"Okay, Master, I'm going to find Mr. Qu Fang." Rong Bai staggered to his feet, and then asked, "Master, do you know to go over there to find Mr. Qu Fang?" ”

Of course, Zhang's family knew that his father-in-law had drunk too much, but Mr. Qu Fang hadn't drunk much. But Mr. Qu Fang seems to be a little unhappy today. Now I guess I'm looking at the scenery in the backyard of his own house.

After Zhang told Rong Bai about his guess, he also intimately told her where the courtyard of Mr. Qu Fang's house was.

Therefore, even though his mind was dizzy and his limbs were weak, Rong Bai still quickly found Mr. Qu Fang.

It's just that he is not looking at the scenery in the yard, but sitting in a gazebo in the yard, wiping this bamboo pipe, no, bamboo flute. On the table in front of him, there was also a stringed instrument.

"You're here." Rong Bai's control has not completely returned, and his steps cannot be controlled at this time, one foot is light and one foot is heavy, not to mention how obvious the voice is.

"Well, I'm going to learn that music theory from you." Rong Bai obediently walked in front of Mr. Qu Fang.

"Can you concentrate like this?"

"Yes." Rong Bai closed his eyes tightly, took a deep breath, and then opened his eyes again.

Mr. Qu Fang has been paying attention to Rong Bai, before, she was in the form of a drunken person, and her hands and feet were weak, which was not inconsistent at all.

Now, however, the child's eyes were calm, his eyes were bright, and even his standing posture was much more regular. If it weren't for the smell of wine on her face, Qu Fang would have doubted whether Rong Bai had ever drunk alcohol.

"Then I say, you remember."

Mr. Qu Fang took Rong Bai as Hengqing's teaching, but Rong Bai naturally almost didn't understand everything. The only thing I remember is the flute skill he said.

Actually, that technique is not difficult, it is to inhale deeply, inhale it and blow it out, filling the whole flute. As for the holes in the flute, they are basically plugged.

Rong Bai observed the flute, and there were only ten eyes in total, and all ten of his fingers could be blocked.

"You try." Mr. Qu Fang put the flute he was wiping on the table and made a gesture of invitation to Rong Bai.

Rong Bai glanced at the disciple who had been wiped clean by Mr. Qu Fang, and then at another old flute, decisively chose the old one and put it directly to his mouth.

Mr. Qu Fang was stunned for a moment, and then only made a gesture of stretching out his hand, but he didn't have time to say anything.

Rong Bai clumsily blocked all the ten eyes on the flute, then inhaled deeply, and inhaled until he couldn't suck it anymore, so he used the strength of feeding to blow out all the qi in his chest.

After a sharp flute, Mr. Qu Fang wanted to cry. Because he clearly heard a click, and his flute cracked.

This is not the flute that Mr. Qu Fang prepared for Rong Bai, it is Mr. Qu Fang's own flute, which has been with Mr. Qu Fang for decades, and it was given to him by his husband at the beginning.

However, this flute cracked.

There was a crisp click, and Mr. Qu Fang felt that it was cracked in his heart.

It hurts.

Rong Bai also knew that he was in trouble, but fortunately, he chose an old flute, if it was a new flute, it would be a big loss. "I'm sorry, sir!"

If you destroy someone else's things, your first instinct is to apologize first.

"Fortunately, I chose the old flute, if it is a new flute, it will be a big loss." Rong Bai comforted.

It's a pity that these comforting words are like another dagger poking at Mr. Qu Fang's heart. Doesn't this girl know that things that have been going on for a long time are more emotional!

Mr. Qu Fang's heart was dripping blood. Reaching out to pass the flute in Rong Bai's hand, Mr. Qu Fang saw a long crack that ran through the entire flute.

This flute, but it can be used as a sword, how can it be so easy to break. Legend has it that someone was able to blow the flute, and Mr. Qu Fang had never believed it before, but this time, he couldn't help but believe it.

However, the cost of this proof is too high to pay.

"Xiaobai?" Hearing this voice, as soon as Rong Bai turned around, he saw Hengqing sweating profusely in a wheelchair.

Before, he wanted to go back to find Rong Bai, but unfortunately, that low threshold was already a moat for him. As a result, an hour or two passed, and with no one to help, he could only look at the door in a daze.

As for the young man Wen Lun, he is choking his breath.

However, the sharp sound of the flute frightened both of them. This is Mr. Qu Fang's home, and Mr. Qu Fang is getting older, and he plays the flute a lot less, let alone can play this effect.

Therefore, Wen Lun was the first time to jump out. After being dragged by Heng Qing to death, he reluctantly let Heng Qing go out.

As soon as the two of them arrived in the backyard, they saw a relieved face sitting in the pavilion, and Mr. Qu Fang with a sad face.

"Hengqing, why are you here?" After Rong Bai was exhausted, the strength of the wine also went down, and he was refreshed: "I haven't seen you just now, where did you go to play?" ”

Hengqing looked confused, is he the one who goes out to play?

"What's going on with the flute just now?" After confirming that Rong Bai was fine, Hengqing's attention shifted to the flute just now, such a sharp flute, Mr. Qu Fang would never blow it.

As soon as he talked about the flute, Mr. Qu Fang was about to cry.

My own flute, I feel distressed once when I look at it. In his own hands for decades, he has been fine, even the knife is constantly chopping. Unexpectedly, this girl took a breath, and the flute cracked.

"I'm playing the flute." Rong Bai lowered his head, took out the old flute from Mr. Qu Fang's hand, and handed it to Hengqing: "I don't know what's going on, as soon as I blow it according to Mr. Qu Fang's method, the flute will crack." ”

Rong Bai's tone was as innocent as he was, but Hengqing knew the reason why Mr. Qu Fang was so aggrieved. This is the flute that is usually used for teaching, and this is Mr. Qu Fang's own collection!

This flute, Hengqing saw it when he was a teenager, and he also heard about the origin of the flute. It can be said that. Mr. Qu Fang, who has never married a wife in his life and has been in Panasonic Academy all his life, has the most precious thing is this flute.

"Alas!" Hengqing sighed: "If Mr. is trustworthy, Jia will find a way to help you repair it." "If someone else makes a disaster, Hengqing can still escape, but Rong Bai's matter is that he balances his own affairs, so he must bear it.

"Forget it." Mr. Qu Fang withdrew the flute from Hengqing's hand: "I'm so old, I can't blow it anymore, and it doesn't make a difference to me whether there is a crack or not." ”

"But, little girl, I don't dare to teach you to play the flute."

If Rong Bai didn't know that this flute was a very important thing, then her brain could be rebuilt.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." Rong Bai was about to cry.

The importance of some things is much higher than its value, in the last days, who wants to move the things that Xiaoheng gave to Rong Bai, Rong Bai can even fight with others, even if the thing sent is just a cup of mashed potatoes.