Linyin Village is located at the foot of Linyin Mountain and is a small village surrounded by a sea of ​​bamboo.

The villagers mainly make a living by making various ancient musical instruments. However, in this era, young people were unwilling to take over traditional craftsmanship and went to work in other places. Those who remained were old craftsmen over fifty years old.

The two stood in the forest and stood out, looking at the scattered houses. Outside each household, there were elderly people chatting and making musical instruments.

Moreover, the sound of the tuner testing the instruments from the tuner will also be heard deep in the bamboo forest.

"Acan, why did you bring me here?" Lou Suwan gasped, and the fragrant sweat oozed out from her forehead.

"Let you play and find a master to teach us how to play a song." He reached out to wipe the sweat on her forehead.

"But I don't."

"I don't know, but I can learn."

Walking to a yard, "I'm sorry, please disturb you. Who is the inheritor of ancient musical instruments in your village?"

"I am. My ancestors have been making ancient musical instruments since the Ming Dynasty, such as Xiao, Guqin, Guzheng, and Pipa. Moreover, CCTV's Fun Festival column has also come to my house to record a period of the film. Don't you believe it? Then look at this." Zhao Can looked up and saw the medal on half of the wall.

"Recommended by the Enlightenment Column", "Chinese Traditional Craftsman", "The First Person in Playing the Flute", "The Most Valuable Folk Artist in Jiangning City"

"It seems pretty awesome."

"Acan, look at the wall of the family next to you."

When Zhao Can saw this, he was shocked.

"Traveling all over China",

c Chinese art treasures, "Photos of Beckham learning to play the flute"......

"Acan, I think it seems that they are all looking for a medal that costs 50 yuan for an advertising company."

"I also think, there is no hurry, I'll ask first. Old man, do you know how to play the flute?"

"Who can't play the flute? My ancestors played the flute for people in the Tang Dynasty."

"No, what you just said was the Ming Dynasty, why is it the Tang Dynasty again?"

"I have an explanation?"

"have."

"Uh, oh, these are not problems, hey! Do you buy musical instruments?"

"I'm disturbing." Lou Suwan pulled Zhao Can and left the yard: "A Can, do you have to find folk craftsmen?"

"Yeah, I have to find it."

"Then let's go to another house to ask."

"Wait" Zhao Can pulled Lou Suwan and said, "Listen."

Listen carefully, a heart-warming sound of piano came from the depths of the bamboo sea. The afternoon sun shone through the gaps of the bamboo sea, a breeze blew, and the bamboo leaves fell misty, with a profound artistic conception.

The sound of this piano sounds beautiful and makes people feel refreshed.

The sound of the piano came to an abrupt end.

This should be true.

Zhao Can asked the old man in the yard just now: "Who played the piano sound of the old man? Do you know?"

The old man looked at him and ignored him.

"Wait a minute." Lou Suwan returned to the yard with excitement and took out 100 yuan to the old man. After chatting for a few words, she came back happily.

"I found out that I was a man named Feng Qingyang, who lived there and left."

"Suwan, you are getting smarter."

"Hmph! Of course."

Passing through a small bridge in the sea of ​​bamboo, there are more than a dozen wooden houses scattered on the other end of the bridge.

I just found an old man sitting at the door wearing a sweatshirt and a palm-leaf fan.

Zhao Can: "Uncle, does Feng Qingyang live here?"

"What is Feng Qing?"

"The wind is clear and bright."

"What Qingyang?"

"The wind is clear and bright!"

"What's the wind blowing?"

"Okay, uncle, please cool down first."

Uncle: "Hao."

Zhao Can walked forward with Lou Suwan who was holding her back and didn't dare to laugh.

Kuang Cang yelled, and a tall bamboo fell down, just in front of the old man. He was startled and furious. He threw away the cigarette butts and pointed at the distance and cursed: "Feng Qingyang, you!"

Huh?

Zhao Can and Lou Suwan turned their heads and looked at Feng Qingyang at the same time.

Feng Qingyang is an old man in his 60s who is planning to cut bamboo to make musical instruments.

Zhao Can: "Are you Feng Qingyang? A traditional musical instrument craftsman?"

Feng Qingyang shook his remaining Mediterranean hair: "Hello, please call me Sean Yang Nestumite Oil."

"Nestumite oil and soil."

Lou Suwan: "......"

"Feng Qingyang, um, no, Sean, can you teach us to play a piece of music?"

Sean vetoed: "No, I won't teach."

Lou Suwan acted coquettishly: "We came from all over the world, so you can teach us."

Huh

Sean got goosebumps all over.

"Cough cough cough cough no, if you say it doesn't work, I haven't taught students for decades, and I won't destroy my principles for you two..."

Zhao Can took out 10,000 yuan directly.

Sean was furious: "Boy, what do you mean? You are trampling on my dignity and insulting my personality? Don't think there are a few stinky smells..."

Yoyo yo ~

Before the word "money" could be said, another ten thousand was thrown in Sean's palm.

"I won't make it for this little money..."

Bang! Another ten thousand.

"Young people are so insulting. My personality is so useless by you." Feng Qingyang took a deep breath: "Well, it's too inhumane to see if you two really want to study. If I don't agree, it will be too unkind. Alas! It seems that decades of persistence have ended here." Put 30,000 yuan in your bag: "Let's go."

“Where to go?”

"Go and help me pick up my dignity."

Zhao Can: “…….”

Lou Suwan: "How can you make so much money when trading stocks?"

Zhao Can has quietly described the funds as earnings from stock trading and instilled them into friends around him.

People around you have to believe it.

.........

Sean's house.

"What kind of musical instruments do you know? Can you play the flute?"

Zhao Can: "I don't play the flute."

Lou Suwan: "I learned a little flute blowing when I was a child."

"Don't play the flute, Sean will ask for other instruments, emmm, guqin."

"Acan, I won't."

Zhao Can patted her little head: "It won't be okay, Sean will teach me." He looked at the virtual time in front of him, and there were 67 minutes and 52 seconds left.

"Just Guqin, Sean, please teach it quickly, just this song "Finger on the Moon with Left Hand"."

"Okay, no problem."

Zhao Can and the other one sat side by side in the yard.

Sean held the music score in front of him and explained.

The breeze blows the fallen leaves, slowly falling, and spins onto the guqin.
To be continued...