Back to 1988, in order to lay down liver skills

Chapter 24 The First Level [-] Skill

The plan is arranged like this, once a week, changing places each time.

The current tentative order and locations are: Oilfield, Tongshu County, Baishu County, Baiguo County and Tongshan County.

Among them, Tongshan County already belongs to another city next door, and is not under the jurisdiction of Xiyang City.

If there is a place that is richer, wait until you have made a full circle before going, and finally come back to a few towns near the oil field.

Why go far first and then get closer, because the weather is good now, and the car is quite comfortable. When it snows and wants to go too far, the bus may stop.

……

Yan Changqing still likes performing arts.

The main reason is that I feel uncomfortable being stared at. Only by focusing on the erhu can I forget that I am on the street.

At this time, the skill proficiency will increase faster.

Over time, he also developed his own theory of mood.

For example, if you want to be proud, before playing the erhu, think back to the poems such as the spring breeze, horseshoe disease, walking all over Chang'an flowers in a day, or going out with a smile on your face. proud.

Or it may reflect the feeling of being content, or lying down, just think of me sleeping alone during the sun; or a bowl of tea, a cup of wine, a busy world; or the new fermented wine of green ants, and a small red clay stove; In my later years, I am quiet and don't care about everything; at this time, my emotions are in the sky, and I have nothing to do...

For another example, if you want to play a more heroic song, just recall that the whole house is full of flowers and drunk three thousand guests, and one sword is light and cold in fourteen states; why don't men wear Wu hooks and collect fifty states in North America...

As for the more sad ones, Yan Changqing remembers more, such as ten years of life and death, there are loquat trees in the garden, the king buried the spring and sold the bones, the night came and the dream suddenly returned home, the paper ashes flew like white butterflies, pitiful and helpless. Dinghe Bone...

Some poems are just a single sentence, which has already grabbed people's hearts. If they are accompanied by an erhu, it is not called performing arts, it is called heart abuse.

Yan Changqing only tried it once, and several aunts onlookers were in tears, and even several seven-foot men had red eyes, desperately taking money out of their pockets...

It was only then that he discovered that when his erhu skills were close to the full level of the first level, the contagion was really too strong.

The effect is better than those of famous artists who sing and cry for half the audience, but I can have this effect with my own erhu.

He has even deduced that if his skills reach level two and his artistic conception is immersed in this kind of sad poetry, he may make half a block of people cry after finishing the song.

Why bother?
I am selling art, not selling miserables.

It would be nice to make everyone happy, why bother to pull those sad and sad tunes, in this late autumn when the leaves are falling, let people all look sad, is it fun?

……

The monotonous days always pass very quickly, as if in a blink of an eye, the weather has cooled down.

Yan Changqing played the erhu slowly, the weather was rather gloomy, so just play a soothing tone and let everyone relax.

Of course, he himself is very calm, and he can gain more or less, but these days, as long as he can earn some money, he can have a good year.Anyway, Yan Changqing is already very satisfied, and now he enjoys walking around and seeing the scenery belonging to this era even more.

Now the uncle and nephew have already made two rounds of the reserved places, and the place where he is currently is a small town called Xingshu Town.

In a small town similar to Peachtree Town, there is not much difference from the clothes, but the houses on both sides of the street are obviously better than Peachtree Town.

This is also where the oil fields made their fortune.

On the way here, there are donkey-head machines nodding their heads and working non-stop in the farmland, and black oil gushes out where people can't see it...

Wrong, people here can often see oil gushing out.

In addition to the people working in the oil fields, the locals have now developed a new industry, especially the one that the oil field people hate: stealing oil.

Just find a place where there are oil pipelines that no one sees, and you can find crude oil when you dig it up, put it in a container, pull it on a small cart, and send it to a small refinery nearby for money, and the money is quick and easy.

Some people do what they do and love what they do, and what they do is a lifetime.

It is really capable of doing it for a lifetime, and there will still be people doing it 30 years later. Although stealing oil at that time was not considered to be making money compared to working or other livelihoods, some people wanted to do it and were arrested—or else Yan Changqing would not have heard of this before his rebirth.

Even if it was severely cracked down later, even if the oil field soon established its own security team, the oil pipelines extend in all directions, and it is impossible to take care of them completely.

Even after monitoring was installed everywhere, some people still do it.

For example, those who Yan Changqing heard about were arrested because they felt safe on the way to steal oil, and it was too hot, so they took off their hats and headgears and accidentally exposed them to surveillance.

In fact, the money they earn from stealing oil is small money, and the repairs of damaged oil pipelines cost a lot of money.

How about attracting the hatred of the people in the oil field!
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But Yan Changqing can't control these things, anyway, compared with other places, people here have more money in their pockets, so he will gain more from performing arts.

Thinking that someone would be caught stealing oil 30 years later, Yan Changqing felt a little more schadenfreude, so when the tune changed, he also became happier.

In the gloomy sky, the melodious erhu is like the warm sunshine, which makes people feel happy listening to it.

Pulling and pulling Yan Changqing feels more relaxed and happy, so let's change to a more cheerful song, horse racing!

It was as if I heard the sound of horseshoes in my ears, as if I suddenly felt the freedom of galloping horses and running against the wind...

Obviously there is only one erhu, and the sound should be very monotonous, as if it suddenly became an orchestra, making the people who heard it unconsciously reveal a sense of satisfaction.

After finishing a song, Yan Changqing felt a sense of completeness.

It's cool.

Then looking at the crowd around him, Yan Changqing suddenly realized something.

With a subconscious thought, the skill bar belonging to the erhu appeared in front of him.

The originally full progress bar was gone, but now it is empty, with no progress at all.

Take a closer look, and the symbol representing the first level at the back has changed.

Is this a secondary skill?
It turns out that the skill is just like this, and it has been advanced in this street.

Involuntarily, he played the erhu again.

It's still the horse racing song.

When the sound of the erhu sounded, he seemed to see the endless grassland, the sunset in the sky, and the galloping horses on the grassland under the sunset...

They are so dynamic, just looking at them makes people feel that kind of freedom and unrestrained.

The flying hooves, the flying mane, the horse's tail that was almost pulled parallel to the horse's back by the wind...

The setting sun coated the horses with a layer of gold, and the horses ran across the grassland, as if flying over people's hearts, making people involuntarily follow them with their eyes...

The charm of music is in the sound of the erhu, and it shows its power on this small street.

Unknowingly, there is a light snow falling from the sky, little by little, under the gray sky, like the beating notes on the streets of a small town, coming and disappearing...

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It's snowing!

After the song stopped, Yan Changqing was in a happy mood, auspicious snow heralds a good year!
Although there is only a little snow now.

By the way, I have to go home quickly. If it snows a little bit harder, the bus will stop running willfully.

The people around had just finished listening to a song, and it was very quiet, and no one gave a tip.

What you just heard is a second-level skill. It is not too much to say that it is a baptism of music!
But today we ordinary people are happy, so we don’t care about you anymore!
Thinking of stretching out her hand and getting up to get the paint bucket containing the money, an aunt suddenly shouted: "Don't, I haven't paid the money yet! It sounds so good, such a small child, it's so rare!"

As he spoke, he stuffed fifty cents into the bucket.

The surrounding crowd suddenly became lively.

"Yeah, yeah! It sounds so good..."

"I can't say where it sounds good, but it sounds comfortable..."

"It's amazing, what's the name of this song..."

"I know I know, it's called a horse race..."

"I said, I can feel that... a lot of horses are running!"

"Ha ha……"

Amidst the discussion, the joyful crowd seemed to come to their senses, and generously donated money.

Yan Changqing: "..."

It's not that I didn't want to pay for the feelings just now, it's so nice to hear, I'm fascinated by it!

Sure enough, it's a second-level skill, Xiao Yupan is honest and honest!

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