Yijing sat on the stone steps in front of the hotel, looking at the blue transparent sky above his head in a daze.

It's not a downtown area, so there aren't many shops near the hotel, so when he looks over, he can't see the edge of the sky.

Yijing's favorite time is when he looks at the sky.

He likes to stretch out his hand to catch the clouds, and then slowly stretch his palm, at this time the clouds seem to flow out of the palm, and then the wind blows into the distance.

Every long afternoon, he indulged in this game, stretching his palms again and again, and in a trance, it was as if a lotus flower bloomed in the palm of his hand.

The flowers in the corner of the temple wall are quietly blooming, and at this time, there will be a master who knocks his bald head with a ring ruler.

Sometimes he would listen to Master's stories about the Buddha, and with Master's distant and indifferent tone, his thoughts would drift out of the monastery and towards the sky with sparse clouds.

It's just that now he can't hear the story Master told him anymore.

Yijing touched his bright head, and his eyes were a little confused.

The corners of his coat swayed in the wind, as if he used to sit on a stone platform and swayed his feet.

Ichijo has lived in the temple since he was a child, and I heard that he was picked up by the master who came down the mountain when he was abandoned at the bottom of the mountain.

At that time, he didn't know what abandonment was, and the senior brothers and uncles in the temple never said that he thought that he was like Monkey King, jumping out of the stone, and only heaven and earth were his parents.

Life in the temple is very boring, every day is chanting scriptures and practicing martial arts, but Yijing feels that this kind of life is very fun.

Sometimes the Master would touch his head and sigh softly, he didn't know why he was sighing, but he remembered that the Master would ask him every day, Yijing, are you happy?

He looked at the birds and clouds in the sky, at the blossoming of the trees in the corner, at the kind face of the Master, he nodded and said, "I am very happy."

After that, Yijing followed his senior brother down the mountain, he looked at the bustling and chaotic red dust, there was only pure curiosity in his eyes, but there was no slightest heartbeat.

He likes to watch the fog in the steamer, the traffic on the street, and the laughter of the people.

Until he saw a girl.

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Yesterday's rain has continued to this day, turning from a drizzle to a heavy rain.

Su Changqing walked down the street with an umbrella, throwing a few coins at the beggars on the side of the road from time to time.

Sometimes they get a lot of thanks, sometimes they get their contemptuous voices.

Su Changqing didn't care, just walked towards the teahouse.

Recently, he has become a regular customer here, and he has become acquainted with the owner. Although the system said that this teahouse must not be simple, but after so much time, no matter how he looked at this shop, it was very ordinary.

Su Changqing doesn't really want to go to work in the factory anymore, the key is that he is too tired, he works the night shift every day, and he can't do anything well all day. Every day I was extremely sleepy.

It's just that what will happen to his financial resources after he resigns. Su Changqing was very distressed about this problem.

"Uncle, why don't you come to us to play the violin?"

The teahouse owner was a kind middle-aged man, and when he heard Su Changqing's question, he suggested.

The reason why the shopkeeper suggested this was because once he heard Su Changqing playing the violin.

"You're pulling well. The boss said with a smile.

"Wages...... How about 25 an hour? plus the tip that the guest gives you. ”

When Su Changqing heard this, he hurriedly refused, "Eh, don't, I can't afford this salary." ”

"No, no, no, you really deserve it. The boss smiled and said, "It's the first time I've heard such a nice sound." ”

Su Changqing's old face turned slightly red, although he knew that it might be because of the skills brought by Erhu himself, but now that he was praised, he was also very happy.

"Then how long do I work in a day?" asked Su Changqing.

"Hmm...... How about four hours a day?" said the shopkeeper with a smile on his face, "To be honest, you're so good that I wish I could listen to it all day." ”

"Good, good. Su Changqing happily promised, and at the same time smashed his mouth, feeling that the owner of the store was also able to speak, and he was a little fluttering when he praised him.

After paying for the tea, Su Changqing walked out of the teahouse with an umbrella, and then walked directly towards the factory, because it was only a few days before the salary was paid last month, so he planned to resign to the owner of the Xu factory now.

Hearing that Su Changqing was going to resign, the factory owner Xu seemed to be very happy, although the other party tried his best to hide it, but Su Changqing noticed this.

However, Xu Changsheng was very sorry for Su Changqing's departure.

Shaking his head a little inexplicably, although Su Changqing was a little puzzled, he didn't think about the matter of the factory owner Xu, he directly draped the poncho on his body, and rode halfway up the mountain on a tricycle.

The rain crackled against his poncho, and the sky was long gone, white as if boiling water was pouring out.

Su Changqing rode a tricycle and returned home all the way.

As soon as he got home, the leaves stood in front of the hall and looked at him, and through the rain curtain, Su Changqing was a little vague and couldn't see the other party's appearance clearly.

The erhu rests quietly on a wooden chair in the hall, wrapped in a thick layer of soft clothes.

Su Changqing changed his clothes and washed his hands again, and then took the erhu out of his coat with great interest.

I hadn't played it for a while, so Su Changqing tuned the tune, and then listened carefully to the tone with his ears, and after finding that there was no deviation, he slowly pulled the bowstring.

The erhu voice was slightly hoarse, and Su Changqing played a minor tune that he usually played, and after playing it a few times, he played some other tunes.

It's just that he knows too few tunes, and there are only 5 of them.

Su Changqing was on stage for the first time, so he was a little nervous, not knowing if his performance could be as elegant as that of the lobby.

Maybe tomorrow he can go to the bookstore and buy some sheet music books.

Su Changqing had a bitter face, he hadn't read much music scores in his past two lives, but he didn't expect that he would have the opportunity to look at these things now that he was old.

It's just that I heard that this sheet music book is full of staves, and I don't know if I can read it.

Su Changqing learned this erhu is a wild way, and the person who taught him to play the piano never taught him any simple notation staves, so he taught him one tune after another.

Maybe you can teach yourself simple notation.

Su Changqing thought secretly.

It's just that if you buy it tomorrow, it's too late.

Scratching his head in some distress, Su Changqing put down the erhu in his hand, planning to go down the mountain now to buy a book for beginners in erhu.