It was noon, and there was a bustling crowd in the teahouse, and the sun was shining outside the window, but the teahouse was exceptionally shady.

Su Changqing sat on the high platform and pulled the erhu.

The cold sound of the piano floated around, like waves splashing on the sea, lifting pearl-like droplets of water and falling on the hearts of the people in the audience.

The gauzy curtains were blown up by the wind, like fairy clothes.

With the last end note evoked, the song finally ends.

Su Changqing gestured slightly to the people in the audience, and then walked off the high platform.

The originally silent people exploded all at once, laughing and admiring each other's songs.

The corners of Su Changqing's mouth were slightly hooked, and he borrowed the cup in his hand to hide his smile.

The music you play by yourself is admired, which is something that every violin player will be happy about.

He took a sip of tea, his face flushed, and he smiled a little embarrassedly.

It's just that people's topics will not be permanent, chatting and chatting, and I don't know when, everyone will talk about the gossip of what town from this song.

Su Changqing was drinking tea, and he heard a person raise his voice, and his voice was elongated and said, "Eh, do you remember what I told you last time, about the Li family's house?"

Su Changqing listened to this voice, felt quite familiar, and looked back.

Heh, aren't these the same two people who were at the table next to me last time?

He barely came to his senses, pricked up his ears and listened to the gossip they said.

"Remember, what's wrong with his family?"

The other looked around, lowered his head, and said in a voice that seemed to be small but was actually loud, "I heard that their house is haunted!"

This is said to be haunted, but the man's face is smiling, and he looks like he is watching a good show.

“...... Now haunting or something is feudal superstition. The man who spoke was a bespectacled, tall, thin, intellectual look, and the man glanced at him with a "You're not kidding" expression.

The other person flattened his mouth, "Anyway, I heard that the Li family is haunted." ”

"What the hell?"

"Who knows. ”

The two of them giggled again, and quickly threw the gossip away.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart. These two people took the topic away, but Su Changqing listened thoughtfully.

There are ghosts in this world, and although he has not seen ghosts, he has encountered them, this so-called ghost.

Therefore, Su Changqing was thinking that the Li family they said was haunted, and there might be a chance that it was really haunted.

He suddenly thought of the ancient tree, which was said to be a thousand years old, and wondered if it was because of the retribution after cutting down the tree.

Maybe it's a tree spirit or something.

Su Changqing thought aimlessly, and suddenly patted his head.

Oh, who is haunted by this family and what does it matter to him, he still has to memorize the medical book first.

In the past few days, he finally memorized most of the "Basic Theories of Traditional Chinese Medicine". This speed seemed completely incredible to him, but although he memorized it, he knew nothing about the above theoretical knowledge, but in this way, he suddenly felt that maybe he could memorize the medical books without understanding the content, and according to his current memory, he could start memorizing those four books now.

He was overjoyed by this discovery, but he planned to memorize the four classic books after memorizing the book. And since this shortcut has been found, Su Changqing is not in a hurry, he plans to sweep the temple every day, practice light exercises, or spend some time meditating.

After finalizing what he wanted to do in the future, Su Changqing picked up the book again, intending to continue to endorse it.

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Time flies, and soon the teahouse is about to close.

Su Changqing asked Boss Bai for a leave tomorrow morning, saying that he was going to sweep the temple.

Boss Bai naturally gladly allowed it.

After Bai Qi came to this town, he often went to the mountain temple with other friends to have parties, and naturally he knew who worked hard to help his group of demons sweep the temple every week. At this moment, the old man went to sweep the temple again, which was obviously to get a free labor.

The place where the game was swept clean, and Boss Bai was naturally happy.

Not only did he smile and agree, but he also praised him as a religious person.

Su Changqing didn't know, and he also felt that his boss was really kind-hearted.

Holding the erhu and going out, Su Changqing looked at the sunset in the sky, looked at the red-burned half of the sky, and was fascinated for a while.

Every day at sunrise and sunset, he believes that these two time periods are the most beautiful time of the day.

There was a tree next to the teahouse, the leaves were still evergreen, but they were dyed fiery red by the setting sun, and when the wind blew, the shadows of the leaves fell to the ground, dividing the shadows on the ground into pieces.

Plucking a leaf from a low branch, Su Changqing suddenly thought of the scene where he used to blow with a leaf.

Remembering his childish actions in the past, he couldn't help but smile.

He looked at the sunset, and suddenly wanted to go and see the ancient tree at the entrance of the lake village.

But...... Shouldn't it be there?

After all, it's been a few days.

Su Changqing blew the leaves on his hand and threw them lightly to the ground.

He held the erhu, rode a tricycle, and then wrapped the scarf around his neck tightly, the wind was very cold along the way, blowing his hands a little stiff, he drove for a few minutes, and then went straight to the entrance of Huanhu Village.

Su Changqing jumped down from the tricycle, rubbed his red and purple hands, and then covered his hot hands on his face, and then in the next second, he looked towards the entrance of the village.

I saw that the foundation of a house had inexplicably appeared at the entrance of the village, and the place where there was originally a towering tree was bare at the moment, and only a stump remained there.

Su Changqing squatted down slightly disappointed, touched the somewhat rough stump surface, and sighed softly.

He was disappointed when he suddenly saw a stumbling figure approaching, and then sat down on the stump as if no one was around.

This is a big man who looks like he is in his forties, and his body is burly, but at this moment, his face is full of scum, his face is tired, and he looks very depressed.

He didn't seem to notice Su Changqing, maybe he did, but he ignored him.

At this moment, the big man's face was very distracted, his head was lowered, and he muttered that he didn't know what to say.

Su Changqing stood up, looked at him curiously, hesitated for a while, opened his mouth, and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't speak, shook his head, and then left here.