door-to-door cute dad

Chapter 128 The Little Grandpa

When Yue Yi and the others came out, they saw the old man in the yard playing a musical instrument that was different in shape from the guzheng.

After some careful observation, Yue Yi can already conclude that what the old man plays is not the zither, but the qin.

The sound of playing the Guqin is obviously not as smooth as the Guzheng, but when playing "The Song of Funeral Flowers", it is full of sadness.

The old man's playing is so steady, although the sound of the piano is not very loud, but under the old man's skillful fingering, he plays with a different charm.

The weeping sound of the piano makes people clearly feel the sadness of Daiyu when she buried the flowers, as well as the stubbornness of unwillingness to yield.

Listening to this, Yue Yi felt a trace of gratitude in his heart, and couldn't help but put the hole flute in his hand to his mouth.

The next moment, the sound of the flute sounded, and the flute sang in harmony in the entire small courtyard, echoing each other like resentment or admiration.

The three little fellows of the Su family couldn't understand, after all, the relatively melodious sounds of Dongxiao and Guqin were different from what they usually heard.

However, the three little guys still listened very carefully, and didn't make any noise, just stood there and listened quietly.

But Su Linglu was able to understand it, and could hear the charm in the qinxiao, that kind of sad and stubborn taste.

Recalling the phrase that the old man chanted before, "The flower burial person laughs like a fool today, but he will know who he will be buried in the next year." Eye sockets soaked.

The qinxiao and the singing complement each other perfectly. In this performance that no one has heard, the old and the young fit together quite well.

As if it had been rehearsed, the sound of the piano and the flute was really perfect.

Finally, the old man let out a long sigh after playing a song, as if he had obtained a kind of spiritual satisfaction.

Standing up and coming in front of Yue Yi, he bowed very respectfully to Yue Yi.

Seeing this scene, Yue Yi quickly reached out to support the old man: "Don't be like this old man, I can't stand you like this."

The old man didn't force it, he straightened up and said, "Young man, you may not know how important the song you just played is to me."

Yue Yi hurriedly said: "Old man, you are really welcome. Actually, this song was taught to me by my father when I was learning Dongxiao from my father when I was young."

"Oh? Did your father teach you? I don't know where your father is, little friend? Can I let the old man meet?"

Hearing the old man asking about his father, Yue Yi hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm really sorry, my father has passed away."

The old man hurriedly apologized with a sad face: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, my friend, I shouldn't ask."

On the contrary, Yue Yi said calmly: "It doesn't matter, it all happened many years ago, it's a pity that I'm not good at learning skills, so I just learned this song in the end."

The old man asked seriously: "Speaking of which, your father is a lover of ancient music?"

Yue Yi was stunned, no matter in the memory of another life or this life, his father really liked ancient operas and operas.

Then he nodded and said, "Well, that's right, my father really liked ancient operas, but his favorite is opera."

Hearing this, the old man became even more energetic: "Oh? Does your father still like opera? Does he like Peking opera or Kunqu opera?"

Yue Yi smiled and replied: "My father likes Peking Opera and Kunqu Opera very much. He even took me to listen to Kunqu Opera when I was young."

The old man felt a little regretful after hearing this: "Hey, it's really a pity that I can't meet my comrades."

Then, without waiting for Yue Yi to speak, the old man said again: "Ah, by the way, I don't know if I can play this song "The Song of Burying Flowers" by my little friend?"

Yue Yi hesitated for a moment, a little unsure of the old man's intentions, wondering what the old man meant by playing?
Seeing Yue Yi's hesitation, the old man hurriedly said: "Oh, my friend, don't get me wrong, I don't want to keep this song for myself, I can wait for you to register the copyright first, and then I can spend money to buy your authorization. Then take it to play for my students."

At this time, Su Linglu stepped forward and asked, "Old man, you said you want to play for the students? Are you a teacher of the folk music department?"

The old man smiled and nodded: "Yes, my name is 'Sun Chungu' and I am a visiting professor of the Folk Music Department of the Shanghai Conservatory of Music."

Hearing the old man's name, Su Linglu pondered for a moment, then suddenly remembered who the old man was, and exclaimed: "You, are you that folk music master, Mr. Sun Chungu?"

The old man quickly smiled and waved his hands: "Hahaha, I can't afford to be a master of folk music. The old man is just a fan of folk music."

Su Linglu went on to say: "You are really too polite, I really didn't expect that you would open a musical instrument store here."

When Su Linglu was chatting with the old man very excitedly, Yue Yi thought about it carefully for a moment and suddenly remembered something.

Looking at the old man Sun Chungu in disbelief, he asked, "You are Sun Chungu? A master of folk music?"

Seeing Yue Yimu's stupefied look, Su Linglu quickly patted Yue Yi and said in a low voice, "What are you talking about? How can you call Elder Sun by his name directly?"

Sun Chungu smiled and waved his hands and said, "It doesn't matter, my friend and I have been friends for a long time. I don't know what to call you?"

The next moment, Yue Yi didn't answer, he was still bewildered, and seemed to be stunned.

Su Linglu smiled awkwardly at Mr. Sun, then pulled Yue Yi hard and said, "What are you thinking? Mr. Sun is talking to you."

Seeing that Yue Yi didn't answer immediately, Su Linglu had no choice but to say, "Grandpa Sun is sorry, my name is Su Linglu, and he is my husband, named Yue Yi."

Immediately afterwards, the three little girls also came forward and introduced themselves to Mr. Sun.

"My name is Su Mengyun, grandpa can call me Yunyun."

"My name is Su Mengxin, ah, you can call me Xinxin."

"Ha, Su Mengxuan, Xuanxuan."

Grandpa Sun nodded with a smile: "Hey, good, good, how are you all?"

He looked at Su Linglu again and asked, "Is it the child of the two of you?"

Su Linglu hurriedly explained: "It's my brother's child, and now we are both taking care of it."

At this moment, Yue Yi suddenly regained his composure, stepped forward and grabbed Mr. Sun and asked, "Sun Chungu? Grandpa, is your name really Sun Chungu? Then you must know Sun Yifan, right?"

"Sun Yifan?" The old man was taken aback for a moment, but then he looked at Yue Yi carefully.

Suddenly remembered something and said: "Oh, I remembered, you are that classmate of Yifan, aren't you?"

Yue Yi immediately smiled and said, "Yes, yes, yes, Grandpa Sun, I really didn't expect to meet you here. I also met Yifan in the morning."

Mr. Sun smiled: "Hahaha, you are getting older and your memory is not very good. You have changed a lot, and you are really different from when you were a child."

Su Linglu didn't expect that the folk music master in front of her would be the grandfather of Yue Yi's little Sun Yifan.

The two of them, one old and one young, chatted passionately, recalling Yue Yi's middle school days from time to time, but Su Linglu and the three little girls were left alone.

(End of this chapter)