The real daughter, she is a Buddhist boss

Chapter 113

That's it?

The old man looked at her twice in disbelief, and for the first time was stunned by someone else's words.

The instrument Hua Wei was carrying on his back could be seen to be brand new at a glance, proving that it hadn't been played many times.

So the little girl in front of me is undoubtedly a novice, even a novice in musical instruments.

But what puzzled him was, is the current research institute so perverted that members not only need to do development, but also need musical instrument assessment?

But no matter what, this little girl came to him today and found the right person!
"No problem, I'll take care of this little thing!" With a big wave of his hand, he took over the erhu in Hua Wei's hand, fiddled with it a few times at random, and said to her solemnly: "It's your luck that you came to find me today. , as far as my erhu playing skills are concerned, no one dares to be the number one if I am number two in such a large area!"

The self-confidence on the old man's face made Hua Wei more confident, and he felt that it was a wise move to come to Wuyu today.

But soon, she couldn't smile anymore.

……

There is a long corridor behind the wall separated from the Jade Garden. From time to time, the staff of Wuyu will pass by here with prisoners or documents. domain regulation.

"@￥...%@*..."

A familiar tune passed through the wall next door, and the two who happened to pass by looked at the sky speechlessly, "Today is not Friday, why is the old man still playing the erhu? It's not the right day!"

The companion shook his head helplessly, and covered his ears numbly, "Maybe it's just a whim, my wife's menstrual period may not be accurate every month, let alone the old man's mood."

"I'm really begging! This erhu is almost as scary as the fifth floor of the night realm. I had a nightmare last night and was chased by the old man's erhu, but I was so scared that I woke up with my eyes open."

"Don't let Aunt Luo hear your words, or the old lady will make us eat bitter gourd for a week..."

The sullen supervisor was even more tired when he heard this. Aunt Luo's skills are good, but she just defended her weaknesses. The man who complained about the old man's erhu playing behind his back last time must have eaten fried mooncakes with cabbage for three months now.
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There are many uncomfortable sounds in the world, such as knife and fork on plates, fingernails on glass, chalk on a blackboard, etc., are all suffocating.

But now Hua Wei thinks there is another kind.

——The erhu played by the old man in front of him can also be ranked among them, even worse.

To be able to play the erhu like this, in a sense, this old man is also a character.

She held up the mobile phone and pointed the camera at the fingering and rhythm of the old man's hand, cutting and analyzing them simultaneously in her mind, and then simulating and reorganizing them into new tunes.

In other words, even if the old man is there, she is making up in her mind.

This seems to have become a habit she was born with.

At the end of the song, the old man patted his chest confidently, raised his eyebrows and said: "How about it, I'm not bad at pulling! I used this skill to chase my old lady back then, and she still praises me now You can play the erhu well!"

Hua Wei stopped recording and put away his phone, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

Are you really sure it's not too bad to hear? Your wife couldn't stand the torture of the magic sound before she agreed?
"...It's really good." She didn't expose this white lie, because she had already judged who he was from the sentence just now.

(End of this chapter)