Qiao Yue breathed a sigh of relief and rushed away with a red face. After a while, Sun Shao's ring head knife was taken. Sun Shao pulled out the knife in his hand, raised and dropped the knife, cut down a bamboo that had already been in the phase, and cut off the excess part, then returned to his yard, took out a patter (a short knife like a dagger) from the room, and sat on the steps to get busy. In his previous life, his flute skills were famous, and he was easy to do such things as bamboo flutes, and in this life he had a strong body, and his physical strength was incomparable to that in his previous life. In less than an hour, a turquoise bamboo flute was born in his hand.

"You're blowing horizontally." Qiao Yue suddenly realized.

"Sideways blowing?" Sun Shao was a little disappointed, it turned out that he had been busy for a long time, but he only made an existing musical instrument, and he had no sense of accomplishment at all.

"Yes, young master, you used to like to blow sideways." Qiao Yue touched her head a little puzzled: "However, it doesn't seem to be so long, and it doesn't have so many holes." Young master, have you done something wrong and are you still missing a mouthpiece? ”

Sun Shao burst out laughing, it seems that his flute is somewhat similar to what Qiao Yue said, but it is not the same thing. He stood up, tucked his hip into the scabbard, and strode toward the backyard.

Daqiao looked at the piccolo made by Sun Shao, and it was also a little strange, she took it in her hand and looked at it over and over again, pointed to the bamboo film that had just been pasted on the mouthpiece and asked, "Aman, what are you?" It seems to be blowing horizontally but not horizontally, what is this film for? ”

Sun Shao took the bamboo flute a little proudly, put it to his mouth, licked his lips, and played the bamboo flute. Although the bamboo flute was made in a hurry, the timbre was still audible. The melodious flute sound flew out from the piccolo, the cheerful rhythm made people feel refreshed, the youngest Qiao Yue listened, his eyebrows flew and danced, if it weren't for his mother and wife in front of him, maybe he would be able to dance, that is, the middle-aged Qiao Ying and the always steady bridge listened, and his face was a little happy.

With the flute flute, the worry on Ohashi's face disappeared, and she showed a faint smile: "In this way, I can handle it." ”

Sun Shao was a little sad, he had such a delicate flute sound, but he could just "cope with it"? The vision of this bridge is inevitably too high. In fact, he was misunderstood. Ohashi thought that the bamboo flute he made was a horizontal blow, and the horizontal blowing was just a musical instrument in the army, the rhythm was cheerful, and the majestic was beautiful, and the music between the banquets was not the same, and the horizontal blowing was used for banquets, which was not very suitable, but Ohashi knew that he was good at military affairs, and probably could only play some such tunes, but he didn't think too much. To be honest, such a piece can only be regarded as a wild tune for Ohashi, who is elegant and beautiful, and it has already encouraged him to give him a "coped" evaluation.

Daqiao saw that although Sun Shao was still smiling freely, there was some excitement between his eyebrows, thinking that his words hit him again, and he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. This time, Sun Shao was willing to accompany her to the Zhou Mansion for a banquet, most of which was still filial piety to her, otherwise with the affection between him and the three brothers and sisters of the Zhou family, he would not go at all. With this gratitude in it, Daqiao was a little more concerned, and praised Sun Shao a few words.

Sun Shao quickly heard it, but didn't say anything, and blew a few more songs that seemed more elegant to him, and let Daqiao pick a spare one with her aesthetic vision. They talked about the rhythm, of course, Daqiao said it and Sun Shao listened to it a lot, but Sun Shao's ability to talk to her about the rhythm was enough to surprise Daqiao, not to mention that he could occasionally say some novel ideas, and the more the two talked, the more speculative they became, and they forgot the time for a while. Bridge usually rarely talks to people, when Sun Ce is alive, he only cares about fighting, and he doesn't have the mood to talk about music at all, and he doesn't understand this, and then Sun Shao grew up, and Sun Ce is also as obsessed with military affairs as Sun Ce, and he has no interest in music and rhythm, these more than ten years, most of the time Daqiao is entertaining himself, and it is rare to have a bosom friend, and his sister Xiaoqiao occasionally comes to visit, and always does not forget to mention her wishful husband Zhou Yu or a few outstanding children, so that Daqiao is angry, like the scene of learning from each other with Sun Shao today, For the bridge is the first time in more than ten years, if you must compare, only before the bridge family was defeated, the scene when he and his sister were in the middle school of the house is similar.

People are in good spirits on happy occasions, Ohashi's pale face showed a rare expression of joy, Qiao Ying saw it, rejoiced in his heart, and hid aside to secretly wipe his tears. Since the death of the head of the family, Qiao Rui, has not been so happy for more than ten years. As Qiao Ying, who has watched Daqiao grow up and has treated Daqiao as half a daughter, this situation made her very emotional, she quietly called Qiao Yue aside, and ordered softly: "Ah Yue, go to the kitchen and give an order, let them prepare more refreshing vegetable food, Madame is in a good mood today, maybe you can eat two more bites." ”

"Ugh." Qiao Yue saw that her mother was so happy that she cried, and she was also very happy, so she hurriedly went lightly.

Time passed quickly, and when Daqiao picked out a tune for Sun Shao, he revised a few tunes, saying that it was noon, and it was time for lunch. Qiao Yue led a few servants and went upstairs with a few food tables. Smelling the smell of food, Daqiao and Sun Shaocai came back to their senses, the two looked at each other and smiled, put down their musical instruments, cleaned their hands in the copper basin, sat opposite each other, and ate their own meals.

Lunch was not much, a bronze kettle with soup mixed with minced meat, a plate of dried meat that had been eaten in the morning, a plate of green sunflowers, a plate of sauce, a plate of mustard, and then a bowl of rice.

Sun Shao was hungry, so he first drank a mouthful of soup in the kettle, and then grabbed the rice and stuffed it into his mouth. Although there are chopsticks in the Han Dynasty, but the meal does not use the chopsticks, but grabs them with their hands, pinched them into a ball and sends them to the mouth, the good rice is particular about pinching up a ball, loosening and not connected, Sun Shao was very unaccustomed to eating this kind of rice at the beginning, but after eating it for more than ten days, he could barely accept it. After swallowing a few mouthfuls of rice in a row, he padded his stomach, then he picked up the bamboo chopstick, took the preserved meat and green sunflower, dipped it in the sauce and sorrel, and sent it to his mouth to eat it in a big gulp, and after a while, he sent all the food on the table to his stomach, put down the bamboo chopsticks with satisfaction, and patted his stomach.

"Mother, why don't you eat?" Seeing that the food in front of the bridge was basically unchanged, Sun Shao couldn't help but ask in surprise.

Daqiao just drank a few mouthfuls of soup and ate two bites of rice, and part of the reason for this was that he was in a good mood, and his good appetite was brought up by watching Sun Shao gobble up, but that's all, she basically didn't move the meal that Qiao Ying asked people to prepare.

"I'm full." Daqiao put down the bamboo chopsticks and said lightly.

Sun Shao glanced at the food table in front of the bridge and understood a little. He is in good health, has a good appetite, and eats deliciously, so he is not too picky about the taste of these drinking dishes, but Daqiao is different, she is in a bad mood, her body is weak, and her appetite is naturally poor, and these things in front of her are obviously not suitable for patients like her, and it is normal to eat less. Don't say anything else, just say that the rice, he can't swallow it, let alone the bridge.

"Madame, you can take two more bites." Qiao Ying looked at the bridge distressedly.

Daqiao looked at Qiao Ying gratefully, and smiled silently: "I know it's your kindness, but I really can't eat it, let people withdraw." ”

"Madam, you have only eaten so little, how is it enough, you have to go to the Zhou Mansion tomorrow, if you don't eat a little more, how can you have the strength at that time?" Qiao Yingyang begged.

"I can't eat it anymore." Ohashi waved his hand weakly, his face became more and more pale, and the sight of these dried meats made her feel like she was vomiting.

Qiao Ying wanted to wait for further persuasion, but when she saw that Daqiao looked exhausted, she couldn't bear to say any more, just looked at the untouched food on the food table and was worried. At this moment, Sun Shao stood up: "Aunt Qiao, my mother doesn't want to eat these, so let people withdraw first." Xiao Yue'er, follow me to the kitchen to see if there is anything delicious. ”

Qiao Ying looked at Sun Shao in surprise, why did this young master, who usually never goes into the kitchen, go to the kitchen today? Listening to his tone, it seems that he still needs to give the bridge some delicious food? Not only was she surprised, but even Daqiao and Qiao Yue were very surprised, and they all looked at Sun Shao.

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