The green flute kept nodding, quite gratifying to my daughter's early growth, "Even if you still have a little brain, you won't die stupid." ”

"But everyone in the underworld has it!"

This is what Gu Huanhuan didn't understand, the reincarnation instrument belongs to office utensils, and everyone in the underworld has one, and the mobile phone has no ability to determine life and death except for collecting the soul and immediately processing the soul into reincarnation, without going to the underworld for trial.

"You stupid fork, don't you see that yours is different from theirs?"

The little flute is very smart, that is, the words are a little underplayed.

"I don't see it, and besides, I'm not a real underworld worker, and I can't pick up others, and I can only say what I say in black and white."

Little Dizi: I'm dead, I'm angry.

"By the way, tell me what's the matter! You can't come out just to scold me! ”

"Oh oh oh" Xiao Dizi pouted, "I was so angry that I almost forgot, this is the music score, and if you practice well, you may be able to control that flying stiffness." ”

Xiao Dizi didn't know where to pull out a chapter of music and hand it to Gu Huanhuan.

Gu Huanhuan took the oversized bamboo leaf, and before he could put it away, Shen Qingluo came in with water.

At first glance, I saw the oversized bamboo leaves in her hands.

"Huanhuan, where did you get such big leaves?"

Gu Huanhuan handed him the leaves, "The music score, the bamboo flute gave it, and it was said that if you practice well, you can control that flying stiffness, but I don't have any sense of music." ”

"Show me."

Shen Qingluo took the huge bamboo leaf, and when he saw the golden text on it, he subconsciously hummed it.

Gu Huanhuan handed him the flute, "Try to blow it and see if you can blow it." ”

Shen Qingluo took the flute and looked at it carefully, "You seem to be a bone flute." ”

The so-called bone flute is made of bones.

Gu Huanhuan took it back into his hand, "Bone flute? Can you tell what the bone is? I always have an inexplicable familiarity with this flute, as if I had used it. ”

Shen Qingluo shook his head, "I can't see it, I just know that this flute is very old and the workmanship is very good." ”

couldn't see it, Gu Huanhuan could only give up.

"Then let's see if you can blow this tune."

Shen Qingluo pointed to the water that was fetched, "You wash up first, I'll try it." ”

Gu Huanhuan nodded and agreed, and went to wash up first, while Shen Qingluo tried to blow the tune out.

At first, it was intermittent, but then it became more and more coherent, and it also had the original appearance of the song, and the more Gu Huanhuan listened to it, the more he felt that this song was a spell, with a transcendent ability to control and tame.

Even if she doesn't have a good sense of musicality, she wants to try it, as if she doesn't need musical cells to blow this thing.

After washing, she walked over and took the flute, "It's your turn to wash, I'll try it." ”

Shen Qingluo looked at her suspiciously, and finally didn't say anything, and went directly to wash.

Gu Huanhuan didn't know how to read the score, so she followed the tune that Shen Qingluo played in her memory, trying one tone at a time, and finally blew it very jerky, so she simply put it down and practiced again when she had time.

The next day, I woke up early in the morning.

Shen Qingluo pulled Gu Huanhuan up and took the paper again and copied it for her.

It also marked her clearly whether it was the first hole or the second hole on the flute, "Huanhuan, you follow this, and it will be done slowly, and I will teach you a better way when I have time." ”

Gu Huanhuan took the paper, which was densely filled with one, two, three, four, and looked angry and funny, but it was really useful.