A phonograph, or record player, is too advanced for Gao Yang, and he really doesn't know how to use it.

Holding a vinyl record, he stood beside the record machine and stared blankly for a while. Gao Yang finally whispered: "I don't know how to use this..."

Yarebin stood up with a smile. He walked to the phonograph, took the record from Gao Yang's hand, stared at it for a moment, and then whispered: "This phonograph was bought by my father, thirty-three turns, produced in East Germany, and it is expensive. This record is stereo, which was a rare thing back then."

Gao Yang said in surprise: "This is actually left by your father!"

Judging from Yarebin's face, it was impossible to tell that what he was holding was the thing left by his father, because Yarebin was too dull and didn't look excited at all, which led Gao Yang to think that this was an object left by the family that Yarebin moved in after the death of his parents.

Yarepin nodded and whispered, "Yes, my father left behind, this is his lifeblood, and I won't move at all."

Yarepin took the record out of the protective cover, looked at the record, with a deep thought on his face. Finally, he shook his head, placed the record on the turntable, unlocked the tonearm, and watched the record start to rotate, and then slowly put the needle down.

"Ahhh, it's still useful."

Joseph sighed and said, "The former owner wanted to take this away. He thought it was an antique that should be worth some money. I bought it for 200 dollars. Fortunately, it was okay."

The thick male voice sang, and Yarebin's body stiffened and his face was incredible.

The Holy War is a Holy War, and Gao Yang is very familiar with this song.

Yarebin said with surprise: "Hi, this is a sacred war. I understand. This record is the first front-page record of the Hongqi Song and Dance Troupe recorded a stereo sound. This is the top of my father's heart!"

Gao Yang looked at Joseph and gave him a thumbs up.

Yarebin looked at Joseph and smiled and said, "You made money. This kind of front-page record is very expensive, two hundred dollars, phonograph and record, you made a lot!"

Joseph shrugged, "This is yours."

Yarebin shook his head and smiled, "No more, so you really made a big profit."

Yarebin sat back on the sofa, and then smiled and said, "Let's enjoy the music. It's undeniable that the music is developing, but it's still the best we were back then."

Jarebin closed his eyes, slapped the beat, and listened to the music intently.

Because it was a special front-page single, there was a sacred war on the record. Now Gao Yang also knows how to operate the record machine. After listening to it three times, Yarebin finally opened his eyes.

Yarebin stood up and smiled and said, "Sit down, I'll take a look."

Gao Yang said: "I will accompany you..."

"No, no, I'll walk by myself, myself."

Smiling and rejecting Gao Yang's request, Yarepin began to walk around every room. At this time, Joseph whispered in Gao Yang's ear: "Everything is restored as much as possible. Of course, it is impossible to restore 100% but there are 70% or 80% of the furniture. Most of the furniture was kept. However, we bought the sofa at someone else's house. The furniture distributed in the Soviet era was many people with the same style. It can be preserved in the family of not such a wealthy person."

Looking at the sofa that Jarebin had just sat on, Gao Yang whispered: "Beautiful work."

"I've returned to my original state. Will it be any irritating to the old man?"

"No, his spirit is extremely powerful."

"Try to buy bed sheets and quilts according to the old model. It's different, but I can't find a more suitable one. Time is too tight and I have someone move the electronic products away. I don't think there is any meaning to keep them."

“Very well, very well handled.”

After waiting for about ten minutes, Yarepin walked out of the room, then he opened his arms to Gao Yang and smiled, "It's much better than I expected. I'm back home, I'm back home."

Gao Yang laughed and said softly: "It's good if you're satisfied."

Yarebin breathed a sigh of relief, then he pointed to the room behind him and said, "Can you help me move out the recliner inside?"

Gao Yang and Joseph immediately went in and moved out a large and heavy honest recliner and placed it in the living room. It has to be said that the Soviet things were indeed thick and heavy, but they were also really strong. Decades have passed and nothing happened.

Yarebin sat slowly on the recliner, then slowly leaned forward. Then he closed his eyes and smiled and said, "My father likes to lie here when he comes back, ask me about my homework. He likes to listen to music on this chair, but at that time I had a lot more records than I am now, so I can put the music up."

The music started again, and Yarebin slowly shook his lounge chair. When a sacred war was played, Yarebin opened his eyes, sighed softly, and said, "I'm a little sleepy. I want to go up and go to bed. I originally wanted to sleep in my father and mother's room, but think about it, I'd better go back to my own room."

Gao Yang smiled and said, "I haven't had supper yet, teacher."

Joseph said on the side: "I asked the hostess to make dinner, red vegetable soup, beef stew, and Lieba, all of which are prepared in the kitchen, I'll take it over immediately."

Yarepin touched his stomach and smiled and said, "I am indeed a little hungry, so eat less. It's not good to eat too much when I'm old."

Joseph quickly brought the supper out.

Yarebin didn't speak during the meal, and he ate very slowly. After finishing, he looked around and sighed, "The taste is good, it's really good, high. If possible, please invite the hostess back to cook for me."

Gao Yang smiled and said, "Okay, no problem!"

Yarepin nodded, stood up, and smiled and said, "It's time for me to sleep, high, help me up."

Gao Yang helped Yarebin up, and the two slowly went up the stairs and returned to Yarebin's own room. Looking at the newly decorated house, Yarebin smiled, sat by the bed, then patted the bed, and whispered: "Sit down."

Gao Yang sat next to Yarebin.

"Gao, Baskov will become your powerful tool. With him, I have nothing to do for you."

Gao Yang felt a little panicked, and he immediately said anxiously: "No, teacher, you know mine. I am far from the time to lead the black devil independently."

Yarebin smiled and said, "The era of the black devil has passed, and the system of cultivating the black devil is gone. Silly kids, you can never become a black devil. All you need is to command them and lead them."

Gao Yang felt dry mouth and he whispered: "You have to help me, teacher, teach me more."
Chapter completed!