At night, the village fell dark.

Yumatang is far away from other villages, and there are no electric lights. Most of the families were chilled out in their courtyards, and only a few of the kerosene lamps lit by them stubbornly stood against the dark night sky of the countryside.

In the courtyard of Xiao Yifeng's house, Yifeng's grandfather, parents, and uncles and aunts gathered together to chat. Next to him, Yifeng's cousin Long Yifei was doing his homework seriously. My cousin is already in the third grade in the township and has a lot of good books, which makes Long Yifeng envious. And Long Yifeng himself was muttering to his little tail Wang Jing, not knowing what he was busy with.

"Child King, why don't you go outside to play today?" Grandpa Yifeng couldn't help but tease him when he saw that Xiao Yifeng rarely stayed at home so quietly.

As soon as Xiao Yifeng heard his grandfather call him, he immediately ran into his grandfather's arms, touched his beard and said, "It's dark, there are snakes outside." Didn't the fourth uncle get bitten by a snake yesterday?"

"Hehe, little ghost, do you know how to be afraid?" Grandpa stroked Xiao Yifeng's head lovingly.

"I want to go out too, but I want to hear my grandfather play the erhu. ”

Xiao Yifeng pulled his grandfather's beard and said, Wang Jing also coaxed on the side: "Pull the erhu, pull the erhu, master and grandpa." ”

"Okay, bring the erhu, today grandpa will come to you little monkeys for two paragraphs. "Today, Long Yifeng's grandfather was very happy, performed two songs, and hummed while playing. The sound of the erhu renders the night in the mountain village extraordinarily silent and leisurely.

Xiao Yifeng likes to listen to his grandfather play erhu. It is said that shortly after he was born, he cried so much that the adults tried their best. In the end, grandpa inadvertently pulled the erhu, and Xiao Yifeng stopped crying when he heard the sound of the erhu. From then on, whenever Xiao Yifeng cried, as long as he held the erhu a few times, he would be quiet. After he was a little older, he always asked his grandfather to play the erhu when he had nothing to do, and now Wang Jing is also keen on the erhu!

Today, the courtyard of Xiao Yifeng's house is full of joy.

Grandpa was happy and also contributed to the trouble, and pulled Yifeng's big uncle out to perform the flute with everyone. Yifeng's uncle disciple plays quite well, and his grandfather's erhu is of the same level. As soon as the melodious flute sounded, the night in the mountain village became extraordinarily full of charm. Listen and listen, grandpa's erhu also sounded, and the sound of the erhu and the flute were in harmony. After a long run-in between the two folk musicians, there is actually a different effect and style. Everyone was so drunk that the other courtyards were quiet, for fear of disturbing the thoughts and musicality of the two performers.

At the end of the song, the village is still quiet, and the occasional dog barking breaks the peace and pulls people's thoughts back to reality. Xiao Yifeng reluctantly announced to everyone: "From now on, I want to learn to play the erhu and play the flute." ”

So, in the days and nights that followed, there would always be intermittent, high and low, sometimes chaotic erhu sounds such as grinding teeth, sometimes sharp, sometimes low, and so depressed that people wanted to hit the wall headlong until Yifeng's erhu and disciples had a small achievement. At this time, the villagers knew that it was Xiao Yifeng, the mischievous ghost of the village head of the Ping family, who was pounding the musical instruments that had been happy and enjoyable around them, and whenever this time, the villagers especially missed and hated Yifeng's grandfather and uncle, because they brought happiness and pain.

In the early morning of the next day, Xiao Yifeng was pulled out of the quilt by the old man, and he got dressed in a daze to climb the mountain and exercise in the morning. Before leaving, the little one did not forget to stick a flute in his pocket. An old man and a young man walked out of the village, crossed the stone bridge at the edge of the village, and began to walk towards the top of the mountain opposite the village. This is the only road in the village that leads to the outside of the mountain. Xiao Yifeng has been accompanying his grandfather to climb this mountain every day since he was four years old, except for stormy days, the rest of the day has not stopped. Every time he climbs the mountain, Xiao Yifeng jumps up and down like a monkey, and he never gets tired of it. But today he is holding a flute and playing endlessly. The old man didn't care about him, and climbed his own mountain without hurry as usual, occasionally shouting twice, and moving his hands and feet.

When the two climbed to the top of the mountain, the sun finally showed its red face, like a large balloon filled with one. Xiao Yifeng obediently put away the flute, and after a proper movement, he stood beside the old man and followed him to play the set of Tai Chi that he was skilled and could not be more proficient. Although his hands were constantly gesturing, he was pondering the skills of playing the flute in his heart. Last night, his uncle couldn't help Xiao Yifeng's hard work, and finally taught him some basic knowledge. Xiao Yifeng practiced for most of the night and did not fully digest it, and the whole village of poor Yumatang was tormented by the noise for half a night.

The old man made a gesture in a proper manner, but Long Yifeng could follow closely without any mistake, as if he was engrossed. Maybe it makes perfect, after more than two years of exercise, Xiao Yifeng has a good understanding of the number of ways in the whole set of Taijiquan and his grandfather's boxing speed, so he can actually think about the flute while practicing boxing. After the grandfather and grandson finished beating two sets of Tai Chi twice, they began to shout down the mountain.

Long Yifeng was still playing the flute while walking. However, anyone who listens attentively will notice that the sound of the flute has sounded much better than last night, and occasionally there will be one or two pleasant notes. The old man who walked in front also smiled and nodded lightly when he heard this.

Back at home, my mother had already started breakfast. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xiao Yifeng pestered his grandfather to learn some erhu skills, and then stayed aside to play with it. After the meal, Wang Jing went to Yifeng's house on time to wait for them. So the grandfather and grandson plus Wang Jing walked to the bell and drum tower at the edge of the village to start a day's teaching activities.

When they came to the "classroom", the friends surrounded Long Yifeng in the middle, some asked him questions, some asked him for comment, some rushed to play his flute, and some had nothing to say.

Normally, every morning the children have to fight for a while before the old man starts teaching. There is no limit to the content of his class, it can be a three-character scripture or a story. Originally, he learned more complicated, and this itself is not a formal school, so he thought of what to teach. Anyway, parents just leave their children in the care of the old man. In this way, his lessons have become rich and colorful, and they are very popular with children. When it comes to some more formal and serious places, he will have a serious face just like yesterday when he called the Three Character Classic. I guess it was too much influenced by the master who was in a private school when I was a child. But the children are not afraid of him, most of them call him grandpa, and those with family ties are called by generation.

This morning, he told a few short stories and then let the children play on their own for a while. When school is about to end, I come back in the afternoon to memorize what I learned yesterday. Immediately, the teachers were in chaos, and many children were afraid that they would not be punished if they could not memorize it. Except for a few confident children.

After lunch, Long Yifeng took Wang Jing to run up the mountain again, preparing to see the giant bird he saw yesterday. But when they approached, no bird flew out, and they were surprised. When I walked to the bird's nest, I saw that the eggs that had been neatly stacked yesterday were gone, and there were no feathers left in the nest.

"They must have known we had moved, so they removed the eggs. "Long Yifeng also heard his grandfather say that some birds will move away after they are discovered.

"Brother Yifeng, how did the birds move the eggs? They don't have pockets or hands. ”

"How do you know they don't have pockets? It's possible for a bird that grows that big to have a pocket. Actually, Long Yifeng himself couldn't figure out how the bird moved, so he had to answer casually. Wang Jing has always been the head of Long Yifeng, and has never doubted what he said, in his mind, Brother Yifeng is omnipotent.

Hearing Long Yifeng say this, she said to herself, "Yes, they must have hidden their pockets under their wings." ”

The two of them were a little discouraged because they didn't see the birds, and they walked listlessly on the ridges and in the countryside. Before he crossed the wide field, Long Yifeng took out the flute again to practice. Although the staccato flute sound was not at all full of charm, it didn't sound as uncomfortable as it had been last night.

When they returned to the Bell and Drum Tower, the old man had already started his class. One of the children is reciting yesterday's content. Seeing the two of them come in, the old man asked them to stand at the front of the classroom and asked them to memorize them until everyone had finished reciting. Both of them recited fluently, and the old man was pleased to let them return to their seats.