don't call me singer

Chapter 1807 Who will listen to the broken string

Gu Xiaobai did not prevent other people from coming to observe his erhu, and several people were puzzled:
"Who can tell me what kind of instrument this is?"

Just as Gu Xiaobai was about to answer, he heard the old man say, "This is a musical instrument from the East. This musical instrument is called... Huqin!"

The old man seemed to recall for a while, and finally the name of this instrument sounded.

Now, it was Gu Xiaobai's turn to be surprised. This old man actually knew about Huqin?
At this time, China was in the Kangxi period. With the development of folk folk art, the erhu had long been a very common musical instrument in the north and south of the country, but Gu Xiaobai did not expect that there were people in the Baltic Sea who knew this kind of qin.

But the boss sighed lightly, and said: "To be honest, many years ago, I once saw a guest from the East who also brought such a huqin, but it was much rougher and simpler than yours. That customer also came to me to buy strings, but he couldn’t find them after all, so he left regretfully.”

"Really? What does he look like? Is there an oriental woman holding a red silk with him?"

Gu Xiaobai asked hurriedly.

"No, this guest is alone, not with any oriental woman holding a red silk..." said the old man.

Gu Xiaobai just showed a regretful look, and the old man said again: "But the guest herself is indeed an oriental woman in her twenties..."

Little moth!
She really came here!
Gu Xiaobai's eyes widened suddenly, he grabbed the old man's hand and asked, "Where did she go?"

"I don't know, time has passed for a long time, I was still young at that time, and I hadn't taken over my father's business..."

"Really? Did she say anything before she left? Or did she leave anything behind?" Gu Xiaobai asked quickly.

"At that time, she once said that if one day, I can find this kind of string, she will come back to me to buy it." The old man said, "Before she left, I used to listen to her on the coast, gazing at the sea, sang a song..."

Having said this, the old man's eyes became blurred.

"It is indeed a song that melts ice, stones bloom, and even deaf people can be moved to tears... Over the years, I have never heard such a song again, It has been more than 40 years in the blink of an eye, but I still can't forget it..."

Gu Xiaobai could no longer speak.

It's a little moth that can't be wrong.

In this world, there will never be another singer like her.

Only this time, they have been staggered for more than 40 years.

Gu Xiaobai turned around and looked behind him.

Not far away, the Baltic Sea is sparkling. More than 40 years ago, the little moth was standing on that rock, staring at the sea and singing.

O sea, why can't you keep this song in your heart and bring it to me...

"Over the years, I have been looking for this kind of string, and I hope that customer can come back and buy it..." the old man sighed, "I just heard her say that this kind of musical instrument from the East uses silk boiled and woven. As a result, only in the far east can someone make it. A businessman once promised me to bring some from the east, but when he came back, it was more than ten years later... and the customer never came back ... Fast forward more than 40 years, I have been here to open shop, just that customer, may never come back."

Gu Xiaobai remained silent, his eyes were completely blurred.

"Guest, please wait a moment."

The old man turned and left, not long after, he came back with a paper bag.

Opening the paper bag, Gu Xiaobai saw strings like ice silk inside.

Holding the string, Gu Xiaobai felt mixed emotions in his heart.

In the past 40 years, it is really impossible for Gu Xiaobai to catch up...

Little moth, little moth, why don't you come later, why don't you wait for me.

He picked up the white erhu Wuming, wound it up, turned around, and walked towards the sea.

Standing on the stone beside the embankment, Gu Xiaobai stared at the Baltic Sea.

The waves of the Baltic Sea have never stopped since ancient times.

In the Gulf of Riga, ships of various colors, full of sails, are coming and going.

The gentle sea breeze blows head-on, bringing a wet and salty taste.

The parting with the little moth, the helplessness of missing 40 years, in Gu Xiaobai's chest, turned into an impulse that was about to explode.

Then, it turned into music and flowed out.

Gu Xiaobai raised the erhu in his hand, tested the sound slightly, and then a sad and empty melody flowed out.

The melody was spread out in the sea breeze, and the nearby pedestrians couldn't help but stop, and the ears of the customers who bought musical instruments were all pricked up.

What kind of instrument is this, and what kind of piece of music is this!

After a few vibratos, it seems that a few knives have been carved in people's hearts.

It broke our hearts.

At this moment, they suddenly believed what Gu Xiaobai said.

In this world, there must be someone who can sing songs that make ice melt, stones bloom, and even deaf people are moved to tears.

Because of this song...

That's how it is!

About 30 meters away from the musical instrument store, Peter and Lefort were also dumbfounded.

"He is really a musician!" Peter and Lefort thought the world was ridiculous!
For a person who is so proficient in killing, his piano skills seem to be stronger than his fighting power!
They looked at Gu Xiaobai who was standing on the stone of the seawall facing the wind, and listening to the weeping song, their hearts seemed to be crushed.

At this moment, the sound of the music changed from weeping to complaining, and gradually became faster and louder, and even the emotions became more intense.

Like a sad person, turning from sad to angry, questioning others loudly.

But as soon as the two phrases passed, Gu Xiaobai's hands "stretched", and his voice was empty.

Gu Xiaobai looked down.

The strings broke.

The strings of more than 40 years ago have already decayed, so how can they withstand such intense techniques?
Gu Xiaobai stared blankly at the strings, not knowing what it was like.

But it suddenly occurred to me that when the little moth 40 years ago stood on this rock, his heart...

Is it the same as me now, sad, resentful, helpless, melancholy...

Suddenly, Gu Xiaobai raised his head and yelled at the endless Baltic Sea: "Time and space, time and space, you little bitch! I XXXX your ancestor!"

Time and space are ruthless, and good fortune tricks people.

Who can resist this trick of fate?

"Little moth, where did you go when you appeared here?" After scolding people, Gu Xiaobai felt unspeakably melancholy.

You might as well leave me a little clue.

Gu Xiaobai turned around and saw the old man standing behind him, staring at him dumbfounded.

"More than 40 years ago, that girl seemed to be singing this song. What's the name of this song?" asked the old man.

"I don't know, I just posted it out of emotion, I haven't named it yet." Gu Xiaobai said.

Not to mention singing with lyrics.

Then he was taken aback, and his heart was suddenly full of hope.

If he composed this piece of music, but Little Moth knows it, it means that one day before today, I and Little Moth will definitely meet again somewhere and teach her this piece of music...

This is probably the only consolation.

At this moment, Gu Xiaobai didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow, and then a warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart.

A tingling sensation in the scalp.

This feeling came for no reason, but Gu Xiaobai practiced it on the battlefield for who knows how many years.

"Not good!" Gu Xiaobai waved his hand, and the erhu in his hand flew out, shooting directly at Peter.

(End of this chapter)