"It's okay, classmate Yang Ye, if you can't blow it, the teacher will teach you again and won't punish you. ”

Tang Fanfan had a kind smile on his face and encouraged him in a gentle tone.

"Thank you, Mr. Tang. ”

Feeling the ridiculed gazes around him, Yang Ye paused and reached out to take the jade flute.

Suddenly, a warm and comfortable feeling came through the body.

"It seems that this jade flute is not an extraordinary thing, and it should at least be a low-level magic weapon. ”

Although he had never touched the flute in his previous life, he had a slight understanding of music, and he had learned the guitar for a while and could play some simple tunes.

So now looking at the jade flute in his hand, he is not flustered.

What's more, the wrench in his body also gave him a guide to his breath and a very detailed score, as well as the technique of playing some tones.

At the same time, there was a stream of air condensed in his throat, ready to move, as if ready to take control of his throat.

The bright sunlight, through the emerald green bamboo leaves, sprinkled on the ground, mottled and jumped, like a naughty elf.

He combed through the music sheet in his head, and his heart lake was quiet.

"Hehe, look at that kid's cowardice, Mr. Tang has already said that he will not punish him, but he still doesn't dare to blow it. ”

"Isn't it embarrassing to blow if you can't blow it? He is a little self-aware. ”

"Hmph, what self-knowledge, I think it's stupid to be watched by so many people. ”

......

When the students saw him holding the jade flute and standing motionless, their faces were full of sarcasm, and they began to talk one after another.

"It's okay, classmate Yang Ye, give me the jade flute, and I'll explain to you the use of breath again. ”

Tang Fanfan was still smiling, stretched out his hand, and was about to take the jade flute and explain it again.

"Uhhh

At this moment, Yang Ye put the jade flute to his mouth and blew out a long note.

"Good, very good. ”

Tang Fan was stunned for a moment, then withdrew his hand and looked at him with a smile.

"Hmph, after studying for so long, you will blow a note, is it a shame?"

"Well, we can play a little tune anyway, but this kid has just learned to play the flute, what is there to be proud of. ”

"Just comprehending the literary atmosphere has a fart use, if you can't condense the literary atmosphere in the future, you still can't become a scribe, and you're still a waste!"

The crowd was surprised to hear that he could blow a note, but they were not surprised.

After practicing for so long, today Mr. Tang personally taught him one-on-one, if he can't even play the flute, then what kind of school is he going to study, it is better to go home and pick up the rags.

"Yang Ye, as long as you start, you will be half the success, although you can't play the tune now, but as long as you work hard, you can definitely do it in the future. ”

Tang Fanfan encouraged him and stretched out his hand again to take back the jade flute.

But Yang Ye didn't give it to her, and said in a low voice: "Teacher, actually...... Actually, I can play the tune right now. ”

"Huh?" Tang Fan was stunned when he heard this, and then said happily: "Really, then, Yang Ye, you can play a piece for me to listen to, maybe you can condense a trace of literature on the spot." ”

"Listen, this kid actually started bragging in order to please Teacher Tang!"

"Yang Ye, come down quickly, don't be embarrassed there. ”

"He thinks that if he can play the flute, he can play the tune? ”

Yang Que turned a deaf ear to these people's sneering words, and said a little embarrassedly: "Teacher, can I not play the tune you just taught?"

"Don't you play the tune you just played?" Tang Fan Fan was a little strange and said, "Do you have any other tunes? ”

She knew Yang Ye's family background, how could such a poor family hide a music score containing literary atmosphere, so she didn't believe Yang Ye's words.

"Hmm...... It's a piece I wrote myself. Yang Ye hesitated for a moment and replied.

"Created by yourself?"

When Tang Fanfan heard this, he immediately opened his mouth wide and looked at him in disbelief.

"Hahaha......"

Jin Suiliang below listened to Yang Ye's words, and suddenly couldn't help it, and laughed: "This is simply the funniest joke I've heard this year, Yang Ye, Yang Ye, you're shameless to this point, haven't you just learned to play the flute, and you want to blow a note indiscriminately, and you also said that it was a song created by yourself, which makes people laugh off their big teeth, hahaha......"

When all the students heard this, they all burst into laughter, and they all looked at Yang Ye with mocking faces.

In fact, when these people first learned to play the flute, they were also very excited, and they played the notes indiscriminately, which sounded really good, very much like a piece of music, but over time, these people all knew that these were not real tunes at all.

The songs that have really been handed down generally contain a hint of literary atmosphere, and they sound very smooth and natural, definitely not like the songs they play indiscriminately.

So now when they hear Yang Ye say this, everyone thinks that he just played the flute, and he wants to blow some notes to show off.

"Okay, Yang Ye, come down quickly, don't you feel ashamed, we all feel shameless for you, you dare to blow in front of Teacher Tang, isn't it an axe in the class?"

Jin Suiliang looked at him with disdain and sneered.

"That kid has no face for a long time, where will he be afraid of losing face again, but at that time, he often knelt down for us in the thatched house, hehe. Cai Hao said with a sneer.

Tang Fanfan raised his hand and said cordially: "Everyone be quiet, Yang Ye has just learned to play the flute, and it is inevitable that he will be excited in his heart, let's let him play a little bit casually, so as to increase his enthusiasm for learning." ”

"Hehe, since Mr. Tang said it, then everyone should listen to it, everyone will hold back for a while, don't laugh at that kid, lest he be hit and collapsed. ”

Jin Suiliang pretended to be kind, and when he looked at Yang Ye, there was an obvious hint of banter.

"Alright, Yang Ye, you can start. ”

Tang Fanfan looked at him with a smile and encouragement in his eyes.

Yang Ye nodded, glanced at the students below who were waiting to see the jokes with mocking faces, and with a twinkle in his eyes, he put the jade flute to his lips.

The music score that had been popular in his previous life in his mind seemed to be engraved in his heart, clear and profound, emitting a faint light that flowed into his breath.

White moonshine.

"Woo woo woo (white moonlight)...... Woo woo (somewhere in my heart) ...... Woo woo woo (so bright), woo woo woo woo (but so cold) ......"

The gentle and sad tune, in the midst of the gloating ridicule of the crowd, suddenly sounded slowly.

Like falling flowers, the flowing water is ruthless, poignant and melancholy, like the moonlight, the night is lonely, flowing quietly......

"Hahaha...... Teacher Tang, listen, what kind of tunes is this kid blowing randomly, what we are learning are those light and joyful tunes, how can the notes blown by the flute be arranged like this, low like crying ......"

As soon as Yang Ye's flute sounded, Jin Suiliang immediately sneered and mocked.

However, before he could finish his words, he immediately felt that the atmosphere was wrong.

In the field, it was extremely quiet.

Tang Fanfan and the classmates around him who were still ridiculing Yang Ye with him just now all smiled and quieted down.

"Woo woo woo (white moonlight)...... Woo woo (according to the two ends of the world) ...... Woo woo (in the heart), woo woo (but not by his side......

The sound of the flute flows, and everything is silent.

In the forest, the fallen leaves are scattered, and the birds are chirping instantly.

Even those fluttering butterflies, busy bees, rested quietly on the petals at this time, motionless.

The flute is like a whisper, and it is poured out in a low voice.

A sad and poignant story is like a vivid picture, slowly unfolding in everyone's minds through sad notes.

In the sunny forest, everyone seemed to see the moonlight like water under the sky shused in the night, slowly flowing and gently washing in their hearts.

All the hustle, all the clutter, all the thoughts, turned into tranquility.

Then, bursts of sorrow with sighs were like dark nights, covering the sky.

Everyone's hearts were sour, and tears came out of their eyes.

However, the sorrow is very gentle, bit by bit, it penetrates into the heart, clear and painful.

Although the sadness is inexplicable, it feels incomparably gorgeous and poignant, and similarly, there is no sound in the serenity.

"Woooooooooo......oo Woowoooo......oo

The sound of the flute is still the same, and the moonlight is like snow.

"Uh......h I'm sad, woo...... Yang Ye, what the hell are you kid doing, I'm so sad, why am I crying?"

Jin Suiliang didn't know when it started, his face was already full of tears, and he couldn't suppress the sadness in his heart.

The students around them were silent at this moment, crying silently, but they themselves were unaware.

Tang Fan burst into tears like rain, looking at the young man playing the flute in front of him in a daze, and in a trance, he seemed to see the majestic figure that had sheltered her from the wind and rain.

"Boom!"

Yang Ye's body suddenly let out a roar, and the flute sound floating around suddenly turned into a little white light, converging into a dazzling galaxy, continuously drilling into his eyebrows.

In a moment, a shining word "Wen" emerged from the center of his eyebrows!

Immediately, it was fleeting.

Tang Fanfan's body was suddenly shocked, his eyes widened and he muttered, "Scribe!

Suddenly, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly.

There was silence in the field.

Not far away, the sound of the flute was still echoing, and the tears on everyone's faces were still flowing.

......