flute for her?

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