I am a cripple in the Siheyuan. Who am I afraid of?

Chapter 547 July Fire
The old leader is still as energetic as he was back then. He drank one glass of Moutai after another without any fear. Of course, it may be that he has found the old taste and can't help himself for a moment.

While still drunk, Song Wu asked him, "Are you really not going to see the 30th anniversary of the National Day?"

The old chief smiled and said, "I am embarrassed to go up there. Although I have tried my best, I have wasted a lot of good time over the years. I am embarrassed to stand up there and face everyone. So retirement is retirement."

More than a decade later, the ship broke through the fog and was about to face the sea of ​​stars. However, in the storm, the sailors and passengers were still in a state of confusion, and everyone was trying to figure out the direction. Even the ship had to be repaired before it could face a longer journey.

But the old captains on the ship have gone through ups and downs and have retired. The only difference is the old chief, who has passed the 80-year-old mark this year and is almost 82, but is still energetic and healthy. This can be regarded as a change in the original result.

It also gives the ship a lot more heritage and driving force to move forward.

It was just around noon, and Xia had just finished playing a song. She got up from the pavilion and walked to the wine table. She pulled a chair and sat down to pour wine for the two of them.

The old leader smiled and said to her, "Don't refuse the invitations from the universities to give lectures. From what I can see, your attainments in playing the guqin have already caught up with your teachers back then. It's time to work on training future talent."

It was obvious that Xia was a little moved. But she turned her head to look at Song Wu first. After all, she had been quiet for so many years, almost never leaving the house, and her life was not troubled too much, but it was inevitable that she was a little tempted.

However, in the past two years, Song Wu had always said that the time was not right and asked her to be patient. But now the old leader brought it up again, and Xia couldn't help but look at Song Wu for advice.

Song Wu smiled and patted her arm. "Since the old leader has said so, let's go and do our part. I think the time is right."

Xia was very happy, with a gleam in her eyes, and excitedly held Song Wu's hand: "Is it really okay?"

Song Wu smiled and nodded.

The old leader on the opposite side also laughed and said to Song Wu: "You are too cautious. You don't take any risks. But I have to admit that you are quite accurate."

Then he turned his head and smiled at Xia, "He agreed, so just go ahead, it should be okay. We won't go back, all we have to do is move forward. Take on more students and pass on the traditional art, don't let it be cut off. By the way, I heard that you haven't wasted time at home in the past few years, and you have been concentrating on learning to make guqin. Let me see if you have any good works."

When Xia heard the old leader talking about this topic, she stood up immediately like a little girl and even said playfully, "Come with me to have a look. I just made a great piano that I'm very proud of."

Xia even pulled the old leader up regardless of anything and walked towards the west wing with his hand.

"Come with me, old man. Many of my works are displayed in this room. This is only a small part. There is also a special yard over there that displays all my works."

The entire west wing has become a small exhibition hall, or a collection room.

The partitions on the wall, the display racks in the middle, and the tables against the wall are all filled with guqins.

The old leader was surprised and asked, "Are these all your works?"

Xia smiled and said, "You think too highly of me, how could I have so many? Most of these are my collection. Of course, they were all picked out for me by Song Wu over the years. It used to be very difficult for me and my teachers to find a good piano. I never dared to think that I could have so many good pianos. Every piano in this room is a treasure passed down from generation to generation." The old leader looked around the room and carefully examined each piano. He shook his head as he looked at them, and was amazed.

Finally, he said to Xia: "Song Wu took advantage of the opportunity to gain a lot of benefits, but it is because of him that these pianos can be kept. Otherwise, they might have been burned long ago. Now they might have become waste wood and rotten charcoal. How could I have the chance to see them again? That's really a pity."

Xia smiled and said to the old leader: "Song Wu promised me that he would open a museum in a few years. He would allocate a large exhibition hall specifically for my guqin. You, old man, must be a witness, and don't let him go back on his word."

The two chatted and laughed, and finally came to the reddish guqin placed on the table in the middle of the room.

Xia said to the old leader very proudly: "This is the piano I made myself. I named it Liuhuo. When it was made in July, I felt the enthusiasm and vitality of Liuhuo, and a passion surged in my heart."

The old leader tried to pluck the strings gently, shook his head, smiled and said to Xia: "The scorching heat in July is just like our country and the land under our feet. It is full of vitality."

At this moment, the sound of bicycles and children's laughter came from outside the house.

Xia said to the old leader: "Xiaoya and the others are home from school. They will all be very happy to know that you are here."

Outside in the yard, a tall, black-haired mixed-race girl was pouting, holding Song Wu's arm and complaining coquettishly, "Dad, Brother Xiaoqing is being naughty. He agreed to go to the National Day Gala with me, but now he doesn't want to go. Go talk to him."

Song Wu patted Song Xiaoya's arm lovingly and asked her, "Why doesn't your brother Xiaoqing want to go? Does he have a reason?"

Song Xiaoya pouted and said unhappily, "He wants to go with Huiru's mother to prepare the banquet. He heard that it was a National Day banquet and he couldn't miss it. He must go to help Huiru's mother."

Just at this time Song Xiaoqing parked his bicycle and walked over.

This kid has never called Song Wu "Dad" and still calls him "Uncle Song Wu". This makes Song Wu so angry that his teeth itch, and makes Xu Damao grin with joy.

Qin Huairu finished preparing the last dish and brought it out of the kitchen. When she saw Song Xiaoqing, a smile immediately appeared on her face.

She put the dishes on the table and asked Song Wu first: "Where is the old leader?"

Song Wu gestured towards the west wing and said, "Xia took him to show off the new piano she made."

Qin Huairu laughed: "It can be seen that Xia is very satisfied with the piano. She would take anyone who comes to have a look at it."

Qin Huairu smiled and touched Song Xiaoya's hair again, and asked her: "Xiaoya, who made you unhappy? You pout and look angry."

Song Xiaoya let go of the hand that was holding Song Wu's arm, turned around and hugged Qin Huairu's arm: "Huairu's mother, don't let Brother Xiaoqing go with you to the banquet, let him accompany me to the art performance, okay."

(End of this chapter)