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"Reminiscing about childhood

Home play

It's like yesterday."

The old man on the stage sang in a low voice, his eyes lowered, but he inadvertently raised his head one by one, and his eyes looked at the little girl who was still full of childishness in the audience.

Then, he smiled softly at her.

Looking at the other party's somewhat blurry face, Su Changqing closed his eyes slightly, but his thoughts drifted to the distant sky at some point.

......

"I memorized the poem. ”

His face was still that of his young father, with his hands behind his back and a book in his hand, looking at the young man in front of him calmly.

The young man pursed his lips, looked at the big banyan tree behind him, closed his eyes slightly, and opened his mouth.

"The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow, and he falls in love with the floor...... Fall in love with the floor...... Worried about the new words. ”

It seems that he has not memorized it yet, and when he recites it here, he is stunned, as if he has forgotten something.

"What about the back?"

Father asked.

"Back ......"

......

"Now I know all the sorrows, and I want to talk about it. I want to talk about it. But he said...... It's cool and autumn......"

Thinking back to this, Su Changqing smiled lowly, with an inappropriately imperceptible bitterness in his smile.

He raised his eyes to look at the ceiling, as if at this moment, he was gradually reunited with his former self in a trance.

The hoarse voice of the erhu in his arms is still singing leisurely.

He quietly looked at the crowd in the audience, accompanied by a sudden flick of his right hand, and then pulled down the last note.

And when he finished the last syllable, everyone in the audience was silent.

It's as if I'm stunned by this tune.

But only for a moment, suddenly a sparse applause rang out from the silent teahouse.

The sound was like a pebble thrown into the surface of a lake, and soon there were ripples.

With the sound of this applause, everyone in the audience broke out into unparalleled fierce applause as if a switch had been turned on.

Fang Wanwan sat on the chair, listening to these applause, and looked at the white-haired old man on the stage in a daze, but the words she heard before were still echoing in her mind.

Su Changqing walked out of his memories, slowly opened his eyes, turned his gaze slightly, and looked at the little girl who was still in a daze in the audience, with a smile on her eyebrows, but the smile on the corner of her mouth was slightly astringent.

This song is said to be given to this little girl, but in fact...... He gave it to himself.

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A few more tunes were played on the high stage, and although they were not as engaging as the first one, the rest of them were well influenced.

Su Changqing put down the bow, nodded slightly to everyone, and walked slowly down from the platform.

Coming back to the seat opposite the little girl in blue, he pulled out a chair and sat down with an erhu in his arms.

Picking up the teapot and pouring himself a cup of tea that had been cooled, Su Changqing picked up the teacup and drank it in one gulp.

It's just that as soon as he raised his head, he saw the little girl opposite, looking at him with big eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Su Changqing smiled good-natured and looked at her kindly.

Fang Wanwan was stunned for a moment, looked at the other party's eyes, and shook her head.

"No...... I just think Grandpa Su, you play the violin very well......"

She complimented him and asked.

"Grandpa Su, how did you come up with such a nice sound?"

Su Changqing put the erhu on another chair and slowly poured a cup of tea for the little girl who was still puzzled on the side.

"This is my way of eating......"

Hearing this, the girl's delicate and sensitive heart trembled slightly, and she showed a smile with a slight embarrassment, and answered in a low voice.

"Hmmm......"

The two were silent for a while.

The sun poured down through the window and shone on their cheeks, and if you looked closely, you could see that the fluff on their faces was also dyed golden.

This tea is already cold, and it still has a cold bitter taste when you drink it.

Su Changqing picked up the cup and took another sip, and suddenly heard a burst of talking on a table not far from him.

They don't seem to know how to converge, or maybe they're talking about something so explosive that it's inevitable that it's too loud.

"You know, the murderer in Taizhou before...... It's time to run to the water market!"

Su Changqing looked for prestige, and saw that it was the short and fat middle-aged man from yesterday, and at this moment, his face was slightly pale, and he said nervously.

"How do you know?"

The others asked noisily, all with puzzled expressions.

"I haven't even seen it in the news!"

"I'm ......"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man looked around and said rather ostentatiously, "I know people in the police station, others...... Told me secretly. ”

......

Su Changqing's hand holding the teacup trembled, he raised his eyes slightly, looked at the middle-aged man at the table on the side, and recalled the little monk Yuanguang who was also investigating this matter, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

Xu felt his gaze, the short and fat middle-aged man before turned his head, and looked at him, with a moment of sharpness, which seemed to lock his gaze firmly, but this sharpness he only lasted for a second, and then he softened his whole body and smiled at him.

Su Changqing was stunned.

Although the man's eyes only existed for a moment, he could still see clearly.

That knife-sharp gaze seemed to ...... Not like the gaze of a man.

Seeing that the short and fat middle-aged man turned his head and continued to talk to the others, Su Changqing drank the slightly bitter tea in the cup in one gulp, and suddenly stood up.

The wooden chair was pushed away with a "bang", and he picked up the erhu and planned to leave his seat.

Fang Wanwan, who was startled by this voice, raised her head and looked at the figure of the other party who was leaving, slightly puzzled.

"Grandpa Su, where are you going?"

"I'm ......"

Su Changqing stopped and smiled softly at her.

"Something...... To do. ”

After he finished speaking, he reached out and rubbed her head, and then walked to the front desk.

Because this morning's work has been completed, Su Changqing said a few words to Boss Bai, then put down the erhu and walked out of the teahouse.

......

The sun outside the teahouse was very bright, illuminating the bluestone slabs on the street.

He looked around, as if he had found his way, and walked towards the hotel.

Outside the hotel at this moment, the door has been closed, Su Changqing knocked on the door, and with a "squeak", a girl's head poked out of the door.

"It's Old Man Su......"

The young girl scratched her hair.

"Looking for whom?"

"Find ...... Master Yuanguang. ”

He smiled kindly at her and stepped over the threshold.