The two went out of the management office one after another, Lin Chinese locked the door, walked through the night market with nobleness, along the way many stall owners greeted Lin Chinese, seemed very enthusiastic, Lin Chinese for these stall owners, that is, typical sugar is not sweet, do acetic acid, as an administrator, may not be able to help, but there are many ways to block you, so many stall owners are very polite to him, do not want to offend him.

After a while, the two came to the north end of the night market street, and the south side of the night market was a square, and there were many people dancing in the square at night. On the north side, there is a small river five or six meters wide, willow trees are planted on both sides of the river, and on the other side of the river is the "Ming and Qing Palace" of the film and television city.

There is an endless stream of pedestrians by the river, couples coming out of the night market, or a family going out for a walk after dinner, walking on the river in the cool breeze, coupled with the brightly lit scenery in the film and television city, it feels as if you have really traveled back to distant antiquity.

Lin Chinese said with a smile: "How about brother? It's quite satisfying here, right? There is also a place on the other side of the square, although there are more people than here, but it's too noisy over there, you do a music performance, or it's more suitable here." Lots of people and quiet. ”

The fat man nodded with satisfaction, "Brother Lin, you have a vision, this place is really good, then choose here." ”

"Then let's start, I also heard about your erhu, brother, I really haven't seen it, hahaha. ”

The fat man smiled, sat on the stone bench on the side of the road, put the piano case at his feet, took out the erhu from it, and put it on his lap.

Looking left and right, a few passers-by next to him stopped curiously, watching the fat man take out such a weird-looking thing, I don't know what this is going to do.

Being stared at, Gao Shang is a little unaccustomed, but the task has to be done, in case of failure, pee his pants for a month, then he doesn't have to do anything.

Adjust the barrel and put it on your lap, close your eyes, pull it, stretch your head is also a knife to shrink your head or a knife, sooner or later you can't escape, just get used to it.

The right hand gently pulls the bow, the crisp and bright sound of the piano is scattered like water, a shepherd song from another world, slowly flowing in the ears of everyone, or sad, or poignant, or deep, the song seems to tell an ancient story, people can't help but want to taste it carefully.

With the ups and downs of the piano, the people listening to the music are also slowly immersed in the story, and everyone who passes by will stop and listen quietly.

The number of people around gradually increased, but everyone subconsciously did not make a sound, and someone spoke in time, and tried to lower their voices as much as possible, the quietness here is in stark contrast to the bustling and noisy night market not far away.

Time passed slowly, a few minutes passed quickly, and at the end of the song, everyone couldn't help but start applauding.

"Dude, okay, this music is good. ”

"yes, that's good. ”

"What kind of instrument is this? Why have you never seen it before?" someone looked at the erhu in the fat man's hand and asked suspiciously.

Gao Shang accepted everyone's praise with a smile on his face, "Thank you, thank you, I just arrived, I didn't pull well, and I ask you to bear with me." ”

At this time, Lin Chinese came out from the side, patted the fat man's shoulder with surprise on his face and said: "Hahaha, brother, I didn't expect you to really have two hits, it's too good to pull, this erhu is good, which country's musical instrument, tell the big guy." ”

"yes, what kind of instrument is this? Why haven't you seen it? The sound is so nice and infectious. The audience on the side also asked.

Gao Shang smiled and explained: "This kind of qin is called erhu, also called huqin or xiqin, it is not a musical instrument of other countries, but a traditional musical instrument of our country, which has a history of more than 1,000 years and is a characteristic musical instrument of the northern people." However, today, they are on the verge of being lost, and there are not many people who can use them, and they are basically no longer seen, and only some historical museums can see them. ”

When everyone heard this, they suddenly suddenly said, "It turned out to be our country's musical instrument, why do I say it's so good, hahaha!"

An old man who is not too old shook his head and sighed: "The treasure left by the ancestors, the music of the erhu is so good, how can it be lost, our descendants are not well protected." ”

"The young man is going to do it!"

"Yes, it's rare to get a lost musical instrument at such a young age, so let's have another one. ”

"Yes, let's do it again, I didn't hear it all just now. ”

The fat man nodded, smiled and said, "Okay, I'll do another song." ”

The fat man just wanted to sit down and continue to play a song, Lin Chinese next to him hurriedly said: "Since the big guy likes this music, my brother also came out to sell art because of the difficulties in life, the life of craftsmen is not easy, everyone can help is a handful, those who have money hold a money field, and if you don't have money, you will applaud." ”

As soon as the big guy heard that he was asking for money, a few people in front of him retreated slightly, for fear of finding them, it is true that the music is good, but if you can listen to it in vain, who is willing to spend money.

At this time, the old man who had just spoken spoke again: "Okay, young man, remember to persevere, pass on this craft, don't let our ancestors' things be lost, I also have a heart, the money is not much, I will pay 50 yuan." As he spoke, he took out 50 yuan from his pocket and put it in the piano case in front of the fat man.

The fat man hurriedly thanked: "Thank you, thank you for your support." "Looking at the big bill of 50 yuan, the fat man suddenly couldn't close his legs together, and this first income was in hand.

When everyone saw that the old man took out fifty yuan, they also took out the money from their pockets and put it in the piano case, but most of them were one or five yuan, and there were also 10 yuan, and there were few of them.

Looking at the banknotes in the piano case, the fat man instantly felt that he was motivated. Picked up the erhu and continued to play for everyone, the fat man was playing with his eyes closed, and the banknotes in the piano box in front of him increased little by little. I played for more than an hour, and the fat man didn't stop.

Finally, after this song, the fat man moved his sore arm, touched his stomach, and felt a little hungry, only then did he remember that he hadn't eaten at night, it was more than nine o'clock, can he not be hungry.

However, in order to complete the task, at this time, I didn't dare to go to dinner and delay the time, so I had to endure it first, bend down and pick up the money that fell on the ground, put it in the box, and the fat man continued to start playing the violin.

The moment someone saw the fat man bending over, he felt a little bit in his heart, a traditional musician, in order to inherit the ancient musical instrument, life is difficult and difficult to persevere, this spirit is really touching.

Look at those young little fresh meat on TV, singing nonsense and other things, but there are still a bunch of people who buy it, and make a lot of money, in fact, those songs, if the soundtrack is removed, it can make people cry.

But if the fat man knew what these people were thinking, he would definitely tell him, buddy, you think too much. However, the fat man didn't know that tonight, a post was destined to become popular, and the hero of the post was him.

The title is "A musician with the purest soul." I don't know if the fat man will blush when he sees this title.