When Yue Yi and the others walked out, they saw the old man in the courtyard, playing a musical instrument that was different from the guzheng in shape.

After some careful observation, Yue Yi could already conclude that the old man was not playing the zheng, but the qin.

The sound of playing the guqin is obviously not as smooth and dripping as the guzheng, but when playing "Funeral Flower Yin", it is full of sadness.

The old man's playing is so calm, although the sound of the piano is not very loud and loud, but under the old man's skillful fingering, he plays a different charm.

The sound of the piano like a cry makes people clearly feel the sadness of Daiyu's funeral flowers, as well as the stubbornness of unwillingness to submit.

Listening to this, Yue Yi felt a trace of gratitude in his heart, and couldn't help but put the hole flute in his hand to his mouth.

The next moment, the sound of the dong flute sounded, and the whole small courtyard instantly echoed each other.

The three little guys of the Su family couldn't understand it, after all, the relatively melodious sounds of the dong flute and the guqin were different from what they usually heard.

But the three little ones listened very attentively, and did not make any noise, but just stood there and listened quietly.

But Su Linglu could understand it, and heard the charm in the piano flute, the sad and stubborn taste.

recalled the sentence that the old man recited before, "Nong is a laughing idiot who is buried today, and he knows who it is when he buries Nong", which coincides with the Qin Xiao and Ming at this moment, as if he is incarnated as the person who buried the flowers, and unconsciously tears have soaked his eyes.

The flute and the song complement each other perfectly, and this unheard interpretation is quite compatible with the old and the young.

As if it had already been rehearsed, the sound of the piano and flute was really perfect.

Finally, when the song was finished, the old man let out a long sigh, as if he had obtained a kind of spiritual satisfaction.

Standing up and coming to Yue Yi, he bowed to Yue Yi very respectfully.

Seeing this scene, Yue Yi hurriedly stretched out his hand to support the old man: "Don't be like this old man, I can't stand you like this." ”

The old man did not force it, but straightened up and said, "Young man, you may not know how important this piece of music you have just made is to me. ”

Yue Yi hurriedly said: "You're really welcome, old man, in fact, this piece was taught to me by my father when I was a child, when I was learning the dong flute with my father. ”

"Oh, did your father teach you? I don't know where your father is, can you let the old man see him?"

Hearing the old man ask about his father, Yue Yi hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm really sorry, my father has passed away. ”

The old man hurriedly confessed with a sad face: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry Xiaoyou, I shouldn't ask." ”

Yue Yi said indifferently: "It doesn't matter, it was all many years ago, but it's a pity that I didn't learn the arts, and I finally learned such a song." ”

The old man asked very seriously: "In this way, your father is a lover of ancient music?"

Yue Yi was stunned, whether it was in another life or in the memory of this life, his father did like ancient operas and operas.

Then he nodded and said, "Well, sort of, my father used to like ancient operas, but my father's favorite is opera." ”

Hearing this, the old man became even more energetic: "Oh, does your father still like opera, does he like Peking Opera or Kunqu Opera?"

Yue Yi replied with a smile: "My father likes Peking Opera and Kunqu Opera very much, and he once led me to listen to Kunqu Opera when I was a child. ”

After hearing this, the old man felt a little regretful: "Hey, it's really a pity that I can't meet my fellow practitioners." ”

Then, without waiting for Yue Yi to speak, the old man said again: "Ah, by the way, I wonder if Xiaoyou's "Funeral Flower Yin" can be played by me?"

Yue Yi hesitated for a moment, he was a little unsure of the old man's intentions, and he didn't know what the old man's so-called performance meant?

Seeing Yue Yi's hesitation, the old man hurriedly said: "Oh, don't get me wrong, Xiaoyou, I don't want to keep this piece for myself, I can wait for Xiaoyou to register the copyright first, and then spend money to buy your authorization, and then bring it to my students to play." ”

At this time, Su Linglu stepped forward and asked, "Old man, did you say that you want to play it for the students? Are you a teacher in the Department of Folk Music?"

The old man smiled and nodded: "Yes, my name is 'Sun Chunyi' and I am a visiting professor of the Department of Folk Music at the Huhai Conservatory of Music." ”

Hearing the old man's name, Su Linglu pondered for a moment, suddenly remembered who the old man was, and exclaimed: "You, are you the master of folk music, Mr. Sun Chunyi?"

The old man hurriedly smiled and waved his hand: "Hahaha, you can't afford to be a master of folk music, the old man is just a lover of folk music." ”

Su Linglu continued: "You are really too polite, I really didn't expect that you would open a musical instrument shop here." ”

Just when Su Linglu was very excited and chatting with the old man, Yue Yi carefully recalled it in his mind for a moment and suddenly remembered something.

He looked at the old man Sun Chunyi with some incredulity and asked, "Are you Sun Chunyi, a master of folk music?"

Su Linglu saw Yue Yimu's stunned appearance, and quickly patted Yue Yi and whispered, "What are you talking about? ”

Sun Chun smiled and waved his hand and said, "It's okay, Xiaoyou and I are old friends, I don't know what Xiaoyou is called?"

The next moment, Yue Yi didn't answer, he still looked confused, looking stunned.

Su Linglu smiled awkwardly at Old Man Sun, then pulled Yue Yi hard and said, "What do you want? ”

Seeing that Yue Yi was not able to answer immediately, Su Linglu had no choice but to say: "Grandpa Sun, I'm sorry, my name is Su Linglu, he is my husband, my name is Yue Yi." ”

Immediately afterwards, the three little girls also stepped forward and introduced themselves to Sun Lao.

"My name is Su Mengyun, and grandpa can call me Yunyun. ”

"My name is Su Mengxin, ah, you can call me Xinxin. ”

"Ha, Su Mengxuan, Xuanxuan. ”

Old Man Sun smiled and nodded: "Hey, good, good, hello." ”

looked at Su Linglu again and asked, "Is it the child of the two of you?"

Su Linglu hurriedly explained: "It's my brother's child, and now we are both with us." ”

At this time, Yue Yi suddenly came to his senses, stepped forward and grabbed Old Man Sun and asked, "Sun Chunyi, Grandpa, are you really called Sun Chunyi? Then you must know Sun Yifan, don't you?"

"Sun Yifan?" the old man was stunned for a moment, but then looked at Yue Yi carefully.

Suddenly remembered something and said, "Oh, I remember, you're Yifan's classmate, right?"

Yue Yi suddenly smiled and said, "Yes, yes, Grandpa Sun, I really didn't expect to meet you here, I also met Yifan in the morning." ”

Old Man Sun smiled: "Hahaha, you're old, your memory is not very good, but you have changed a lot, and you are really like two people when you were a child." ”

Su Linglu didn't expect that the folk music master in front of her would actually be Yue Yi's grandfather who sent Sun Yifan.

The two people, an old man and a young man, chatted hotly, recalling the events of Yue Yi's middle school days from time to time, but Su Linglu and the three little girls were left aside.