Brush Up Your Proficiency

Wang Hao felt that time passed too quickly. It seemed like when he closed his eyes and opened them again, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

Wang Hao had originally planned to go to the back mountain to practice the erhu in the afternoon, but this plan had to be officially shelved after this sound sleep.

Wang Hao couldn't help but sigh, "A comfortable life really makes people degenerate!" He thought about how he never had such a long and peaceful nap when he was outside!

In the countryside, dinner time is usually much earlier than in the city.

At this moment, Wang Hao's mother had already returned from visiting neighbors. Her expression gave off a very comfortable feeling, as if she had completely defeated her opponent in a duel, and now she was preparing dinner in the kitchen.

Wang Hao walked into the kitchen with a sleepy look, watching his mother humming an unknown tune, and said, "Mom, let me cook!"

However, Liu Zhi looked at Wang Hao, who had just woken up, and replied with concern, "No need, you cook better. There's no reason to always let you cook. Everyone ate too much for lunch, and we're not particularly hungry now. Tonight, we'll just have some millet porridge with some cold dishes."

As a mother, Liu Zhi was very clear about the contributions her son had made to the family. It would be a lie to say she didn't feel sorry for him. What mother wouldn't want her child to live comfortably!

However, facing the rapid pace of social development, they were ultimately left behind. Today's society has exceeded the limits of their ability to bear. And the only thing she can do is to give her son a warm home and the freedom to sleep as long as he wants now.

Seeing his mother's persistence, Wang Hao didn't say anything more and helped her prepare the ingredients needed for the cold dishes.

"Xiao Lan, stop playing with your phone in the room, come out and eat!" Mother Liu Zhi saw that the meal was ready, but her daughter hadn't come out of the room yet, so she stood at the kitchen door and shouted.

Wang Hao, who was scooping millet porridge in the kitchen, couldn't help but smile when he heard this familiar shout.

He remembered when he was a child, he was just as naughty, playing around all day. Often, he would disappear when it was time for dinner, and his mother would always use the same way to call him back from the street.

At that time, he was young and ignorant, enjoying even playing with mud. He didn't know what social death was. He didn't feel bad about being called back by his mother in public. As long as he heard his mother's call, he would happily run home.

Looking back now, that time was the happiest and most carefree time.

Although the years have left their mark on Liu Zhi, her voice is still as penetrating as it used to be.

This voice traveled through every inch of the small courtyard, through Wang Lan's door, and directly into her ears.

Wang Lan was startled and quickly responded, "Got it!" Then she quickly put down her phone and walked quickly to the kitchen. She knew very well that if she moved a little slower, she might incur her mother's blame or other bad consequences. Therefore, she dared not delay at all, as if it were a conditioned reflex.

"My dear mother, I was just sleeping, not playing with my phone!" Wang Lan walked to Liu Zhi's side, shaking her arm coquettishly and said.

Hearing Wang Lan's somewhat pretentious words, Liu Zhi and Wang Hao both showed a look of disgust, but their eyes were filled with deep affection for Wang Lan. Their sister seemed to be their source of happiness. As long as she was there, the atmosphere would become particularly cheerful.

With the afterglow of the setting sun, the family of four sat around the table in the small courtyard, enjoying this simple and warm dinner.

Wang Lan was like a treasure, constantly creating all kinds of joy and laughter. One moment, she would spout a few extreme internet buzzwords, causing everyone to burst into laughter; another moment, she would share various gossip from school, making people listen with great interest.

Her energetic and lively personality made the three of them sigh. If she could put this energy into studying when taking the college entrance examination, she would definitely get into a better school than the old Zhu family's kid. However, they were still quite satisfied with the university she was currently attending.

However, Wang Lin and his wife always had a small regret in their hearts, which was about Wang Hao's schooling.

Back then, young Wang Hao was too active, and they, as a couple, did not pay attention to this in time and provide correct guidance. As a result, the school Wang Hao ended up attending was not ideal.

Even so, he is still a good kid, just not so good at studying.

There is more than one path in life, and everyone has their own unique development trajectory. Just like Wang Hao now, although he doesn't have a high degree, he can gain a foothold in society through his own efforts. Isn't that another kind of life?

The warm dinner time ended. Back in his room, Wang Hao, who had slept all afternoon, was not sleepy at all. He tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. Wang Hao thought that since he couldn't sleep anyway, he might as well put the plan from the afternoon into practice.

So, after saying hello to his family, he picked up the erhu and walked towards the small earthen slope behind the mountain.

"When did your brother start playing the erhu? Only Old Fu at the east end of the village plays a little bit occasionally. Few people play with this thing," Wang Lin looked at Wang Hao's back as he walked away with the qin case, his heart filled with doubts, and then turned to ask his daughter.

Everyone had their own musical dreams when they were young, and Wang Lin was no exception.

Back then, he was very envious of those who could play instruments. At that time, he thought they were very cool, able to make such beautiful music with the instruments.

But unfortunately, he only stopped at fantasy and did not really try and pursue it. Now that he saw that his son could actually play the erhu, although it was not the guitar he dreamed of when he was young, they were both stringed instruments, which couldn't help but evoke his deep nostalgia for the past.

"My brother only recently started playing the erhu, but he plays it very well! You haven't heard it, especially that song 'Horse Racing', he plays it amazingly! There are even videos of my brother playing online!" Wang Lan said with a proud face, and while saying that, she took out her mobile phone and found the video she had swiped before, and handed it to her father to watch.

Wang Lin's eyes were fixed on the video screen on his daughter's mobile phone, which vaguely showed Wang Hao and his sister.

As the passionate and sorrowful erhu sound rang out, Wang Lin's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, his heart full of doubt and shock—he simply couldn't believe his ears! Is this really the erhu tune played by his son? How could he play it so well?

You must know that musical talent is not something everyone has, and this kind of national musical instrument like the erhu requires a long time of practice to master.

But at this moment, when he heard his son play such a moving melody with his own ears, a sense of unspeakable pride and relief surged in his heart. At the same time, he also realized that he might not have understood his son deeply enough and ignored his potential in music.

The strings shone with a faint but eye-catching white light in the moonlight. When he held it tightly in his hand, he felt like he was holding a mysterious magic weapon.

According to his usual habit, Wang Hao still started with a song "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star".

Every time he plays this song, it seems to have become a subconscious reaction!

"Congratulations, the proficiency of the intermediate erhu skill has increased by 0.1, the current proficiency: intermediate erhu 2.2/1000."

When the last note fell, the familiar erhu skill improvement prompt sounded again.

Although it still increased by a negligible 0.1 proficiency, for Wang Hao, this kind of visible progress was already very good.

Wang Hao originally planned to play the passionate and fast-paced Horse Racing, but when he thought that it was night, such a fierce melody might not be suitable for the current atmosphere.

So, he put down the erhu in his hand, cast his eyes to the distance, and quietly admired the scenery in front of him.

The earth shrouded in the night was like a quiet and mysterious painting. The moonlight sprinkled on the earth like water, illuminating everything around.

The distant village looked particularly quiet in the moonlight; the nearby trees seemed to be covered with a layer of silver gauze, swaying gracefully. The breeze gently brushed the leaves, making a rustling sound, as if whispering some secret.

At this moment, a piece of music suddenly appeared in Wang Hao's mind—"Erquan Yingyue (Moon Reflected in the Second Spring)".

This song is known for its melodious, deep and sad tune, which perfectly matches the quiet night at this moment.

Wang Hao couldn't help but close his eyes, immersed in the world of music, feeling the endless charm brought by the sobbing melody.

As his fingers gently slid on the strings, the notes of "Erquan Yingyue" flowed out like a gurgling stream.

Every note was full of emotion and power, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves. Wang Hao's body and mind were completely integrated into the music. He forgot the existence of time and space, and only focused on using his qin sound to interpret this wonderful piece of music.