It's another good time of the day.

Su Changqing got up from the bed, there was a slight coldness in the air, which made him goosebumps fall to the ground, rubbed his hands, he looked at the quilt on the bed that was not too thick, and planned to buy a thick quilt when he went down the mountain for a while.

Winter is coming soon, and the temperature on the mountain is lower than at the bottom, so I have to buy a quilt anyway.

In fact, he didn't really want to buy a quilt yet, after all, this is also an expense, so he originally planned to rely on the current quilt to survive until next year, but he didn't expect that now he hasn't even survived the winter, and he is almost too cold.

Covering his cheeks with his hands that had been rubbed hot, Su Changqing exhaled a thin puff of mist, trembling his hands and began to fold the quilt.

The leaves had woken up, and only the little black cat was still asleep.

Seeing her rubbing her head against herself, Ye Ye glanced at Su Changqing, lowered her head again, and leaned on her paws.

Su Changqing didn't bother the two of them, but directly put on thick clothes and went to the kitchen to have breakfast.

Yesterday, the porridge had been boiled, Su Changqing heated the white porridge, and picked up the salted eggs in the closet with shaking hands.

There is no water heater here, so the water is all cold.

Su Changqing went to boil hot water while drinking porridge.

After putting the half-salted duck eggs back in the closet, he tested the temperature of the water in the pot and found that the water temperature was just right, so he scooped another spoonful of warm water and poured it into the basin.

After wiping his face with hot water, Su Changqing took the dentures out of his mouth again and began to brush them.

After making all the preparations, he rewrapped the erhu in his clothes and put it in the hall, and then rode directly down the mountain on a tricycle.

He didn't have a scarf yet, so he had to put his collar up and shrink his neck as much as possible, but even so, there was still a cold wind that kept penetrating the collar of his clothes from the outside.

It seems that I need to buy some supplies for the winter. Su Changqing smiled bitterly.

The road was a little bumpy, and he rode his tricycle slowly, all the way to the bottom of the mountain.

The job of working as a luthier in a teahouse started at 9 o'clock in the morning, and it was still very early, only 6 o'clock, which was enough for him to run back and forth.

At this time, there are not many pedestrians at the foot of the mountain, only small vendors standing on the street selling food.

Su Changqing smelled the wisps of food aroma in the air, and suddenly found himself a little hungry.

Rubbing his stomach, he shook his head and walked straight towards the bedding store.

The door was open, and a middle-aged woman was leaning back in a chair and napping slightly.

After walking around the store, Su Changqing took a fancy to a thick quilt core, which also had a line of small characters written on it, "Heart polyfiber into lamb's wool quilt core".

Looking at the price, Su Changqing was a little hesitant, but when he thought that good quality would allow him to use it longer, which was equivalent to saving money in disguise, he still came to the front desk to wake up the middle-aged woman.

spent 50 yuan to buy a quilt core, and after Su Changqing went to another store to buy a scarf and gloves, he shipped the quilt core home.

Put the quilt core on the quilt cover, Su Changqing put the erhu on the tricycle, and then arrived at the teahouse at the foot of the mountain leisurely.

This teahouse is called Yipinxuan, Su Changqing looked at the plaque on it, although he couldn't tell whether it was made by the factory or what it was, he only felt that this plaque looked antique and very good-looking.

The business in the teahouse is not very good, after all, not many people like to drink tea now, and even if they like to drink tea, they will not go to the teahouse to drink.

The storyteller on the stage has already started to tell stories, which is strange to say, obviously the business here is not very good, but the storyteller and the boss are very calm, as if they don't care about how much money this teahouse can make.

It's just that Su Changqing was relieved when he thought of the unsimple words of the teahouse that the system said.

Although he knew that this teahouse was strange, Su Changqing didn't care at all.

Speaking of which, he suddenly thought of the system's 'Task Six: Increase Merit for a Limited Time.'

Time Limit: 5 days'

It's been six days now, and he still hasn't done it.

Su Changqing looked at the system panel and found that even if the task was not completed, there was no warning on it, and there was nothing like erasing if the task was not completed.

This made Su Changqing both happy and puzzled, and at the same time had a strange feeling.

It's a calm when a storm comes.

Su Changqing frowned, although he was a little overwhelmed at the moment, he did not panic, but stepped into the teahouse as usual.

"Uncle, you're here!"

The shopkeeper was making tea at this time, and as soon as he looked up when he heard the footsteps, he found Su Changqing walking in, smiling and greeting.

"yes. Su Changqing also smiled and nodded, "I'm going to come over and practice first, you know, it's my first time on stage." ”

The owner of the shop, Su Changqing, didn't know what his name was, he only knew that his surname was Bai, and the staff in the store called him Boss Bai on weekdays.

There are very few staff here, and now with Su Changqing, there are only 3 people.

One is himself, one is a storyteller, and the other is a waiter here.

On weekdays, there are not many guests here, so there will be so many more people at dinner time.

Su Changqing hid in the room dedicated to the store staff and played a few tunes, and stayed up until 9 o'clock, then he opened the curtain and walked out with the erhu.

There were not many people at this time, and when Su Changqing walked to the stage, he was not nervous.

The storyteller patted the wood and said that he needed to rest for a while. After finishing speaking, he picked up his things and walked off the stage, replacing Su Changqing.

Sitting on the wooden chair, Su Changqing exhaled softly, chose a song he was most familiar with, and played it.

......

This piece was often played by his father when he was alive, and he played it day after day, year after year, so even after so long, Su Changqing still remembered the melody of this piece.

This piece has no name, and Su Changqing doesn't know if this piece really doesn't have a name or because he doesn't know the name of this piece.

It's a very upbeat tune.

Its tone is like rippling blue waves, lingering and turning, like the majestic atmosphere of the vast sea, and this tide seems to have a fish jumping whale floating, the sea surface wind howling gulls flying, the sea water suddenly boiling, suddenly calm, extremely changeable.

Su Changqing pulled quickly, his fingers were like lotus petals opening and closing, and the bowstrings trembled slightly, playing this ancient but unknown music.

Obviously, the tune was cheerful and majestic, but Su Changqing felt that a big hole had been cracked in his heart.

No one in the audience listened carefully, drinking tea one by one, joking with each other, and the laughter seemed to cover up the sound of the song.

It wasn't until after the song was finished that Su Changqing sighed slightly.

He paused for a few seconds and played the erhu again.