From the simplest gripping posture, to how to climb the lattice by pressing the strings, how to pluck the strings, how to distinguish the different timbres represented by the four strings, etc., Yu Fei received the hand-in-hand teaching from his aunt.

Fang Yi taught very seriously, Yu Fei listened very "seriously", and because of the relationship he had already learned, he "comprehended" very quickly, which made Fang Yi more and more happy the more he taught, and the more he taught, the more excited he became, and he praised Yu Fei to the sky.

Feeling the happiness of his aunt from the bottom of his heart, Yu Fei felt that it was the right choice to accept the ukulele and make up his mind to learn music.

Moreover, picking up this once familiar ukulele, he has a kind of illusion of reversing time and space, and playing it is like talking to an old friend, which makes him enjoy the beautiful joy of experiencing music.

Good happiness itself was something he wanted to pursue after he was reborn, and if music could bring him such a thing, what reason should he not pursue it?

Maybe it's the difference in mentality, or maybe it's the young body and the years of precipitation, Yu Fei feels that he feels familiar with playing this ukulele, which is completely different from the helplessness of learning musical instruments in his previous life.

A person's experience will gradually improve with age and more contact with things.

But on the contrary, human talents, memories, and imaginations gradually diminish with age and experience.

Youth has the healthiest body, and it is the golden time for learning in life, whether it is memory, imagination and creativity.

And at such an age, coupled with the precipitation of the years without confusion, it is like a tiger with wings.

"You ask me how much I love you......"

Unconsciously, Yu Fei has "learned" the song "The Moon Represents My Heart", and can still sing while playing.

Although because he was worried that his aunt would see the flaws, Yu Fei tried his best to make himself play badly, and deliberately played wrong in some places, but Fang Yi was already so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.

Moreover, perhaps it was the precipitation of the years and the emotional experience that made Yu Fei's singing inexplicably more touching, which surprised Fang Yi very much, she never knew that her nephew sang so well.

In fact, Yu Fei himself was a little surprised, how could he feel so good when he sang? Could it be that this is a natural musical cell?

Yu Fei shook his head secretly in his heart, and suddenly remembered the song "Fireworks" that had been haunting his heart like a dream before he was reborn and woke up.

"Fireworks" used to be a song sung by Wu Qilong, a favorite member of the Little Tigers in his youth.

Is it a gift from heaven? Or is it the musical edification before rebirth?

Yu Fei can't figure it out, in fact, it doesn't matter if he can't figure out the reason, because for a person who wants to embark on the road of music, the wonderful feeling of singing is the most important.

Yu Fei suddenly had an impulse, he wanted to sing this song "Fireworks".

Gently put down the plucked fingers, and Yu Fei sang loudly.

"Always carelessly walking into the forest of sorrow again and again......"

Fang Yi's bright eyes widened, and her nephew's surprise to her was getting bigger and bigger, if the previous "The Moon Represents My Heart" was sung really well, then this "Fireworks" was undisputedly "good".

Even Fang Yi felt that his little nephew sang more beautifully than the original song.

Of course, this only represents her personal opinion.

After singing a song, Yu Fei's whole person was different, his spirit was flying and his aura was full, just like the feeling of dominating the audience when the king sang a song at a concert.

"Feifei, you sing this song so well, if you add ukulele accompaniment, it will be absolutely beautiful."

Fang Yi clapped her hands, looking at her nephew's radiant spirit, she had a feeling in her heart that if she continued at this pace, he would be a dazzling superstar in the future music scene.

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Throughout the morning, Yu Fei and Fang Yi were immersed in the beautiful atmosphere of teaching and entertainment.

It wasn't until Yu Fei's grandmother Chen Mei came to call the two to dinner that they hurried out of the room and came to the hall.

In the middle of the hall is a table of eight immortals of some age, and the edge of the table legs has special ornamentation and carving, Yu Fei remembers that ten years later, those who collect old furniture will pay a thousand to buy this table, but my grandfather did not sell it.

There are four four-foot stools on the four sides of the Eight Immortals Table, each four-foot stool can seat two people, and a table can seat eight people, from which the name of the Eight Immortals Table is probably derived.

The era of Jiuliu is different from that of later generations, and the banquet in Linxian is generally still used for banquets with this kind of eight immortals, unlike the large round tables used later, and a table is ten or twelve people.

The lunch meal was very rich, with braised carp and dried vegetables and pork that Yu Fei likes to eat.

Grandma's cooking skills are quite good, Yu Fei's aunt Fang Min and mother Fang Yun have been inherited and cook good dishes, but Aunt Fang Yi doesn't like to cook and can't cook, Yu Fei has almost never seen his aunt cook in his memory.

During the meal, grandfather Fang Jianguo naturally asked about Yu Fei and Fang Yi playing the piano and singing in the room.

Fang Yi was a little excited: "Dad, Feifei is very talented in music, not only sings well, but also learns musical instruments quickly. ”

Fang Jianguo smiled kindly: "Yes, then you can teach him well, but you can't delay your study." Of course, the old man wanted his grandson to learn folk music and pass on his skills, but he was not in a hurry.

Fang Yi smiled and said: "Don't worry, Feifei's grades are good, he wins the first place every year, and the awards on the wall are all pasted." ”

Yu Fei smiled and said, "Aunt Cheng praised me, Feifei didn't dare to be ashamed." ”

Chen Mei smiled, "Yo, we Feifei is quite modest, come, grandma will give you a piece of meat and reward you." ”

"Thank you, grandma, grandma's dried vegetables and pork are the best." Yu Fei enjoyed the love of his relatives and did not hesitate to praise him.

"If it's delicious, you can eat more." When Chen Mei heard her grandson's praise, her heart was sweet and she couldn't stop smiling.

Perhaps it was her grandson's sensibility that made Chen Mei very happy, so she also opened the conversation box and recalled the events of her childhood with Yu Fei.

"Feifei, do you remember the big orchard at the foot of Fairy Peak, when you were seven years old, your grandmother took you to pick fruits."

"It seems that there is still ......an impression," said his grandmother, and Yu Fei's memory immediately jumped out of the hundreds of acres of fruit forest, where there were peaches, plums, pears, bayberry, apricots, chestnuts and walnuts.

When he was seven years old, Yu Fei's memory was naturally blurred, but in later life, he was a big tree king who had specially painted an orchard.

The reason why it can be painted is not only that its old trees have new branches, but also become the famous "walnut tree king" later, with an annual output of more than 800 catties of walnuts.

It's more because of the memory that the grandfather especially regretted that he did not agree to contract this fruit forest at that time, but let Li Lingen, who had the worst relationship with him in the village, take advantage of the big tree king.

And this big tree king, according to his grandfather, was personally planted by the ancestor of the old Fang family during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty.