"What do you say"

Hearing this, Huang Haibin was very sensitive, and his reaction was particularly intense, and the stool staggered back.

"Sit well"

Yang Jiaqing, who was behind him, said a word dissatisfiedly, pushed his body straight, and continued to lie on him.

Hurriedly turned his head to look at the stage, he didn't pay attention to the host's speech just now!

I saw an old man with gray hair, sitting straight on the stage, wearing a sheep sticky hat, holding an erhu in his left hand and placing it on his left leg close to his lower abdomen, not looking old at all.

Seeing that it was a relatively low-sound instrument, the students on the playground consciously quieted down.

The old man on the stage sat on a chair without saying a word, gently stroking the erhu, like a lover in his eyes, and his eyebrows were full of stories.

"Hey! O Emperor! You left so early, and now I'm the only one left to fly solo."

The old man sighed with regret, and there was a touch of loneliness in his cloudy eyes, looking at the classmates below the stage.

Pick up the stringed pole with your right hand and put it on the erhu, and your left hand naturally bends and pulls it up gently!

"This old man belongs to your village"

Yang Jiaqing raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, and asked with some surprise, wanting to confirm it from his mouth.

Sun Huimin, who was on the side, quietly pricked up his ears, still in a cold war with him.

Curious about what's going on around him!

"Hmmm! This is my Erhu Mr. next door to my house."

Huang Haibin nodded, his eyes dimmed, and his mood was a little low.

"That's not right! What the host said is obviously an erhu duo, how can you become Mr. Erhu in your mouth?"

Yang Jiaqing asked a little curiously, what the host said to him is obviously not right!

"It turns out that there are two Erhu duoxiong, they are very loved by the people in our village, and they like to go to the green trees by the creek after dinner in the evening and play a song together"

"The children happily sat around and listened to them play the erhu"

"They like to go to their homes to fight chess after playing erhu, and they will not rest if they don't eat each other."

"They like to go to the hillside behind the village to do Tai Chi in the morning of the first rise."

"And many, many more"

It all feels as if it happened yesterday.

"Later, another Erhu Shuangxiong said that he was tired and wanted to go to a very distant place"

"Since then, the Erhu Shuangxiong has become Mr. Erhu, and the Erhu Shuangxiong has become a good story for the people in the village after tea and dinner"

"Mr. Erhu has no opponent in the game, I have never seen him pull the erhu under the green trees by the stream, and I have never seen him practice Tai Chi on the hillside behind the village."

"Until now, it's been a full decade"

Huang Haibin said it softly, his heart ached, his nose was a little sore, and he couldn't let the tears fall.

"And then! Didn't the man say he wanted to come back?"

Yang Jiaqing asked a little unsatisfied, what a pity!

Sun Huimin stretched out his little hand and held him tightly, only to feel as uncomfortable as being blocked by something in his heart!

I glanced at her and smiled, showing a look that I was fine!

Looking up at the starry sky, it was as dark as when he had just lost his grandfather.

"I can't come back, I'll never come back, the other person of Erhu Shuangxiong is my grandfather who sleeps underground"

Yang Jiaqing was completely shocked, but he didn't expect the identity of Erhu Shuangxiong's other person to be his good brother's grandfather.

With a "boom", Sun Huimin only felt that his brain was blank, and a deep sense of sadness arose.

She was still moved by the story just now, but now she suddenly felt that Huang Haibin was a little pitiful, at least she could pull her old man's beard.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked so much"

Yang Jiaqing expressed deep apologies, and blamed himself in his heart for being cheap.

"It's okay, it's been so many years, I've seen it a long time ago"

Huang Haibin smiled indifferently, on the surface, the wind was light, but there was a tearing feeling in his heart.

Grandpa, I miss you, you know?

There is a deep longing in my heart.

Mr. Erhu's strings are melodious and abrupt, and listening to them makes people feel a sense of loneliness and sadness.

Many students who understood it, tears fell down, even the students who didn't understand, they couldn't feel happy, and there was a weird atmosphere in the whole playground.

Suddenly, Mr. Erhu's right hand pulled up quickly, and his body followed his movements, swinging slightly.

The sound of the strings turned from sad to high, as if there were thousands of troops and horses fighting.

Many students have fantasized that they are a general, leading thousands of troops to fight on the battlefield!

The strings stopped, and Mr. Erhu silently walked off the stage with the erhu.

"Alas! It's not the charm of the past."

Mr. Erhu shook his head and sighed, deeply feeling the flaws in the sound of the strings.

In the broad back, there is a deep loneliness.

If it weren't for the gray hair on his head, he wouldn't have been able to tell that he was an old man in his sixties.

Huang Haibin's eyes glanced around, and he didn't know which people from their village came with this old man.

The classmates under the stage smashed their mouths unsatisfied, why is there such a beautiful sound in the world!

The host Shanshan walked on the stage, and the sound of the strings just now lingered in her ears like a dream, lingering.

"Was this old man's performance wonderful just now?"

Ask out loud on stage with the microphone.

There was a quiet place under the playground, and the lingering string sound lingered in the ears of the students!

The host smiled a little awkwardly, this kind of cold situation was the first time he had encountered it.

"Is the erhu played by this old man just now good?"

I took the microphone and asked again.

"Good"

"Bang Bang"

The students on the playground reacted, and burst out with overwhelming sounds, warm applause, and a buzzing eardrum!

Not only is it good, but after listening to it, people can't extricate themselves, and they want to listen to it a second time.

"Huh! It seems that this old man's performance has completely attracted the attention of the students, let us give this old man a warm applause."

The host took the microphone and shouted loudly, and the applause came one after another.

The sound of Mr. Erhu's strings completely conquered the ears of the students and made people forget to return!

"It's so good, it's so good, I've never heard such a nice sound"

Yang Jiaqing was sincerely amazed, not because Mr. Erhu had a relationship with Huang Haibin, but because his strings were really, really good!

"Huh! In fact, the erhu duo ensemble is much better than this, you don't notice, it seems to be missing a charm."

Huang Haibin smiled in a low voice, remembering the scene when he was lying on his grandfather's back and sitting under the green tree by the stream with Mr. Erhu, that is the real rhythm of the world!

"I don't think"

Yang Jiaqing shook his head, he felt that the sound just now was quite good.

Huang Haibin was silent, that was because Yang Jiaqing had not heard the voice of the year, if he had heard the voice of the year, I am afraid he would not feel that way.