Although there are many memories of the wind instruments on the first floor, Ding He did not stay too long. The staircase has been renovated, although it is more luxurious, but the location has not changed.

Along the stairs, Ding He came to the second floor, and as he guessed, it was really the original plucked instrument. Looking at the second floor is full, rows of plucked instruments, such as pipa, guzheng, liuqin, etc. in China, guitars, harps and so on in the West.

Although there were a variety of musical instruments, Ding Hehe remembered his goal, went straight to the western instrument on the left, and stopped in the guitar area. Although Ding He mastered the primary guitar skills, Ding He found that he really couldn't pick a guitar.

The guitars are placed one after the other, and although they have a price tag, if you inquire about it, you can't tell whether it is good or bad. I bought live broadcast equipment just now, and I have been capricious, and half a month's live broadcast income has been spent, so let's save a little bit on the guitar.

Looking at the guitar, Ding He had a headache and muttered: "How can you pick this?"

Just as Ding He was scratching his ears and cheeks, a woman next to him walked over, wearing a black professional skirt, walked over with a smile, and said with a smile: "Sir, do you want to pick a guitar? Maybe I can help you!"

Ding He looked at the other party, thinking it was the staff, but said happily: "Great! I have a headache, how should I pick a guitar?"

"Are you a beginner?" the other party looked at Ding He and asked with a smile.

Ding He shook his head, and it was not convenient to brag about himself, so he could only say simply: "I have learned guitar for a few years!"

"Oh!" the other party looked at Ding He, and seemed to be a little disbelieving, but he didn't say anything, and said with a smile, "In this case, what price do you need?"

Ding He glanced at the guitars of various prices on the shelves, some were hundreds of thousands, some were thousands, and some were hundreds of yuan. After hesitating for a moment, he said to the lady, "Medium price! About 10,000 yuan!"

"At this price, you can take a look at the brand FRAMUS!" the lady listened to Ding He's request and pointed to a row of guitars on the right wall.

After listening to the other party's introduction, Ding He took a look at these guitars and didn't see anything good or bad. After scanning the price, I found that the price was not much different, with the lowest being more than 8,000 and the highest being more than 15,000.

didn't bother the two masters, Ding He asked the other party again: "I see that the prices are about the same, which guitar is better?"

"These guitars, if I recommend them, this one is more suitable!" The lady stepped forward, picked up a log folk guitar, and introduced softly, "This guitar is moderately priced, and all aspects are quite balanced!"

"I can give it a try!" Ding He looked at the guitar, which looked very pleasing to the eye, and looked at the other party and said.

The lady smiled embarrassedly, handed over the guitar, and said shyly, "Of course!

Ding He took the guitar, simply tuned the strings, and plucked it twice, feeling quite comfortable. I couldn't help but start playing, a very familiar "Flying High".

simply sang the first half, and Ding He, who sang the song, was like a different person, exuding a wild atmosphere and a rock style. After singing, Ding He couldn't help but come to another guitar solo.

The lady looked at Ding He with a surprised expression. Although Ding He doesn't admit it, he looks really like it, and he is a beginner. After all, if you are a veteran guitar player, how can you not even choose.

But after watching Ding He's singing and singing, the other party felt that Ding He still didn't tell the truth. Where is this after a few years of study, obviously a guitar veteran, and the last solo is even more eye-catching.

"What kind of song is this?" the lady looked at Ding He, who did not hesitate to applaud, and asked with a smile.

Ding He smiled and said to the lady: "This song is called "Fly Higher", I wrote it myself!"

Originally, I had a good impression of Ding He, but after listening to Ding He's words, the good impression disappeared in an instant. How could such a beautiful song be written by him, and he is still so young. Maybe it's my suitor who actually thought of accosting me in this way!

"That's it, please help me put it up!" Ding He was very satisfied with the guitar, handed it back to the other party, and said with a smile.

"What?" the lady was even more angry when she heard this, and the disgust in her heart deepened, and she said angrily, "What kind of eyes do you have? I'm not a salesperson!"

After the lady finished speaking, she was very angry and turned her head and left. Ding He looked confused, looking at the other party's back, what is the situation? Looking at the other party wearing a black professional skirt, he took the initiative to come forward to help choose, Ding He thought it was a shopping guide on the second floor, but he didn't expect to get a big oolong.

Seeing that the other party had left, Ding He didn't care, took the guitar, and also found the staff. More than 12,000 were paid directly, and the musical instrument store also gave a guitar bag and tuner.

After buying a guitar and live broadcast equipment, and having nothing else to do, Ding He directly took a car and set foot on the way home. The taxi went all the way out of the city, took an hour, and came to Ding He's house, Anmu Town, where it is located.

The taxi drove all the way in, and the community where Ding He's family was located stopped at the door of the building. Pulling the suitcase, carrying the guitar, settling the bill, and standing at the entrance of the unit building. Looking at the entrance door with some paint peeling, it feels very kind.

The community is an old community, and the factory where Ding He's father is located, the worker community built by Ding He's father, has been built for more than 20 years. Ding He was born in this building and is full of feelings for this old building.

"Ding Dong! Ding Dong!" climbed to the third floor with his things, stood in the doorway, and rang the doorbell.

"Here we are!" came from the house, in the familiar voice of the mother, "the dead old man, he won't open the door by himself!"

"Squeak-" The security door opened, and the mother looked at Ding He outside the door, stunned in place.

"Mom, I'm back!" looked at his mother Ding He said excitedly.

"Xiao He, you're back!" Looking at Ding He, his mother came to her senses, her voice was a little excited, and she said with a smile, "I thought it was your father!"

"Isn't Dad?" Ding He asked strangely when he heard this.

At this time, my mother was stunned for a moment, and said suspiciously, "Yes, didn't you see your father?" He said to go shopping in the community to see if he could meet you?"

"Ah, I typed it, I didn't see Dad!" Ding He scratched his head and thought for a while.

"No wonder, it may have been missed!" Mother welcomed Ding He in, hurriedly ran to the kitchen, and said loudly, "I'm cooking here!

"Okay! Mom, you're busy! I want to eat your braised pork!" Ding He agreed, put down his luggage, and shouted into the kitchen while holding his mobile phone.