Today is Sunday, the last day of the weekend, Zhang Xiaobei plans to go out for a walk, holding the Yaxiao given by Lin Zheng yesterday.

Before leaving the door, his mother looked at him very uneasily, as if she was afraid that he would be lost again.

Zhang Xiaobei could only smile and say to his mother, Mom, don't worry, I will come back before dinner. Her mother was a little more reassured.

Walking on the street in early summer, Zhang Xiaobei didn't know where to go, although he had three thousand years of ancient experience, but he didn't have many years of experience in modern society. However, he has a strong ability to learn, after all, he has been trained for 3,000 years, and he has the ability to memorize, he believes that he will soon be able to master in all fields of modern society.

And he is not alone, he has prepared backups for himself, which are still buried in the soil and need to be dug up, although he doesn't know if these backups can really help, but if everything is really as the banyan seed said, he will dig out the people he buried anyway.

There are generally no programs in the city during the day, and it is not as exciting as the night, so now Zhang Xiaobei doesn't know where to go, there happens to be a park nearby, and he has a flute in his hand, so go to the park to blow the flute and cultivate his sentiments.

There weren't a lot of people in the park, and he was looking for a relatively secluded place.

There was a small bamboo forest in the park, so he walked into the bamboo forest, and in addition to him, there was a couple who were in love.

Zhang Xiaobei turned his back to the couple from a distance, and his body was half leaning on the bamboo.

A breeze blew in the bamboo forest and hit his face, leaving a little bamboo fragrance.

Taking advantage of the scenery of the bamboo forest, he just happened to play a song, but when he picked up the flute, there was suddenly a melodious and low, trembling sound of the piano.

Just listening to the sound of the qin, Zhang Xiaobei can probably tell that the sound of the qin comes from a Fuxi-style guqin.

Guqin, he and Zhang Xiaobei are also experts.

He closed his eyes and listened quietly to the sound of the piano coming from nowhere.

Then he opened his eyes, he had never heard of this piece before, and he did not know its name, but he felt that if he added it to the sound of his flute, the rhythm would be more beautiful.

The ensemble of the qin and flute pays attention to integration and harmony, the sound of the flute cannot overshadow the sound of the qin, and the sound of the qin cannot crowd out the sound of the flute, so what kind of flute music should be used to accompany the music he heard for the first time is the most important.

Soon a melody came to his mind, a melody he had never played before, and it was only when he listened to it that it came naturally.

He lifted the flute and played the melody in his head through the flute, a common instrument in ancient times.

As soon as Zhang Xiaobei's flute sound melted into the sound of the piano, it was like a stone falling into a flat lake, rippling in a circle of gorgeous ripples.

At this time, the ensemble of piano and flute played in this small park is wonderful.

The little couple in the bamboo forest also stopped talking and quietly listened to the sound of the piano and flute.

People passing by the bamboo forest also stopped to listen, as if the sound of the wind, birds, and pedestrians had suddenly stopped, and only the sound of the piano and flute ensemble remained.

Suddenly, the sound stopped, and so without warning, as if a rope hanging from a boulder had suddenly broken.

Zhang Xiaobei walked along the place where the sound of the qin had come from at first, and he wanted to know who was playing the guqin and why it suddenly stopped.

When he walked out of the bamboo forest from another road, he saw a crowd of people surging under the bamboo forest, many people gathered around a stone table, and there was a Fuxi-style guqin on the stone table, and it seemed that someone had fainted on the guqin, and there were many people clustered around it.

Then someone took away the fainting man and the guqin.

Zhang Xiaobei saw that the person who fainted on the guqin was a white-haired old woman, and he couldn't imagine that it was an old man who played such a sad and beautiful piano song.

However, regardless of the age, if you want to calculate the real age, he Zhang Xiaobei is three thousand years old, ten times older than the old woman, if he has the opportunity, he also wants to play with his piano and flute again, but now that the person has been carried away, it depends on whether he will meet again in the future......

It's a new week.

Zhang Xiaobei sat in his seat with his hands on his cheeks, and Zhang Xiaozheng, the head teacher on the podium, was talking about the class vividly, but Zhang Xiaobei didn't listen to it at all.

Zhang Xiao finished the lesson he was going to teach today in advance, and then announced one thing to the class before the end of class.

"Next week, the school arranged for Professor Yang from Yancheng University to give us a class. ”

Zhang Xiao said.

"Professor Yang is a professor of physics and an amateur seven-dan player of Go, which is already the highest level of amateur dan in China, and his Go can be said to be at a professional level. Therefore, the school would like to arrange for students to play Go with Professor Yang after class. As far as I know, there are only two students in our class who can play Go, Du Yunting and Liao Jieming, and I wonder if there are any other students who can also play Go? ”

Zhang Xiao's eyes swept to the class.

The classroom was silent, and the sound of needles hitting the ground could be heard.

"There are also those who know how to play Go, you can raise your hand, so that the teacher can have a bottom in his heart. Isn't that ?......?"

At this time, Zhang Xiaobei suddenly raised his hand.

"Teacher, I know how to play Go. ”

Zhang Xiaobei said lightly.

"Oh, put your hands down," Zhang Xiao said disapprerovingly.

Zhang Xiaobei put his hand down, he felt that Zhang Xiao didn't seem to believe that he really knew how to play Go, could it be that he Zhang Xiaobei looked so unreliable?

Zhang Xiao continued: "When the time comes, if there are students who want to ask questions about physics, they can also ask questions. Professor Yang will come to our class for the next week, when the school leaders and other teachers will come to observe, so please pay attention to the class records. That's it for today, it's over!"

The class stands.

"Thank you, teacher, goodbye, teacher!"

After the teacher left, Liao Jieming, who was sitting behind Zhang Xiaobei, said: "Zhang Xiaobei, you are embarrassed to raise your hand and say that you can play Go, do you remember when the school organized a trip to the forest park more than a month ago, when there were two primary school students playing Go, you used to join in the fun and have to play, and then even the primary school students couldn't win, if I didn't help you win them in the end, our high school students' faces would have been lost by you alone." ”

Zhang Xiaobei pouted, he remembered that time, it was what happened before he crossed over, when he had just learned Go with Li Bo downstairs at home, so he wanted to find a primary school student with average strength to compete, but he didn't expect to be abused by a primary school student, and let Liao Jieming, who was also on the side at the time, find an opportunity to show his "superb" chess skills and steal the limelight.

But now he is not what it used to be, and he has honed his chess skills for thousands of years when he was dug up.

"Do you really think that I, Zhang Xiaobei, can't even win as a primary school student?" Zhang Xiaobei shot back, "I deliberately lost, deliberately let other children, how can I be like you, I will only bully other primary school students, don't you see that when you win, the expression of the bitter gourd face of other primary school students, they are about to cry, if you hurt the hearts of other children, you are destroying the flowers of the motherland, I tell you." ”

"Hmph, you just have a hard mouth, I'll see if you dare to make a fool of yourself in front of Professor Yang at that time. ”

"The word dare has been missing from my dictionary for more than 2,000 years!"

The corners of Zhang Xiaobei's mouth rose an arc upward.