"Who are you calling?" As soon as Chen Chuan hung up the phone, Lu Yuanyuan came out from behind him.

Chen Chuan was so frightened by his inadvertent appearance that he almost threw his phone into the river, and he said weakly: "No one, my girlfriend." ”

"Haven't you been dumped?" Lu Yuanyuan said, looking at Chen Chuan with a pair of eyes, his eyes were full of disgust.

"Re-...... Compounded. Chen Chuan said with a dry smile.

Chen Chuan's lying heart was embarrassing in Lu Yuanyuan's eyes, and he rolled his eyes when he looked up to the sky: "Look at your appearance!" ”

Chen Chuan put the phone back in his pocket, his fingers touched a cold bamboo piece, he suddenly remembered what Yue Qingchuan gave him, when he left Ciqikou, Yue Qingchuan turned out a thing for him to bring to Lu Yuanyuan, it was three pieces of bamboo, connected together, like a fan, but according to Yue Qingchuan, this is a musical instrument, called Zhukou string.

"Give it to him when you get on the boat, and don't let him see it until you get on the boat." Yue Qingchuan sent Chen Chuan to the door and instructed him.

"Then he asked me who gave it to me, what should I do?"

"You just said you met me." Yue Qingchuan stroked his forehead, "Let's just say that you met my former idol me, and after chatting happily for a long time, I entrusted you with this thing and handed it over to him." "Anyway, Lu Yaoyuan will already be on the ship by then, and it will be too late to come back to him.

Chen Chuan knew Yue Qingchuan's concerns, but he said: "But we still have to come back in three days, and after recording the show, we have to take the plane back to the imperial capital from Chongqing." ”

"I'm out of business after three days." Yue Qingchuan gritted his teeth and said.

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"Brother Yuan, I have something for you." Chen Chuan handed the bamboo string from his pocket to Lu Yuanyuan, he didn't know what special meaning this thing had, so Yue Qingchuan would rather choose not to open it than ask him to hand it over to Lu Yuanyuan.

Lu Yuanyuan didn't immediately receive it, he was stunned for a long time, took it like a marionette, and waited until the piece of bamboo that still carried Chen Chuan's body temperature touched his palm, and then he came back to his senses: "Who gave this to you?" ”

"Yue Qingchuan." Chen Chuan honestly followed Yue Qingchuan's instructions and said, "I met him at Ciqikou that day, and I recognized him immediately, and wanted to pull him over to meet you, but he didn't want to, so he gave me this and let me bring it to you." ”

"Why didn't you give it to me earlier!" Lu Yuanyuan shouted.

Chen Chuan was forced to lower his head by his magic voice: "This is what he ordered, he said that he was afraid that you would beat him, so let me leave it to you when we left." ”

"Don't want your year-end bonus this year." Lu Yuanyuan huffed and turned his head away.

"Why!" Chen Chuan regretted taking this errand very much, he expected that Lu Yaoyuan would be angry, but he didn't expect that his year-end bonus would be deducted all of a sudden.

Lu Yaoyuan waved his hand, indicating that he didn't want to talk to Chen Chuan anymore, he was like a sulking child, standing at the front of the deck alone, blowing his hair in the wind in front of him, he looked down at the thing that was held in his hand like a treasure, for a long time, he picked up the bamboo string, put it to his mouth, and gently plucked the reed with his left hand.

His professional posture aroused Chen Chuan's great interest, and he quietly leaned over, but what he didn't expect was that Lu Yuanyuan was not professional at all, and the tune he blew not only had no melody at all, but the piercing sound was mixed with the whistling wind, like a female ghost crying. Luckily there were no children on deck, otherwise they would have been scared to tears.

"Brother Yuan, enough is enough, can you stop for a while?" This is really too ugly, if it goes on like this, Chen Chuan is afraid that it will cause the apes on both sides of the strait to cry together, so he tried to interrupt Lu Yuanyuan, and suddenly a few drops of cold water hit Chen Chuan in the face along the blowing wind, Chen Chuan subconsciously looked up at the sky, but found that it was not raining.

The heart-rending voice finally stopped slowly, and Lu Yuanyuan turned his head, it turned out that he had already burst into tears.

"Brother Yuan, don't force it if you can't blow it, this thing looks quite complicated, I don't blame you if I don't blow it well, don't cry." Chen Chuan comforted Lu Yuandao.

"Get out!" Lu Yuandao.

"Good!" Chen Chuan obediently rolled to the side, and then he saw Lu Yuanyuan squatting down along the railing, speaking in a muffled voice, as if talking to himself, "He only taught me twice, how can I still remember how to blow it, I can blow it is already very good." ”

"Him?" Chen Chuan didn't understand who the "he" in Lu Yuanyuan's mouth was referring to, "Is it Yue Qingchuan?" ”

"He only tinkers with his broken erhu all day long, pulling it like a ghost crying, where can he blow this?"

If Yue Qingchuan's erhu was like a ghost crying, then Lu Yuanyuan's mouth strings were blowing like a howl from the deepest part of hell, Chen Chuan couldn't help but complain about his **: "That's Wang Ling?" ”

Hearing this name, Lu Yaoyuan shuddered, he raised his head and looked at the ink-like sky above his head, with stars dotted on it: "Wang Ling is a Hui person, this mouth string has been passed down from generation to generation by his family, and when it comes to him, he will only play one tune." He said that the bamboo strings were only used by girls, and as long as he played a song to a young man who was suitable, the young man would fall in love with that girl. A tune that he has played in its entirety to only one person. ”

Chen Chuan also squatted down beside Lu Yuanyuan: "Is that person you?" "Wang Ling is a Hui, then he must also be a □□, □□ religion prohibits same-sex love, then his feelings will inevitably violate his beliefs, no wonder he became depressed later. Chen Chuan also raised his head and looked at the sky, the bright galaxy turned into a deep chasm in his eyes, Lu Yuan at one end of the ditch, and Wang Ling at the other end of the ditch.

Chen Chuan, who was extremely imaginative, then heard Lu Yuanyuan's negative answer: "I also hope that person is me, but not me." ”

After a short silence, there was only the sound of "whirring" in his ears, Chen Chuan really didn't know how to comfort Lu Yaoyuan, he scratched his head, thought for a long time, and held back a sentence: "That's really a pity." ”

"Get out!" Lu Yaoyuan said again.