"Master, what is the name of this suona song you just played? I have been playing suona for more than 20 years, and this is the first time I have heard this suona song. ”

As soon as I turned around on the weekend, I saw the suona that Master Lu had invited before walking over with his hands rubbing his hands.

"You're not gone yet?"

"Didn't I plan to return the money and never found the opportunity?"

The suona hand said with some shame, he took other people's money, but the matter was not done well.

In his simple concept, this money can't be taken and has to be returned to others, but this will make Master Lu busy sending the old man who cried and fainted to the ambulance, and he has no time to pay attention to him.

"Especially after listening to the suona you played, I am even more embarrassed to take this money, not only the suona is good, but the song is also good."

People were blown to the hospital, can that be bad?

The suona hand gave a thumbs up to the weekend and said from the bottom of his heart.

Weekend smiled, just in time to see a hole in the shirt under the suona hand jacket.

It can be seen that the economic situation of this suona hand is not very good, but he never thought of taking the money and leaving, and his heart couldn't help but move on the weekend.

"This song is called "Crying Spirit", a special song for white affairs."

After saying the weekend, he glanced at the suona hand and said, "You are a professional white worker, right?" ”

"Yes, it's been more than ten years of working in vain."

"Then this piece should be very useful to you, if you need it, I can write it down for you."

The song "Crying Spirit" can become a special track for white things in the previous life of the weekend, and it may also help suona hands to better receive white work.

Whether it is in the previous life or Blue Star, the life of the suona craftsman is not easy, and on the weekend, he feels that he can help a little bit within his ability.

"This ...... Is this really okay? ”

The suona hand was excited when he heard this, he was present the whole time just now, how powerful the song "Crying Spirit" was, he had also seen it with his own eyes.

"It's okay, I'll write it down for you...... In fact, you don't have to return the money, and it will be estimated that they will still have to let you blow the suona. ”

Shaking his head and smiling on the weekend, Master Lu will definitely not dare to let himself blow the suona anymore, otherwise the relatives who came from the mourning hall will have to cry and dehydrate one by one.

While talking, the weekend took out a pen and paper to write down the song and handed it to the suona hand.

At the same time, Mr. Lu finally sent the old man to the ambulance, but fortunately, the doctor said that he was just crying exhausted, causing the brain to faint due to lack of oxygen, and it was no big deal.

Sure enough, as expected on the weekend, after Master Lu came back, he didn't dare to mention the matter of letting him blow the suona on the weekend, but begged the suona hand to stay.

"Master Huang, you still have to blow the suona later, even if you blow it for a while and stop for a while, it's fine, I'll give you processing money."

"Master Zhou, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that you didn't blow it well, but I think my dad is a happy mourner, so we don't need to be so sad."

Master Lu cautiously explained to the weekend that no matter what, the suona hand will at least not blow it to make people cry and faint.

"You really don't need me to blow the suona? I just played a warm-up song, and I didn't play any better songs. ”

said with some regret over the weekend, Master Lu almost trembled in his liver, everyone was blown to the ambulance by you, this is just a warm-up song?

If you blow it down again, then what's the point? Don't you have to send it all away?

"Don't, Master Zhou, you'll be in charge of the excitement at night, but don't blow it anymore...... Come on, quickly help Master Zhou to go down and rest. ”

Master Lu was so frightened that his face was almost white, so he couldn't worry about blowing his suona on the weekend.

"Master Zhou, I'll take you to rest!"

A nephew of Master Lu hurriedly dragged the weekend down to rest, and secretly asked people to hide the weekend's suona first.

This guy is a bit of a Ha person.

I had just sat down in the break room on the weekend when suddenly a young man came in.

"It's really you, weekend~"

"I'm a fan of yours, can I take a picture with you?"

A fan of someone?

Looking at Xiao Young's excited face, he still felt a little fresh on the weekend, this was the first time he had met fans in reality.

"No problem, but this is a mourning hall, do you want to go out and take a group photo?"

"No, it's good to use the mourning hall as a background, it's mainly in line with your temperament!"

Xiao Young's words silenced the weekend, what does the mourning hall conform to my temperament?

Why does it sound so weird?

Click~

After Xiao Young took the photo, he didn't bother with the weekend anymore, which made the weekend breathe a sigh of relief, he was really a little worried that Xiao Young would take a wreath out and let him sign on it.

However, on the weekend, he didn't expect that this young man turned his head and sent a photo of him and the weekend to a fan group.

The Singers of the Underworld.

Such a special group name is extraordinary at first glance.

"Catch one on the wild weekend, there are pictures to prove it."

Soon, the group was boiling all at once.

"Is this picture real? Little Young, where did you meet the weekend? Why are there so many wreaths in the back? ”

"Damn, you won't deliberately try to deceive us, will you?"

"It must be fake, this background is obviously a mourning hall, why do you go to the mourning hall on the weekend, and take a photo with you?"

When Xiao Young saw that he was questioned by his group friends, he was immediately unhappy and hurriedly started typing.

"The photo is really not my P, if it is fake, I met on the weekend at the funeral of my third uncle."

"You may not know, he was invited by my third uncle to perform at the funeral, and my third uncle said that he wanted to let the third uncle leave lively."

In order to prove himself, Xiao Young also opened a shared location in the group, and then secretly took a few seconds of video.

As soon as the video was uploaded, the group was completely fried.

"I'm going, it's really a weekend, why did he pick up the white job?"

"I would definitely be surprised if other celebrities took on white jobs, but when I think about this is the weekend, I suddenly feel normal."

"Nanshan Cemetery Funeral Home? This seems to be not far from me, did you organize a group to attend the funeral at night? ”

"Yes, yes, Nanshan Cemetery is only forty kilometers away from me, let's go together when the time comes."

In other words, what kind of idol there is, what kind of fans there are.

Other people's fans are all in groups to pick up the airport or something, and the fans on weekends are good to go to the funeral in a group.

It's a big off-track.

"I heard my third uncle say that he will sing Xian'er on weekend nights, and then we will all wear a big Northeast flower jacket."

Xiao Young's proposal against the sky was not only not ridiculed in the group of the Singers of the Netherworld, but even unanimously approved.

"Little young man, you are really a genius, this proposal is too good, the Northeast big flower jacket will be our support clothing in the future."

Xiao Qing made a rough count, and dozens of people responded.

Or it is said that it is the Singers of the Netherworld, and the speeches of these people in the group are more different from ordinary people than the other.

At the thought of the picture that might appear at night, Xiao Young couldn't help but be happy.

I don't know, I'm afraid I thought this was not a funeral, but a patient exchange meeting.