Weeping willows sway slightly in the breeze, and the sun illuminates the car-free streets with a halo of light.

If there is a pair of young people in school uniforms sitting in the picture in front of you, there may be a little bit of the beauty of idol dramas.

It's just that Uncle Erhu's clothes are a little old, and the second aunt sitting next to her still has a little burnt hair.

Zhang Xiaojian's smile gradually disappeared, not because he looked down on the uncle who pulled the erhu, but the contrast was a little big, and he was digesting and accepting it.

At this time, the sound of the violin sounded, the handsome man closed his eyes and was silent, his body moved with the sound of the piano, and the tune was a little sad, as if telling his current mood.

It's just that Zhang Xiaojian, who has a perfect score in music theory, has absolute pitch in his ears, but he frowned a little when he heard it.

He was pretty sure that the handsome man's style was more professional than his violin, and a few out-of-tune and mistakes were a little obvious, but... It doesn't matter, handsome is enough.

At the end of the song, the aunts immediately shushed and warmed up like a group of little fans.

The second aunt who was not far away tilted her head at this time and said, "Why don't you have a song too?"

Uncle Erhu nodded, but he actually came to a "Leaving Song" together.

As soon as this familiar tune sounded, there was a stronger sense of sadness, a tactful tone, like tears.

The erhu instrument is really suitable for this song, and the uncle is originally highly skilled, and he has emotions to invest in the tune, which attracts the attention of passers-by.

A girl who was jogging in the morning stopped, and there were tears in her eyes, not knowing what she was going through.

A group of children also looked over, they should not know the sorrow of youth, but now the children may be in early love...

Zhang Xiaojian listened in a daze...

Before, he thought that Uncle Shuai and Uncle Erhu were popular stars and the other was out-of-fashion stars, but now he thinks that Uncle Shuai is an idol and Uncle Erhu is a powerful faction.

At the same time, his eyes also fell on the second aunt.

The second aunt didn't look at the uncle who was pulling the erhu in his head, but was looking at the sky, not knowing what she was looking at or thinking.

Zhang Xiaojian was stunned, the melody stopped, and there was a lot of applause on the street.

The second aunt didn't applaud, I don't know if this tone was too sad and reminded her of something, she said a few words to Uncle Erhu, said goodbye and walked away.

Zhang Xiaojian and Bai Yang hurriedly hid themselves, and saw the second aunt walking not far from them, sitting in the driver's seat of a Lamborghini at the corner of the street and driving away.

"What's going on?"

"How do I know what's going on?"

Zhang Xiaojian didn't figure it out, but since the second aunt had already left, it was time to get to know this uncle.

So he walked over and saw that many people were giving money to the uncle.

It's just that the uncle doesn't seem to have the consciousness of a street performer, there is no basin or bowl in front of him, and the erhu backpack that is the most suitable for collecting money has not been opened and put on the ground, and of course there is no QR code.

"Beside you, who scarces your stinky money. The uncle waved his hand, picked up a rag, and wiped the erhu that had already fallen off a little skin.

When Zhang Xiaojian and the two walked, the group of people who were moved and wanted to give some money just now just dispersed.

He and Poplar each took a mazar and sat down.

The uncle didn't look at them directly, Zhang Xiaojian took the lead in speaking: "Qu La's is good." ”

Only then did the uncle raise his eyes and look at Zhang Xiaojian: "Don't be empty." ”

"Yo, the temper is not small. ”

Seeing that Zhang Xiaojian didn't leave, the uncle was still smiling, and couldn't help frowning: "We know each other?"

"My name is Zhang Xiaojian, and now I know each other. ”

Uncle Yile: "It's self-cooked, understand music?"

Zhang Xiaojian: "I understand it too well." ”

The uncle lowered his head and whispered, "Is it better for me to play the violin or to play the siddle next door?"

Zhang Xiaojian gave a thumbs up: "Of course it's you, he is an idol, he was miserable just now, and your strength is excellent." ”

When the uncle heard this, he laughed out of his folds, but quickly restrained his smile and asked: "Idol, it's a good description... This group of old ladies doesn't understand, they are old, and they only pay attention to their appearance. ”

Zhang Xiaojian and Bai Yang glanced at each other and laughed, yo, this is a lemon?

......

......

When it comes to music, Uncle Erhu is no longer so full of personality.

Especially after Zhang Xiaojian slapped him, the distance between the two was instantly shortened.

Halfway through, Poplar answered a phone call, and the car stopped a little in the way, so he hurriedly ran to move the car.

And Zhang Xiaojian knew that the uncle's surname was Li, and he called Uncle Li very cordially, and almost didn't find out what the family members of Uncle Li's household registration book called...

After Uncle Li opened the chatterbox, he was talkative, but a bottle of mineral water just given by his second aunt was quickly drunk.

Zhang Xiaojian will come to the trouble a lot, and immediately said I'll buy you some water, so he got up and walked to the small store at the corner of the street.

A back and forth for about ten minutes, halfway met the poplar who had finished moving the car, and when the two came back, they saw the handsome man next door playing the violin again, and Uncle Li's eyes were resentful again.

The two of them walked back, and before they sat down, Uncle Li came to another "Leaving Song", the difference is that this time the second aunt did not sit next to him, and there were not so many passers-by around, which did not attract anyone's attention.

At the end of the song, Zhang Xiaojian applauded from the bottom of his heart: "Qula's is really good." ”

Uncle Li raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Xiaojian: "Don't be vain." ”

"Huh?" Zhang Xiaojian felt that he had seen this scene.

When Uncle Li saw Zhang Xiaojian's face, he couldn't help frowning and said, "We know each other?"

Zhang Xiaojian's eyes widened: "I'm Zhang Xiaojian." ”

Uncle Li waved his hand: "It's not important, you know music?"

Zhang Xiaojian: "...... Understand. ”

Uncle Li lowered his head and whispered, "Is it better for me to play the violin, or is it better to play the siano next door?"

Zhang Xiaojian replied mechanically: "Of course it's you, he is an idol, he was transferred away miserably just now, and your powerful skills are excellent." ”

Uncle Li laughed with the same folds as just now, and quickly retracted his smile again and asked, "Idol, it's well described... This group of old ladies doesn't understand, they are old, and they only pay attention to their appearance. ”

Zhang Xiaojian and Bai Yang glanced at each other, how could it be exactly the same as the lemon flavor just now?

No...

What's going on here?

Just when I was wondering, a middle-aged man in an ordinary sportswear with black-rimmed glasses walked over not far away, carrying a plastic bag in his right hand, and hurriedly walked over.

He came to Uncle Li and said, "Dad, eat." ”

Uncle Li looked at the black-rimmed glasses man in front of him, and said unceremoniously: "Who does it matter who calls Dad, my son is only six years old!"

The middle-aged man's expression was slightly embarrassed, he looked at the two young people sitting next to his father and smiled, as if he had become accustomed to it, and said: "My dad has a bad memory, see you smile..."

Uncle Li frowned when he heard this, looked at Zhang Xiaojian, and then at Bai Yang, and said, "You two are not very old, who has such a big son at such a young age?"

Zhang Xiaojian and Bai Yang: "......"

Although the middle-aged man was embarrassed, he still put down the plastic bag, sighed helplessly, and took out a lunch box after opening it.

Uncle Li was stunned when he saw the lunch box: "Why do you have my lunch box as a turtle grandson?"