The life I long for is the God of Food

"I really like the song "Farewell" played by Brother Yu Nong, I bought a pan flute before I came, and I want Brother Yu Nong to teach me..".

Zu'er looked at Yu Nong expectantly.

The pan flute she took out also reached Yu Nong's hand.

The dark red color of the old bamboo dyed with pigment is finely made, like a handicraft more than a musical instrument.

Yu Nong tried the audition, and the sound quality was still good, even better than what he did himself.

"Then it's time to watch the performance. "

He Jiong clasped his hands together, also full of anticipation.

"I haven't heard my godbrother play a song yet, but it's good to hear it today. "

Song Dan did a good job on his knees, looking ready to listen at any time.

Yu Nong nodded, thought for a while, and said: "It's not appropriate to play "Farewell" in this scene today, or I'll play a song "Liang Zhu". "

Liang Zhu?!

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, a little confused.

Yu Nong was surprised: "Don't you know Liang Zhu?"

"I don't know. "

Everyone shook their heads.

"Is it another song composed by my brother?".

Zuer was a little excited.

Yu Nong smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "No, my master taught me." "

The tutor of the music department of the university in the previous life should be regarded as a master.

Unexpectedly, this world didn't even exist for Liang Zhu, so he was really surprised.

"Brother, do you want me to pour you a glass of water to moisten your throat. "

Peng Peng stood up diligently, and the first person he admired now was Yu Nong.

"No need. "

Yu Nong smiled and thanked him, the expression on his face became focused little by little, and he slowly brought the pan flute closer to his mouth.

"Wow, Yu Nong wants to blow a new tune, looking forward to it!".

"Yu Nong, who cooks, is handsome, and Yu Nong, who plays the pan flute, is another kind of handsome!".

"Ready for ear pregnancy. "

"The footage is ready. "

...

Gently, slowly, the melodious and tactful sound sounded, rippling out with the night breeze.

No one spoke, not even the program team.

Everyone looked at the same person, Yu Nong, couldn't take his eyes off it, and listened quietly.

The melody begins softly and gracefully, like a birdsong.

In front of everyone's eyes, there seems to be a scene of bright spring, birds singing and flowers.

On the banks of the Caoqiao River, the peach and willow are green, the flowers are in full bloom, and a slender shadow jumps out briskly...

"Wow, that's beautiful..".

Zu'er held her heart in her hands and sighed softly.

Yu Nong naturally shifted on the various bamboo pipes, his breath was long, and a soft melody jumped out from under his mouth.

Because the physical fitness and control ability in all aspects of this life are better than the previous life, I don't know how many times, and the interpretation of this "Liang Zhu" is more and more handy and easy.

The cheerful melody continues.

On the side of the grass bridge, a girl dressed as a man and a handsome scholar met by chance.

One is bold and atmospheric, the other is eccentric, and he became a brother of the opposite sex after half pushing and half pushing.

The melody slowed down slowly, and the picture scroll of the classmates' painstaking reading slowly unfolded.

Everyone seemed to see that the grass grew and the warbler flew, and the two traveled together, singing and walking;

The scorching sun was scorching, and the two of them were sweating profusely and studying hard at their desks, encouraging each other;

Autumn leaves are full of branches.. The snow is white, and the two of them drink and write poems, so happy...

Time turns, three years of classmates, three years of companionship and frolicking days glide by like flowing water

Yu Nong's breath turned low, and the melody also carried a faint parting sorrow.

Eighteen send-offs, long pavilions farewell, girls dressed as men are speechless, want to speak and stop.

The melody kept going low, low, as if it was inaudible, as if a big stone was pressing heavily on everyone's hearts, indicating the coming tragedy.

Suddenly, Yu Nong's breath changed, and the melody rose abruptly.

The tune becomes passionate and impulsive.

Forced marriage, resistance to marriage, the grim and gloomy tune interprets the girl's panicked and uneasy painful feelings, and everyone can't say uncomfortable.

"Hmm.."

Zu'er's breathing became short, because of the drunkenness, her face became more and more crimson, I don't know why, my heart was so depressed that I couldn't cry, I wanted to cry but couldn't cry.

The same goes for everyone else.

At this moment, the melody came to an abrupt end.

Huh?!

Everyone subconsciously looked at Yu Nong.

The pan flute hadn't left Yu Nong's lips yet.

Slowly raised again.

This time, it's a lot slower.

Yu Nong's every tune is blown slowly and hard.

The melodic melody flows out slowly and little by little like a spring flowing from a mountain pass.

The building will be, crying and throwing the soul...

Grief, sorrow, lingering sorrow, weeping like a complaint.

It's an extremely difficult tune.

Zu'er felt that the stone in her heart had opened, and all those discomforts, depressions, pains, and thoughts poured out.

The cheeks rolled over the cool, tears.

The melody becomes cheerful again, but it is different from the beginning, light and sad, with a dreamlike meaning.

Butterflies.

The end of the song.

The audience was silent.

A few seconds later, everyone's shock, emotion, and amazement erupted like a volcanic eruption in an instant.

"Brother, don't blow it!".

Zu'er couldn't cry for a long time, crying and threw herself into Yu Nong's arms.

Yu Nong was stunned.

When I looked up, I found that everyone's eyes were red.

Ying Bao looked at her blankly, and large balls of tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

"This song blew my heart as if it was crumbled. "

Song Shan leaned on Batu's shoulder and quietly wiped his tears.

"Liang Zhu. Liang Zhu..".

Huang Lei kept chanting this name, as if he was stunned.

Teacher He's eyes were red, and he clapped his hands crying and laughing: "Nongnong, you blow too well." "

Dahua held the violin and looked at each other with the cute Peng Peng, not knowing what to say.

Shock, indescribable shock.

The barrage is even more insane!