Wu Zhe took the guitar, swept the strings, and played a few chords. I'm still very satisfied with this piano.

"Okay, that's it, Brother Zhang." Wu Zhe said.

"Well, what else do you want?" Brother Zhang asked happily when he saw that Wu Zhe was satisfied.

"I also want to get an erhu and a flute."

"Erhu and flute! Ah Zhe, wait a minute, I'll bring it to you, and then go into the inner room. ”

Wu Zhe and Ma San looked at each other, what is the situation? There are two instruments on display outside.

After a while, Zhang Ming came out with two boxes.

"Come, open it up, it's not like these goods out there. Ah Zhe is that you come to buy it, and I really won't take it out for ordinary people. But if you don't have a good level, you really can't grasp these two instruments. Do you want to show your brothers? ”

After speaking, he looked at Wu Zhe with a smile.

Ma San couldn't look at it, and stepped forward and said: "Let's talk about things first, it's not easy to play, and Ah Zhe won't run away." ”

After speaking, he got started first and picked up the flute in the box.

"Master Zhou Linsheng's work, the flute is one foot eight long, and it uses the tear bamboo in the Xiaoxiang bamboo. The handiwork and material will not be said to be absent in the future, but it will be very rare. However, its pitch is in the key of A, which is not something that cannot be blown by a master, and the requirements for the amount of breath are very high. ”

He said to Wu Zhe again: "Try it?" ”

Wu Zhe nodded and said, "Okay!" ”

Looking at the appearance, Wu Zhe fell in love with this flute. Standard length, pale yellow surface, bright and smooth. There is also a little bit of tear-like natural engraving on the flute. The twelve holes are neatly arranged, and there is a cyan tassel hanging at the end. Pretty!

Wu Zhe took the flute, blew the overtones a few times, and tried to find the pitch. asked Zhang Ming again to take the Zhang Di film.

Wu Zhe closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his left leg was slightly leaning forward, his waist was straight, his head was straight, his shoulders were flat, his hands were raised to his mouth, and his elbows were naturally drooping. coupled with the bearing of the previous Buddha cultivation; A delicate and handsome appearance. To that stop is the grandmaster's bearing.

Ma San and Zhang Ming also secretly praised, and when the flute sounded, Ma San felt that it was just good. Zhang Ming himself is engaged in music, and as soon as the so-called connoisseur stretches out his hand, he will know if there is one.

A song that he had never heard before was performed by Wu Zhe, the sound of the song was bright, transparent, round and thick. It is like a picture of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River unfolding in front of several people.

After the song was blown, Ma San hadn't come back to his senses, and Zhang Ming had already hurriedly spoke: "Ah Zhe, what kind of song is this, why have I never heard it?" And who did you learn from? What do I think of the use of both southern and northern fingering? And why is your breath so long? How is it ventilated? “

At this time, Zhang Ming was full of questions.

Wu Zhe looked at Zhang Ming and didn't know how to answer, he learned the technique from the Internet and the masters, the music was recently read too much music scores, and combined with countless songs in later generations, he created it himself.

As for the breath, it is the instinct of his body, and his current perverted control has created this "Jiangnan".

I could only say helplessly: "I said I taught myself, Brother Zhang, do you believe it or not?" ”

Zhang Ming looked at him with a stupid expression and said, "Do you think I believe it or not?" ”

Wu Zhe knew that this was the result. Instead, Ma San said from the side: "I believe, Lao Zhang, you don't know Ah Zhe, and if others can't do it, it doesn't mean that Ah Zhe can't do it." We don't understand the world of genius. Ah Zhe can win three in blind chess, what is worse than this! ”

Zhang Ming was still a little stunned: "Ah Zhe, is it really self-taught?" ”

Wu Zhe could only touch his nose and said, "Brother Zhang, let's not talk about this, let's take a look at the erhu first, I'm also very curious." ”

Zhang Ming was no longer entangled, and took out the erhu from the piano case.

introduced: "Master Zhang Wenyuan's work, the whole is carved from ebony. The leather is made of large-scale skin, and the strings are brushed with silver. The bow is made of young bamboo, and the bowstring is made of uniform white horsetail hair. ”

After the introduction, he handed it to Wu Zhe.

Wu Zhe was also not polite, and took it with both hands. As soon as the piano starts, press your hand slightly, and the feel is very good. I picked up the bow and tried the sound, and then adjusted the shaft on the piano a few times with my hand to make the sound more accurate.

Pulling over the stool, Wu Zhe straightened his back and sat down upright. The sound of the piano began, and the deep sound of the piano flowed out slowly. It is the famous song "Erquan Reflecting the Moon".

At this time, Wu Zhe's mind also floated up the depressed days in his previous life, accompanied by his parents and guided by his master.

The sound entered the ears, and the liver and intestines were broken.

Finish a song.

"Good!" Two voices rang out at the same time.

But it was Ma San, Zhang Ming, and the two of them stood up and applauded at the same time.

They may not be very familiar with other musical instruments, but A Bing's "Erquan Reflecting the Moon" is the business card of Xicheng, and it is also because of this song that Xicheng people like the musical instrument Erhu. I have been familiar with it since I was a child, how can I not know how good or bad it is.

Wu Zhe looked at the two of them, and could only stand up and hug his fists. Ma San and Zhang Ming stopped, and Zhang Ming still admired: "Ah Zhe, you should go to the Conservatory of Music, I heard that the third brother said that you are going to the University of Science and Technology soon, but it's a pity, you already have the status of a grandmaster at a young age." ”

Wu Zhe could only say: "Brother Zhang, don't boast, music is just a hobby, just don't laugh and be generous." ”

"I'm not kidding, it's true. How about these two instruments, are you interested? Zhang Ming asked again.

"I like it very much, and I also ask Brother Zhang to cut his love, and ask Brother Zhang to make a price." Wu Zhedao.

Zhang Ming pondered for a while: "Ah Zhe, you can take the three musical instruments for 10,000 yuan." The goods are sold by people. I just hope you will come back and sit with me more often. ”

Wu Zhe was overjoyed when he heard this: "Thank you, Brother Zhang." I didn't bring so much money today, so I'll pay a deposit first! ”

After speaking, he took out about 2,000 yuan of money on his body, Wu Zhe also knew that he had taken a big advantage this time, and in the future, these two musical instruments will be priceless things, not to mention that 10,000 is 100,000 and some people want it.

The point is that the two makers no longer make musical instruments because of their age, and this time they owe a lot of favor.

Zhang Ming opened his mouth and said: "What kind of deposit, you take the things first, and come to settle when you are free." ”

Zhang Ming also saw that Wu Zhe was not a thing in the pool, since he had done favors, as an old Jianghu, of course he had done favors to the end.

Wu Zhe didn't want to owe too much, so he thought about it and said: "Brother Zhang and Third Brother have listened to my flute and erhu, but they haven't heard my guitar yet, I play and sing a song by myself, how about you listen to it again?" ”

The two didn't know what Wu Zhe thought, so they could only nod.

Wu Zhe plucked the strings with his fingers. Speak softly and sing:

Before the frost moon sets

Whoever has no sleep

Raise the pen to disturb the candle flame

Memories are hard to write

Look at human stories

can't escape parting

Countless clouds and sunny days are short

Half-life wind and snow

Blowing can't disperse the tears of the falling season

If you can't call it back, the lonely goose will eventually fly south

Hearts who understand

Only the bright moon comes with you

Thinking about it made me a little haggard between my eyebrows

Half a lifetime of wind and snow can't blow away the tears left by the years

If you can't change it back, the green silk has turned into ashes

Who will write the ending, and the love and hate will not be finished

I sighed to myself a few times in vain。。。。。。。。。。