Black gold has really been sealed, who knows when it will be able to open the strings again?

"You...... You're deceiving people too much!"

Chang Qing completely ignored the angry Huang Le and beckoned to his granddaughter, and soon the box that his granddaughter was carrying was in his hand.

The box opened, and a lute lay quietly inside.

Seeing this, everyone gasped.

Exquisite!

Evergreen brought Linglong here!

What is he going to do?

Don't......

Someone guessed and trembled with fright.

Evergreen, Jiangshan!

They are representatives of the North and South factions, and among the North and South factions, there are also representative musical instruments!

Since the new Dahua, most of the musicians of the Northern School have studied under Xu Laowei, and Xu Laowei is also known as the founder of the Northern School!

And the music theory that best represents Xu Laowei is the erhu, his understanding of the erhu has reached the point of the unity of man and machine, even at the peak of the country, it is slightly weaker.

Like a swordsman has a peerless good sword, a pianist, must have a real instrument, Xu Lao Wei after the completion of the dedication to the manufacture of musical instruments, and finally made an erhu at the age of seventy-five, that erhu represents Xu Lao Wei, but also represents the pinnacle of the Northern School of music theory.

That's a purple-black erhu!

It's called Black Gold!

And the representative of the southern faction is a lute.

A pipa named Linglong!

Now Linglong is present, and there is only a lack of black gold!

"I don't want to seal black gold today, I also want to seal Linglong!"

Chang Qing's words suddenly made the entire hall fry.

Most of the people who come are insiders, and they all know the status of black gold and Linglong.

Now Chang Qing is ready to seal both strings, which is a bit too paranoid and domineering.

But isn't that what evergreen temper is?

Nowadays, domestic folk music is gradually declining, and the new generation has reached the height of evergreen and Jiangshan, even if there are only five successes, they can't find it.

Since there is no one to play, it is useless to keep it.

"Jiang Tao, where is the black gold!"

Jiang Tao was a little confused, he didn't know what was going on at all, what black gold?

He's a guy who doesn't know anything about music, so he doesn't know what these people are talking about.

"Jiang Tao, didn't the old man explain anything to you?"

Jiang Tao didn't understand, but Yang Feifei knew the existence of black gold, even if she had never seen the old man take out the black gold, but she knew that the black gold was in the old man's hands.

"Confession? I didn't have to confess, I just told me to burn some manuscripts to him!"

At this time, someone shouted outside the door again.

"Miss Song, the 'Goddess of the Han River', is here!"

At the entrance of the hall, Song Shaoyao walked in in a plain suit, and a treacherous atmosphere rushed towards him.

What's going on?

Song Shaoyao's expression was slightly condensed, but after all, she was a person who was used to seeing big scenes, and she was watched by everyone, but she still did not lose the slightest color, and walked to the front of the mourning hall with a straight face.

Jiang Huai hurriedly greeted him.

"Mr. Jiang, mourning!"

"Miss Song can take the time to come, the old man must be very happy to know!"

Song Peony knelt on the futon, burned the paper, put on the incense, and the family members next to her had already asked for a thank you gift, but Song Peony still didn't get up.

"Mr. Jiang, this is what Teacher Chen asked me to bring, saying that it was burned to Mr. Jiang!"

Song Shaoyao took out a voice recorder from his pocket.

Jiang Huai was stunned for a moment and took it over.

"Yes, yes, it's Mr. Chen, maybe Mr. Chen!"

Jiang Tao suddenly shouted.

Everyone looked at it together, and Jiang Tao hurriedly said: "If it is really a very important thing, I think it may be entrusted to Mr. Chen! I remember that when Mr. Chen left, he seemed to be holding a box!"

As soon as these words came out, many people in the hall looked puzzled.

Mr. Chen?

When did another Mr. Chen pop up?

Mr. Chen Ming?

Or Mr. Chen Sisheng?

"What's that?"

Chang Qing noticed the recorder, walked over and grabbed it, and pressed it down against the button.

The next moment!

Four short tones, like the sigh of life, began to appear in the silent hall!

Chang Qing's body trembled, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he stared at the voice recorder in his hand.

Song Shaoyao took everyone's expressions into his eyes, and let out an involuntary slight sigh.

Really......

Her vision gradually blurred, and it seemed that she was back to the scene on the banks of the Jiangbei River an hour ago!

……

In early spring, the riverside has warmed up a lot, the branches and leaves have long been green, although it is noon, but the sky is getting darker and darker, and it is about to rain, and the cool river breeze is blowing on the river.

Chen Ange sat under the tree, he was motionless, the fishing rod was stuck in the ground, and there was not even a bucket beside him.

It was quiet, as if everything was imprisoned.

Song Shaoyao had been standing next to her for more than ten minutes.

Finally, he opened the box next to him and took out the erhu inside.

"You can record it for me!"

"Good!"

Song Shaoyao took out a voice recorder and stood beside Chen Ange.

He didn't do anything for a long time, he was brewing, and finally, with the appearance of four short syllables, "Erquan Reflecting the Moon" sounded again.

The sky was even more cloudy, and the tall buildings in the distance were hidden in the mist, hazy, like the moon in the water, and the fairy in the painting.

The thin rain began to drip intermittently, and small ripples of water appeared on the calm river, spreading little by little, returning to calm, but being hit again and again, and repeatedly.

Song Shaoyao felt that her chest was clogged, even though the tone had changed several times, her throat still seemed to be blocked by a wooden stopper.

It wasn't until she came back to her senses that the music was over, and she quickly pressed the end.

His face was calm, like the quiet hall now, but his heart was inexplicably surrounded by a layer of sadness.

There are tears in the corners of someone's eyes, let them flow, but more often than not, there are ups and downs of emotions.

This song is like throwing a handful of onions at everyone, and listening to it in this kind of condolence scene is especially terrifying.

The daughter-in-law and granddaughter-in-law of the Jiang family cried.

Those who were still enduring it had a sour nose, and finally couldn't help it, and even the two big men, Jiang Huai and Jiang Tao, began to cry.

For a while, the sad emotions condensed to the extreme, and it was difficult to breathe richly.

"What's this?"

Chang Qing was infected by emotions, although he shed tears, but it could be seen from the shaky beard that he was extremely uncalm in his heart.

"I don't know!"

"I don't know, who pulled it, what about the people?"

"Teacher Chen, no one came, I guess I've already gone back!"

"Where have you been, tell me quickly!"

Chang Qing was in a hurry, so she wanted to grab Song Shaoyao's wrist, but she avoided it lightly.

Chang Qing was stunned for a moment, took several long breaths of relief, and suddenly raised his head and laughed.

"Qing Yao, put away the pipa, let's go!"

Chang Qing shouted, with a smile on his face, laughing all the way out of the house.

Everyone in the hall was confused, but the sad atmosphere gradually broke.

Only Song Shaoyao's eyes were still confused, and there seemed to be a picture of Chen Ange howling at the river after playing:

"Old man Jiang, Chen Ange has sent you off!

The fishing rod stuck on the shore is like the incense above.