Zhao Shi found that she was increasingly unable to see through Zhang Moqian.

Why does a man who dresses and looks so "counterfeit" know so much?

Sometimes, why does his eyes exude a vicissitudes of vicissitudes? Sometimes, for example, now, the local bun is looking down at his legs with a vulgar face, and he thinks I don’t know?

The rustic bun is definitely a man with a story! Zhao Shi thought so!

Zhang Moqian smiled and interrupted Zhao Shi's thoughts: "Zhao Shi, the golden sunshine is open, I still hope you can help me cut the ribbon."

"You are afraid that Xue Chan will not dare to agree, right?" Zhang Moqian thought for a while and said.

"Your provocation is useless to me." Zhao Shiliang glanced at Zhang Moqian with bright beautiful eyes and said softly: "I'll ask you something. If you can answer me truthfully, I'll cut the ribbon for you."

"What's the matter? Ask!" Zhang Moqian was shocked.

"What is your relationship with Tang Youyang?" Zhao Shi looked straight into Zhang Moqian's eyes, her pretty face full of expectations. As a loyal fan of Tang Youyang, Zhao Shi has always wanted to find Tang Youyang's whereabouts and visit him in person.

"Why do you ask that?" Zhang Moqian's eyes flashed.

"I heard the song "Zhang Family Men" you played at the Guqin Club, Tang Youyang's final work. I listened to it at the concert in her Magic City when I was very young." Zhao Shi looked serious. "Since you can play this song, you must know Tang Youyang."

Zhang Moqian said with an oh, "I am worthy of being the national champion, I know the goods." He really didn't expect that Zhao Shi knew about this song, because except for her mother and sister, she could play it himself, and almost no one could play it out.

"Tell me, what is the relationship between you and Tang Youyang?" Zhao Shi's eyes shone.

"She is my mother." Zhang Moqian said bluntly. Zhang Moqian was very proud to be the son of the woman who stunned the world.

"Ah!" Zhao Shi opened her mouth wide and said in surprise: "Impossible, how could such a beautiful woman like Tang Youyang give birth to a son like you?"

“…”

Zhang Moqian was ashamed. Except for his eyes and mouth, he inherited everything like his mother, and everything else was inherited as Zhang Yiqun. He was handsome and dare not say it, but TMD is not ugly either!

Zhao Shi stared at Zhang Moqian's face and looked at him for a long time. After a long time, she thoughtfully said: "You are indeed a bit like Tang Youyang."

"Hey, right, your piano was taught by your mother, right?" Zhao Shi seemed to open up the conversation, like a machine gun speed: "Since I was a child, I have always wanted to be a pianist. Your mother played the piano so delicious."

"Do you know? Your mother is my idol, and I always want to meet her. Is she okay now?" Zhao Shi said before Zhang Moqian finished speaking.

So excited! The rustic bun is actually Tang Youyang’s son!

Zhang Moqian's eyes darkened, and he felt so depressed that he took out a cigarette and lit it and took a deep breath, saying, "My mother is dead!"

"Ah! How could it be..." Zhao Shi saw a strong sense of sadness from Tu Baozi's eyes, and his heart felt as if he was stabbed by some sharp spike, causing a faint pain.

At this moment, the sound of the erhu sounded in the hall. Looking sideways, an old man who looked over 60 years old sat cross-legged on the ground, holding an ordinary erhu in his arms, and a wine gourd next to it, pulling a sad song - "Song of Sickness".

"He is a strange man, and he has something to do with his boss. He comes here every day to play an erhu song." Zhao Shi saw the sadness in Zhang Moqian's eyes, and wanted to pull away his thoughts.

"Song of the Sickness", Liu Tianhua's debut work, the author suffered from unemployment, lost his father, and became depressed. So he used Erhu song to enjoy his worries. In this state of mind, he created "Song of the Sickness", using illness to describe his emotions, and did not complain without illness. His heart disease is the greatest, and he was worried about the country and the people. As soon as this song came out, it amazed the world.

For some reason, Zhang Moqian suddenly felt sad from the bottom of his heart, but he had nowhere to vent, as if he suddenly felt the pain of spoiling his mother for the rest of her life.

Zhao Shi also noticed Zhang Moqian's strangeness, turned her head and looked at Zhang Moqian who was staring at the old man playing the erhu.

His eyes were sad and lonely, and he felt sad and resentful all over his body, and Zhao Shi frowned.

"Old man, can you let me play a song?" Zhang Moqian couldn't help but walk forward and asked calmly.

"Can you pull it?" The old man drank the wine in the gourd and asked with a smile. Zhang Moqian nodded and said, "I learned some from my mother when I was a child?"

The old man stopped talking and looked a little difficult to get up. Zhang Moqian quickly helped the old man get up. The old man smiled, feeling a sense of slight wind and clouds.

When the age of the old man, most of his body has entered the soil. He has too many things to be indifferent to him and he has looked down on him.

The old man handed the erhu to Zhang Moqian and stood aside. Zhao Shi kept looking at Zhang Moqian thoughtfully. He just wanted to see how this man shone brightly at the moment when he was amazed!

Zhang Moqian took the erhu from the old man, sat on the ground like the old man, glanced at the wine gourd beside him, and laughed and said, "If you want to drink, just drink it. Ordinary corn wine is not expensive."

Zhang Moqian did not refuse, and raised his head and took a mouthful of it in his mouth. He was so happy that he put down the wine gourd, sat upright, arranged his erhu, smiled mockingly, and pulled it.

Mother……

When the first note came out, Zhao Shi and the old man also shouted in surprise: "My Mother""

Zhao Shi wanted to make Zhang Moqian stop, but was pulled by the old man. The old man shook his head with a frown. Zhao Shi looked at Zhang Moqian, who had already entered the state with his eyes closed. Her brows were furrowed. She had already observed Zhang Moqian's strangeness. At this moment, Zhang Moqian played this erhu song that was called extremely desolate. If she could not control it, she would definitely fall into it and hurt her body.

It sounds like it's a bit exaggerated, but if you can't control it, it will eventually hurt your mind.

"My Mother" is the Erhu Song that is as famous as "Erquan Yingyue", "River Water" and "Song of Sickness". It is also a heartbreaking and intoxicating music.

But if you don’t grasp the degree well, you may fall into that kind of sadness and misery!

Zhao Shi had just seen Zhang Moqian's appearance and knew that something might happen to Zhang Moqian, but fortunately the old man grabbed him, otherwise if he woke him up, the probability of something happening would be even greater. Why would he panic if he secretly scolded him?

"My Mother" is not a descriptive music like "High Mountains and Flowing Water", but a song that integrates sadness and nostalgia.

Zhao Shi and the old man both frowned and looked at Zhang Moqian, but as he heard it, he was trapped in by Zhang Moqian's sad and miserable erhu sound. Before he knew it, the two of them also entered their emotions with the erhu sound.

At the beginning of the song is an introduction, which seems to be a deep and painful sigh, as if the author is telling us his mourning and sadness at this moment with an uncontrollable emotion.

Zhang Moqian was confiding: Twenty-year ago, his mother, who had been pregnant for ten months, gave birth to him. At the age of one year, his mother taught him to learn to speak. At the age of two, he had difficulty learning to walk with his mother's help. At the age of three, his mother taught him to read and read. At the age of four, his mother taught him to play the piano... At the age of sixteen, his mother gave him a close-fitting four-leaf clover mutton fat jade, so that he could be careful in the army and pay attention to safety.

Three months later, his mother was killed, but he was not around...

Zhang Moqian started from the bass, and the melody rose four times in a row, like a river tide that broke out. The middle melody jumped to the high note, reaching the apex of this tune. Then the melody decomposed and chords fell, leading to the theme. Several pauses in the middle, like a gap of crying, and a sob of sadness and anger. The end gave people a sense of unfulfilled feeling, as if the author was still silently confiding, confiding, confiding...

After the song was over, Zhang Moqian felt as if he had entered his own world, without any scruples. He slowly attracted everyone on the third floor and surrounded him unknowingly. Some of them were children and some were parents, and they could understand the sadness in Zhang Moqian's song.

How sad it is to be a son who wants to raise his parents but his parents are gone!

When Zhang Moqian's song ended, Zhao Shi also opened her eyes. When she saw Zhang Moqian in an instant, she felt the illusion of being a human being for two lifetimes. Her heart moved and became even more shocked.

"What kind of man are you and what kind of story has you had!" Zhao Shi naturally said to herself.

Zhang Moqian returned the erhu to the old man, went downstairs and out of the cafe with Zhao Shi, and found that night had already fallen and the sky was full of stars.

Zhang Moqian couldn't help but look up.

You asked me what I was doing before I was born, and I replied: I picked my mother in heaven. When I saw you, I thought you were very good. I wanted to be your son, but I felt that I might not have the luck. But I didn’t expect that the next morning, I was already in your stomach.
Chapter completed!