Huo Qingzhou stopped, the Four Seasons Hall was in front, looking from here, you could see the shadows in front of the door, and the people who opened the pharmacy were all working day and night, even if it was a curfew, the city patrol soldiers would not go to the pharmacy to manage the three pipes and four, not to mention a small place like Tongzhou, the curfew was just a show.

But Huo Qingzhou didn't want to go to the Four Seasons Hall immediately, his attention was attracted by the sound of the flute, which was like magic, attracting him to want to find out.

When he was a child, he not only learned the guqin and the dong flute, but also learned the flute, but it didn't take long for him to become obsessed with making pots and throw the flute aside.

Despite this, he was able to hear the faux harmonic of the flute, especially this piece.

Huo Qingzhou heard the flute music of "Poppy Beauty" for the first time.

He carefully discerned the direction of the flute, and at last, he turned around and ran towards the other road at the crossroads.

Ruyan and Ruwu finally caught up with him, but when they saw their uncle going to the fork in the road again, the two looked at each other and saw worry in their eyes.

They also heard the sound of the flute, and they remembered what the man had said.

On weekdays, Huo Qingzhou likes to be alone, so although Huo Qingzhou often meets Huo Jiu these days, Ruyan and Ruwu don't know Zhang Ting, and they don't know which little guy the uncle inquires about.

But now, they are a little worried, the old man is missing, and the old man is not in a hurry to find the big master, but follows the flute and leaves.

The two didn't dare to hesitate, and also ran after Huo Qingzhou.

This is a small road, deserted, on both sides of the path are people's houses, there are no tall families, all are low courtyards, at first glance it is the kind of house where several families live in a courtyard.

Huo Qingzhou stopped in front of a small courtyard, and the sound of the flute also stopped.

The song is over.

Huo Qingzhou knocked on the knocker.

The moment he knocked on the knocker, the two old doors were pushed open from within, and an old man with gray hair stood in the moonlight.

Huo Qingzhou clenched his fists and said: "The person who is on the way down, suddenly heard the flute music in the house, and knocked on the door rashly, and asked the old man to forgive me, may I ask if the person who played the flute is the old man?" ”

The old man smiled: "It's okay, I think the son is also an elegant person, the old man doesn't understand the rhythm, and the flute is my son." ”

Huo Qingzhou pretended to be relieved, as if he was talking to himself: "Fortunately, he is a son, if he can make friends, he is really fortunate to have three lives." ”

Ruyan and Ruwu caught up with each other panting, and just when they heard the last few words of Huo Qingzhou, the two glanced at each other again, and this time they both saw disbelief in each other's eyes.

Did your uncle take the wrong medicine?

They have been following the uncle for so long, and they have never seen the uncle so polite and modest.

Their uncle has always talked with his chin raised, and the uncle has no dust under his eyes, not to mention the flute, even the champion of the previous subject, and the uncle didn't pay attention to it. ”

The old man smiled, smiled kindly, and said: "This son is really elegant, if you don't dislike it, can you let the old man report to my son-in-law, maybe my son-in-law also wants to make friends with you." ”

"That's better, but you have to bother the old man." Saying that, Huo Qingzhou actually arched his hand to the old man.

Ruyan and Ruwu's eyes were straight, and Ruyan wanted to come over and touch Huo Qingzhou's forehead to see if his uncle had a fever.

After a while, the old man turned back excitedly and said to Huo Qingzhou: "My son-in-law heard that he disturbed passers-by, and he blamed himself very much, so let the old man invite this son-in-law to go in and have a cup of tea to warm up." ”

Huo Qingzhou's eyes showed joy, and he gave a salute to the old man, and he was as excited as a country child who had just entered the city: "That's great, thank you uncle, and please lead the way." ”

Speaking of which, he even rubbed his hands exaggeratedly.

Unexpectedly, this small courtyard is not a large compound as imagined, and it looks like there should only be one family.

The yard is not big, but it is clean, the shadow wall is painted with green pines to welcome guests, and there are flower stands on the wall.

At this moment, the flute sounded again, and this time it was "Siduan Jin".

As the name suggests, "Siduan Jin" is divided into four sections, each with a different artistic conception, and the people in the room are blowing the fourth section, sweeping away the grievances and ethereal, and the flute sound is cheerful, with worldly fireworks and noise.

Huo Qingzhou stood outside the door, through the curtain embroidered with snow pressed green pine, he listened attentively, the fingers of one hand tapped the palm of the other hand, followed the music and played the drum, his head shook slightly, his peach blossom eyes narrowed, obviously intoxicated by the pleasant flute sound.

The sound of the flute gradually stopped, Huo Qingzhou woke up like a dream, he stroked his palm and said: "The aftersound is around the beam, the aftersound is around the beam, I have only heard the four sections of the brocade played by the guzheng in the next, but I didn't expect that it will be played with a flute instead, but it is not meaningful, the person who arranges the music is very good, the person who plays the flute is even better, good music, good flute, wonderful!" ”

Ruyan and Ruwu couldn't help but touch their heads, if they hadn't watched Huo Qingzhou come out of the inn with their own eyes, they would definitely think that the person who spoke was not their own uncle, how could their own uncle say such a thing, not only would he not speak, if he heard someone say this, he would not only laugh and burst into his stomach, but also ridicule him, and if he didn't make the person who spoke and the person who was praised sarcastic into the hole, he would not be reconciled.

Then they heard a voice from the house, one as clear and pleasant as the flute.

"Childe praises falsely, and I am ashamed."

The old man who led the way gently lifted the door curtain, and Huo Qingzhou walked in.

Ruyan and Ruwu were not at ease, so they had to follow up, but they were stopped by the old man.

Ruyan accompanied the smiling face and said to the old man: "Our brothers are the entourage of the son, and they will never leave the son half a step, and ask the old man to let us in." ”

The old man didn't speak, just shook his head, and put an arm in front of them.

If you are displeased, this old man doesn't know what the identity of his uncle is, they are members of the Huo family, and no matter where they go in the capital, they have to give them some face.

Ruyan didn't say a word, he stepped forward and pushed the old man's arm, but no matter how hard he tried, that arm was like an iron arm that didn't move.

Huo Qingzhou didn't know what was going on outside, he walked in and saw the person sitting in the light.

It was a young man, dressed in a stone blue home robe, wide clothes and big sleeves, his hair was not tied in a bun, and his long hair was draped, but he didn't feel chaotic, but it gave him the style of Wei and Jin

Ahhh

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