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There is also a change in the evening.

Although he has always adhered to the old lady of the Hu family's teaching that he should be a man, and what he has done has always been remarkable, but when Hu Bandit approached this room where the decoration was not very luxurious but revealed a simple and solemn room, a cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back for no reason.

It's not a good place!

This posture is obviously the three sessions of the trial, the three old men who are not angry and powerful are sitting expressionlessly on a red copper wood backrest sofa in the antique style, from the moment he entered the room, his eyes have never relaxed on his body, the old men on the left and right obviously showed a trace of displeasure and annoyance on their faces, and the old man in the middle although he looked calm and light.

But Hu Bandit thinks that this old man should have the momentum of his own old lady, that is, he will not easily let people see any clues on his face, and the exaggeration is similar to the state of returning to the truth in martial arts.

Han Shushu also realized that the scene here seemed to be much more serious than the previous family meetings, so he had to stand in the middle of the room and salute and said, "Grandpa, second master, third master, I'm here"

The old men on both sides snorted in their noses and stopped talking, Han Dingbang in the middle nodded, Han Shushu then turned around and let go of the bandit behind him and said: "This is the bandit, the middle of the bandit is my grandfather, and the two on both sides are the second master and the third master."

Hu Bandit took a step forward, bowed respectfully without arrogance or impatience, and then said, "Hello three grandfathers"

Han Dingkun snorted coldly again and said, "I can't afford it."

Han Dingqian simply closed his eyes and didn't pay attention to him, and as for Han Dingbang, he just glanced at him and didn't say anything.

"It's such a big dismount" Hu Bandit's dry lips, and he muttered in his heart, "I heard that once you enter the Houmen, it is as deep as the sea, it seems that the environment of this big family is really not human, and it is almost the same as the feeling in the village."

After the introduction, there was a cold scene, the three masters didn't speak, and Han Shushu naturally couldn't start without rules, as for the bandits, they could only stand dryly and stiffly.

The air in the whole room seemed to freeze, five people, none of them spoke, the three old men were there with their eyes closed, Han Shushu was anxious and helpless, and Hu Bandit was really determined to go on。。。。。。

To tell the truth, Han Dingbang's evaluation of Hu Bandit so far is not bad, this drying is not in vain, according to Han Dingbang's research, if Hu Bandit can be handled safely, it will be fine, if there is even a little impatience, then there is no need for the following conversation to continue.

And in his opinion, Hu Bandit has shown calmness, free and easy, and naturally from the moment he enters the door, this kind of bearing should not be all collected at his age, but what Hu Bandit does is decent, and he can't see the appearance of doing it at all, Han Dingbang judged that this young man should have seen the world.

This world refers not to the two billion dollars he robbed from the estate of the Prince of Morocco, nor the provocation of MGM by his surprise soldier to suppress the Golden Hotel, but something that the bandits showed in their bones.

Some should be from the Chinese people should have.

Han Dingbang has always been convinced of his ability to meet people, but this time he couldn't help but have a little doubt, first, if Hu Bandit was born in everyone, then it is impossible for him to jump into the mercenary industry according to the rules of Huaxia, in a situation that he understands from his status in the American business and political circles, it seems that there is no merchant family in Huaxia who is dominated by the surname Hu.

So Han Dingbang was puzzled, he felt that his physiognomy technique did not seem to be able to be fulfilled in Hu Bandit's body.

Now that Ma Wei has been laid out, Hu Bandit simply plans to take it all, still standing steadily, his legs are not trembling, his hands are not shaking, his eyes are slightly turned around twice, and he looks at the furnishings in the room.

The room is simple, so simple that it is impossible to believe that this is the villa room of one of the top business leaders in the United States, except for a sofa where three elderly people sit, only a desk is placed inside, and there are a few bookshelves and a few calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

What caught the attention of the bandits was a handful of erhu hanging next to the calligraphy and painting, which would not be strange if it appeared in any rural area in northeast China, but it was quite intriguing if it appeared in this place.

This shows that the owner here has not forgotten his roots and has been thinking about his hometown thousands of miles away.

"What? You know that? It's not very common among young people these days."

Han Dingbang didn't need to look back to know where Hu Bandit's eyes fell, and he also felt that Hu Bandit was not looking at random.

Han Shushu breathed a sigh of relief, she also felt a little too stressed if this deadlock was not broken, and at the same time she was a little angry in her heart, the bearing of the three grandfathers was too small, and any one of them was older than the bandits, and this would not show the bearing of everyone.

Hu Bandit retracted his eyes that fell on the wall, looked directly at Han Dingbang and said lightly: "It's okay, I know a little bit about it."

Han Dingkun sneered, and said disdainfully: "I know a little bit about it, it's not that you can pull out the tune, kid, don't talk so badly."

"The old people in the family love this, and if they have nothing to do, they like to sit in the village and play such a song, and over time, I am familiar with it," Hu Bandit replied calmly.

Hu Bandit's words made the three old men's brows twist at the same time, one is that the meaning revealed in Hu Bandit's words is that their family seems to be an ordinary mud leg in the countryside of China, there is no big source, and the other is that his familiar sentence is too full, you must know that the erhu is different from other musical instruments, just two strings, if you are not fine, you will definitely pull out more ugly than a donkey's bark.

"Just talking about it and not practicing it is a fake trick"

Han Dingbang stretched out his hand and took out a cigarette pouch pot from behind, knocked it twice and put it in his mouth and said: "I haven't heard this tune for a long time, if you don't think it's ugly, just play a song for a few of us old guys."

Han Shushu looked at the bandit worriedly, she never thought that this reason would come out, she had never heard of Erhu since she was a child, the three grandfathers usually like to sit together and pull a pull when they are homesick, with the three old men nearly eighty years old, their skills can be seen to be not ordinarily deep, but Hu Bandit actually wants to lay a breakthrough here, but it really makes Han Shushu worry that he is not really making a fool.

Hu Bandit glanced at her encouragingly, blinked, and Han Shushu had to go to the wall to get the erhu.

In fact, Hu Bandit's action just now was deliberate, to be honest, he was afraid that his legs and stomach would spin after such a stalemate for a long time, and it was clear that these three old guys didn't want to see him, so he could only find another way out to find a breakthrough, and that erhu made him feel bright.

There are two masters of erhu in Hujia Village, in addition to their own old lady, the blind Wang Banxian is also a master here, and Hu Bandit once mentioned by his grandfather by chance when he was young, and the blind Wang Banxian and the blind A Bing have both been embarrassed by each other。。。。。。

The originator of the erhu, Ah Bing's self-proclaimed words, no one dared to say a word.

Hu Bandit took the erhu, plucked the strings, sat cross-legged on a chair and closed his eyes and muttered for a moment, and a melodious and galloping music sounded with his pull.

The melody is ups and downs, the steel strength is favorable, and the grand introduction is like a roaring pine wave shaking the valley, making people feel a kind of perseverance and heroism.

The vast majority of people know that A Bing's famous work is "Erquan Reflecting the Moon", but few people know about this song "Tingsong", except for this master.

Han calligraphy and painting on the side knew that her worries were a little redundant when Hu Bandit's hand started, although she was at the level of a half-hanger, but she was more or less a little expert by her grandfather since she was a child, so the tone that Hu Bandit pulled out, she may not be able to hear the charm, but she can probably judge the skills of Hu Bandit, compared to the three old men, it is definitely only high or low.

However, Han Shushu is also puzzled, how did he, a guy who has not yet reached middle age, practice?

How can this man always inadvertently surprise people?

When the song is finished, it is full of surprise!

The three old men were still clapping their hands with their eyes closed and reminiscing for a long time, Hu Bandit put away the erhu and grinned at the Han calligraphy and painting next to him, and his complacent expression made Miss Han can't help but roll her eyes again.

"Back then, the Golden Vulture soldiers were defeated by Yue Fei, and they fled to the Songshi at the foot of Huiquan Mountain to listen to the sound of killing behind them, and the majestic momentum of the pursuers behind them, and the spirit of the battlefield of the battle for thousands of miles was simply terrifying."

Han Dingbang opened his eyes, exhaled with endless aftertaste, looked at Hu Bandit and said, "Your level is indeed a bit of an evaluation."

Han Dingkun and Han Dingqian also opened their eyes, but their expressions were not as tense as before, Han Shushu smiled easily, it seems that the effect of meeting friends with music is not bad.

Hu Bandit modestly owed a debt and said: "Grandpa said that what Erhu wants is an artistic conception, especially the momentum of listening to the pine on the battlefield, only after being in it can it be regarded as reaching a charm, my level can only be regarded as copying, far from reaching the real realm, I can't afford your praise, compared with my old man, it is very bad than nine points."

"Oh?" Han Dingbang's expression turned grim, and he asked solemnly: "Your old man still has this knowledge?"

None of the people present were not human spirits, and the meaning of Hu Bandit's words could be heard thoroughly without a little pondering.

This momentum is still very bad by nine points?

So where is that very well-equipped old man in your house?[(m)無彈薱讀]