Suzaku Street is still the same Suzaku Street, the street is 100 meters wide and magnificent, with shops on both sides lined up, flaming red lanterns hanging in rows, and street trees decorated with festive and auspicious decorations.

On the street, people from all over the world seem to regard Chang'an as their home.

What especially surprised Yang Jian was that in addition to his common yellow-skinned people on Chang'an Street, there were also brown-skinned, brown-skinned, white-skinned, and black-skinned people like black charcoal!

Is this the great ay of the people of the world?

Regarding the openness and strength of the Tang Empire, Yang Jian couldn't help but secretly speak.

And almost all of these people with all kinds of skin are dressed in the costumes of the Tang Empire, with wide robes and big sleeves, and the women are even more grease and powder, purple and red, and some people's makeup is really unbearable.

But Yang Jian still didn't laugh.

After all, he is also a young man from the 21st century who has seen the world, and there are more than 300,000 blacks in the city where he lived in his previous life, and white people are commonplace, so there is nothing unusual.

Grandpa Xu Geng had already found a stall when Yang Jian was shocked by the street scene of Chang'an, and this stall was something that the two of them had already taken a fancy to yesterday.

The stall is located at the junction of Zhuque Street and Pingkang Lane, which is the most prosperous street in Chang'an City, and Pingkang Lane is also one of the most lively streets and alleys.

People come and go, and the flow of people is overwhelming.

Not far from where his grandfather set up a stall, Yang Jian also saw several other artists in the artist village.

They nodded, smiled, and said hello.

Of course, what Yang Jian didn't know was that those people in the artist village saw Yang Jian's stall, which was the focus of their attention.

After grandpa put down his things, he took out a big bowl from the package he carried, the big bowl was a Haikou bowl for eating, grandpa put the Haikou bowl on the side of the road, Yang Jian knew that it was for receiving rewards, grandpa took out a small bench and put it on the snow, and then took out the huqin and sat quietly on the bench.

After debugging a few notes, Xu Geng began to enter the theme.

Yang Jian looked at his grandfather.

There was a slight smile on his face.

He suddenly felt that his grandfather's appearance was so quiet, his face was peaceful, and his grandfather's hand pulling the bow seemed to be suddenly full of the force of life.

The sound of the piano protrudes.

The air above Chang'an City seemed to suddenly tighten.

Grandpa pulled the military line this time.

A famous song describing the career of the Border Cypriot army.

There are no lyrics.

But the people of the Tang Dynasty seemed to understand what the huqin was saying.

Grandpa is not the first huqin master in Chang'an City, it is said that even the emperor once sent him an invitation to play in the palace, but he refused, he does not like restraint, he likes unrestrained life in the rivers and lakes.

Not long after Xu Geng's piano sounded, many people began to gather around.

From Xu Geng's piano sound, these people heard the yellow sand of the desert, the sadness of tracing thousands of miles of wind in the border land, the melancholy of homesickness that was so thick in the hearts of the soldiers that it could not be dissolved, and the despair that they could not choose between life and death.

The faces on people's faces are the same.

The color in the eyes is sad.

Gradually, the crowd of onlookers grew, more and more.

It's so much that it's already a bit of a drain.

Yang Jian saw that there were already people sparsely throwing copper coins into the Haikou bowl in front of Xu Geng.

One piece.

Two pieces.

Three.

……

Not long after, there were already a lot of copper coins in the Haikou bowl in front of my grandfather.

"This is the Huqin of Old Man Xu Geng!"

There were already people on tiptoe on the periphery of the crowd, as if they saw who was playing the violin, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes, Old Man Xu hasn't come to Chang'an to play the piano for many days, and I am fortunate to hear it today, what a blessing!"

It seems that he is an old music fan of Xu Geng, and after this person sighed, he forgot to throw two copper coins into the Haikou bowl.

Xu Geng's huqin performance has come to an end in the amazement of everyone.

He glanced at the crowd of onlookers and bowed deeply to them.

Food, clothing, parents.

Then Xu Geng raised his head, suddenly cleared his mouth, and said loudly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the old man's performance today is over—"

"Huh?"

"Shhhh

Before Xu Geng finished speaking, a burst of boos immediately sounded around him, which was a dissatisfied voice that was not satisfied.

"Don't shhh, old man, I also want to play a few more huqin for everyone, but the old man is old, and now his physical strength is no longer what it used to be, but don't be disappointed, I have a successor now——"

Xu Geng said this, and couldn't help but turn his head to glance at his precious grandson Yang Jian, who had been silent beside him.

"There is a successor to the old man?!"

Everyone was shocked, if there is a successor to Old Man Xu, then his housekeeping skills must have been completely inherited, which is not bad, at least, in the future, in Chang'an City, he will still hear Old Man Xu's Huqin.

Everyone looked for Xu Geng's eyes, but saw a **-year-old doll, born with white skin and beautiful appearance, red lips and white teeth, a fat round face, a pair of black eyes, shining like stars.

"Is that him?"

"Is that the kid?"

"Will that doll work?" ”

"How old is he, and he can play the huqin to inherit the mantle of Old Man Xu?"

“.……………”

Everyone said a word, and the scene suddenly became lively and noisy.

"Please be quiet, let's listen to the show brought to you by my grandson Yang Jian!"

After Xu Geng gave a deep look at the crowd of onlookers, he signaled Yang Jian to start.

Yang Jian nodded slightly to his grandfather Xu Geng, and picked up his musical instrument from the ground.

The guitar that Daddy Qin custom-made for himself.

He hung the guitar diagonally over his chest and gently ran his right hand over the strings.

In an instant, a series of personal beings like a clear spring flowed at once.

The crowd began to fall silent.

Although some of them are whispering:

"That kid's instrument doesn't look like Old Man Xu's huqin?"

"He's carrying a musical instrument?" ”

"Why haven't we ever met?"

"What's the name of the instrument? Why does the piano sound so good? ”

“.…………”

Yang Jian glanced at everyone, smiled slightly, and then stopped looking at them, his eyes focused on his strings and his fingers.

Today is his debut in the art career of the Tang Empire. But don't fail!

Although he was very calm on the surface, Yang Jian could feel that his fingers were trembling slightly, and the sweat in his palms was slowly leaching out.

He remembered the first time he was in that draft.

It was also a crowded day.

It was also a sunny day.

There were countless cameras pointed at him that day.

He closed his eyes.

At the beginning, it was the most glorious time in his previous life.

And then.

There was no more then.

"Before the story begins, in the first springs, when the sun shines on the poplars, the wind blows, the silver shines, the streets are calm and warm, and the clock walks so slowly, it was a time when I didn't know the taste of life.

I can't open my love yet, your shirt is like snow, looking forward to the fall of poplar leaves, your eyes are not blinking, there are some words in your heart, let's not talk about it first, waiting for the future that will be dressed up..............."

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