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"Let me introduce, this is Mr. Mo Yanmo, my neighbor and good friend. Lao Mo, this is Jiang Ya, and it is also our Jianghai City, a very good child, I grew up watching it since I was a child. Oh, these are her friends. Standing in the center of the living room, Ma Huaiyuan introduced with a smile.

"Oh, okay, please take a seat." Mo Yan politely let a few people to the sofa in the living room, but there was never a trace of a smile on his face, and he looked like an unsmiling person.

"I'm sorry, I'm too shabby here, and I don't have anything to entertain everyone." As Mo Yan spoke, he turned around and poured water for everyone, but let Jiang Ya take the lead.

After everyone sat down, Ma Huaiyuan opened his mouth with a smile.

"Old Mo, I'm going to the Three Treasures Hall today for nothing, I'm here to find something for you to do." Ma Huaiyuan said happily.

Mo Yan didn't speak, just looked at Ma Huaiyuan quietly, as if waiting for his next step. The expression on that thin face seemed to be so serious forever, and the smile seemed to be insulated from him.

Fortunately, Ma Huaiyuan was also accustomed to Mo Yan's appearance, and said to himself: "Old Mo, that's the case." This classmate Liu Yufan is a student of Jiang Ya. His piano level is very good, and he has improved very quickly, before, he has always been taught by Jiang Ya, but today Jiang Ya deliberately mentioned it to me, saying that she was a little struggling, so I remembered you. I don't need to say more about your skills, if you are willing to take this child, it will be really ......."

Before Ma Huaiyuan's words were finished, Mo Yan waved his hand and signaled him not to say any more, and his brows furrowed even tighter on his already serious face.

"Old Ma, I don't accept students." It's just seven words, but the rejection is crisp and neat, without any drag!

Hearing Mo Yan's words, several people were stunned, but they didn't expect this Mo Yan to refuse so simply. Even if he picks a student, he hasn't even heard Liu Yufan's performance, so why did he refuse it directly?

"Lao Mo, with your high level, it's a pity not to take students. I have seen Yufan, this kid play the piano, he is very talented and spiritual, you will definitely not regret accepting him as a student. Ma Huaiyuan is still working hard for Liu Yufan. After all, when he watched Liu Yufan play before, he was still quite impressed, for such a good seedling, Ma Huaiyuan really hoped that he could find a good teacher.

"Lao Ma, I don't accept students, it's not for someone, please understand." Mo Yan rarely explained a few words, but he didn't loosen up at all.

"Teacher Mo, let me say something." Seeing that things were about to come to an end, Jiang Ya hurriedly came out to play a round.

Hearing Jiang Ya interject, Mo Yan didn't speak, but just turned his gaze around. Looking at Mo Yan's burning gaze, Jiang Ya was actually a little inexplicably nervous, and secretly said in her heart: "How can there be such a strange person?" ”

"Maybe the more capable people are, the weirder their temper becomes." Jiang Ya secretly guessed.

"Teacher Mo, don't rush to make up your mind first, after all, you haven't heard Yu Fan's performance yet. I'll let him play a short part, and if you're not satisfied, we'll leave immediately, and if you think he's okay, then please think about it again, how about it? After Jiang Ya finished speaking, she didn't wait for Mo Yan to refuse, and immediately motioned for Liu Yufan to come over.

Although Liu Yufan was unwilling in his heart, this was Jiang Ya's order, and he had to do it.

Somewhat reluctantly carrying the bag containing the sheet music, Liu Yufan slowly got up from the corner of the sofa.

"Huh?" Mo Yan was a little impatient and wanted to refuse, but out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw something, and immediately all his attention was attracted!

At the same time, everyone also noticed that Mo Yan was wrong, he had a cold look on his face just now, but at this moment, he was short of breath and his eyes were wide open, as if he had seen something incredible and had been stimulated.

Everyone followed his gaze, it was Liu Yufan's direction, to be exact, the plastic bag containing the score in his hand.

The plastic bag is transparent, and the covers of several books inside can be clearly seen. It was just a few ordinary piano scores, and there was nothing special, and everyone didn't understand why Mo Yan had such a big reaction.

"Kid, show me the bag in your hand!" Mo Yan said at Liu Yufan, his tone changed from his previous indifference and became a little trembling!

Liu Yufan was also very strange in his heart, he didn't know how the bag in his hand had attracted the attention of this person.

handed it over with some hesitation, Liu Yufan was very worried in his heart, for fear that this Mo Yan would be excited and tear up his bag!

Mo Yan took the bag in Yu Fan's hand, and did not make more manic movements, he grabbed the bag with his left hand, reached into the bag with his right hand tremblingly, and took out the outermost book!

On the cover of the dusty flutter, the two vigorous brush words of "Drum Sutra" caught Mo Yan's eyes. Gently stroking the two words on the cover, his whole body couldn't help but tremble slightly!

"The Book of Drums"? Seeing Mo Yan's reaction to this book so big, he was a little strange. Because he was in a hurry to come out this morning, when he grabbed the sheet music from the piano, he easily loaded the book into it. Unexpectedly, the person named Mo Yan in front of him seemed to know this book. Could it really be such a coincidence?

Yu has been learning drums since childhood, and has traveled through several provinces with the opera troupe for decades, and has a lot of experience in drum music. Therefore, Yu devoted himself to several years, taking the folk ruler method and the oral transmission of drum music, and wrote a drum scripture, Mo Ting. ”

Suddenly, Liu Yufan's mind reflected such a passage, which was the opening words of "The Drum Sutra".

"By the way, Mo Ting, Mo Fan, these two people are surnamed Mo, they don't have anything to do with each other!" Liu Yufan's mind flashed through such a thought like lightning. But even he couldn't believe it.

Is it possible? It's like a novel!

Looking at Mo Yan's focused movements, anyone could see that he was excited at the moment, so everyone didn't bother him silently, just quietly waited for him to regain his composure.

Tremblingly opening the cover of the "Drum Sutra", looking at the beautiful vertical lines on the title page, Mo Yan stroked word by word, and slowly, his eyes were red!

After a while, he let out a long sigh and carefully closed the page.

The next moment, he looked at Liu Yufan fixedly, his gaze was so compelling and sharp, that Liu Yufan was a little afraid to look directly.

"Where did you get this book?" Mo Yan's voice was not high, but it carried a sense of inviolability.

"Mo~~ Mr." Liu Yufan really didn't know what to call the person in front of him, it was not appropriate to call him "Mo Lao", and he didn't agree to accept him as a student.

Fortunately, Mo Yan didn't care what kind of title Liu Yufan used at the moment, he only cared about this book!

"Mr. Mo, this book was given to me by an old artist in our village. When he sent me the book, he didn't go into details, but it was given to him by a traveling folk artist when he was learning art. Liu Yufan explained.

"That's it, so it is." Mo Yan muttered to himself, and suddenly asked again: "Didn't he mention the whereabouts of that folk artist?" ”

After speaking, without waiting for Liu Yufan to answer, he shook his head: "He has no fixed place, where will he have any whereabouts." I can't imagine it, hehe, I can't imagine that I Mo Yan can still see this handscroll of my father in my lifetime, and I don't know if his old man is at peace at this moment, hey, the sky has no eyes, and creation makes people ......" Mo Yan said this, he actually hid his face and cried, he couldn't be himself!

And hearing Mo Yan's words, the people in the room were dumbfounded!

"Father? Hand rolled? "This is really too bizarre, could it be that this book was actually written by Mo Yan's father?

"Guys, I'm sorry, I just lost my temper. Your name is Yufan, this book is for you, keep it well. Mo Yan glanced at the book with some reluctance, and then handed it to Liu Yufan. At this moment, he looked at Liu Yufan's eyes, and he was no longer as indifferent as he was just now, perhaps because of this book.

"No, Uncle Mo, since this book belongs to your father, of course it has been returned to its original owner now, and I can't ask for it." Liu Yufan hurriedly excused himself.

"Where am I his master, since my father gave you the book to the old artist in the village, it shows his recognition, and now that the old artist has passed it on to you, I believe it will not be taught for no reason. That being the case, this book is destined for you, and you take it, and there is no need to say it again. Mo Yan said and put the book in front of Liu Yufan.

"Huh?" When Mo Yan put the book back, he was surprised again, only to see him stretch out his hand and take out another book from Liu Yufan's plastic bag containing the piano score.

Li Chongguang's "Foundations of Music Theory"!

also turned the title page and looked at the very abstract letter M in the blank space in the lower right corner, Mo Yan smiled dumbly.

"Hehe, it turns out that this book is in your hands." Mo Yan looked at Liu Yufan with an unconcealed surprise in his eyes. Even he couldn't believe that there could be such a coincidence in this world.

"Who are you?" Liu Yufan looked at Mo Yan with some incredulity, and said in his heart, it can't be such a coincidence.

"This book is mine." Mo Yan said with a smile.

"This book is mine!" The simple six words made Liu Yufan's heart suddenly mixed.

There are surprises, there are surprises, but more than that, there is gratitude!

Liu Yufan suddenly stood up, bowed respectfully to Mo Yan, and said with gratitude: "Teacher Mo, thank you!" ”

Liu Yufan's bow and this "thank you" were from the bottom of his heart, and the moment he got the book, he was thinking about which selfless teacher generously gave the book to him. It is precisely because of this book that he has laid a solid theoretical foundation in that most difficult period, for the original owner of this book, Liu Yufan has always been grateful, and has always wanted to thank him in person, but I didn't expect to really see it today!

Seeing this dramatic scene, everyone else in the room was stunned!

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