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After taking off the bag, everyone's eyes couldn't help but shine. Zhao Xinyu took out an emerald green and crystal clear flute from the bag. Under the light of the fire, the emerald green flute shone with a hint of emerald green.

"Xinyu, your dongxiao is worth a lot of money. Bring it over and let's take a look." Luo Jianguo, who has some research on antiques, said with a smile.

Zhao Xinyu laughed and said, "Uncle, what is valuable?" While speaking, he handed over the flute in his hand.

After taking the Dongxiao, Luo Jianguo's eyes narrowed slightly. The Dongxiao was exquisitely made and had a faint green light on it, just like the toy paste that people play with.

"Xinyu, this dongxiao is a bit old. It's all covered in pulp. I didn't expect you to have such a good collection."

Zhao Xinyu shook his head, "Uncle, I made this flute myself, but the material is quite good. It is made of the very rare nine-section jade bamboo."

"You can also make dongxiao." At this time, a group of people looked at Hao Xinyu with wide eyes.

Zhao Xinyu chuckled, "I couldn't afford it at that time, so I had to make it myself. This piece of nine-section jade bamboo was brought back from the mountains by my grandfather."

"It's really good. I thought it was an antique." Luo Jianguo said with a smile.

Zhao Xinyu took the dongxiao back. He had not played it for more than ten years and got familiar with the tone. Although it was just a sound test, the low tone had already made everyone present quiet down.

"Zhao Xinyu, you seem to be playing "Iron-Blooded Heart" that year." Liu Fengying said softly, and there was a trace of ripples in her eyes.

Zhao Xinyu nodded with a smile, and while a firework bloomed in the sky, it was melodious and tactful. Although it was a bit resentful and sad, it contained a hint of a fierce and murderous spirit.

In an instant, thousands of troops seemed to appear in front of people's eyes. Thousands of horses galloping, cold weapons clashing with each other, making metallic sounds, iron-blooded clang, anger swallowing thousands of miles,

At this moment, people just felt sad for those who were fighting on the battlefield, but they also felt passionate, as if they were one of them, and they were willing to spread their blood for the country and the people.

Chasing grass in all directions and the vast desert, he is afraid of snow and frost on his face, shoots eagles and draws his bow, gallops beyond the fortress, and is proud that he will never be tired in this life. . . . . .

When the song ends, people are still immersed in it and cannot extricate themselves for a long time.

A firework exploded in the sky again. Only then did people react. They turned off their shooting equipment and stood up to applaud.

"It sounds good, it sounds good. People have always said it is the sound of nature, but now I know what the sound of nature is." Luo Jianguo sighed.

"This guy must have harmed many innocent girls with his flute." Du Mengnan said with a smile. Although he said this, Du Mengnan's eyes were full of excitement.

She used to be the proud daughter of Pengcheng. In her ideal, he must have a man with both talent and appearance to be worthy of her.

Later, when she met Zhao Xinyu, who was scarred and could only grow vegetables and fish, she didn't know why she fell into it. Only now did she realize that she had really found a treasure at that time. Such a man was really rare. .

Zhao Xinyu couldn't help but was speechless, "I haven't had this flute in more than ten years. At that time, it was difficult to even eat every day. How could I have time to play this thing."

"Brother, I want to learn dongxiao with you." Meng Feifei took Zhao Xinyu's arm.

"Okay, Qian Ming, I will choose a good bamboo to make you a purple bamboo flute."

"Xinyu, let's talk about playing the dongxiao tomorrow. Let's play another song to keep us entertained."

Zhao Xinyu laughed and said, "Then let's play the Plum Blossom Three Nong. I only know the old songs from the past."

. . . . . .

The advent of what love is.

It only teaches life and death.

See how many stories there are in the world.

The third plum blossom lane is the most ecstatic.

. . . . . .

The sound of the flute is low and melodious, like crying and complaining, showing in front of people the sad love story of an infatuated man and woman. Different from the boiling of blood with a loyal heart, everyone is deeply affected by the sound of the flute. When the last syllable falls, Meng Feifei and the others' faces were covered with tears.

"Brother, it sounds so good, you made me cry."

Zhao Xinyu raised his hand and gently touched Meng Feifei's hair, "It's all my fault. The sound of the flute has a hint of sadness. I'll pay more attention next time."

When everyone looked up, they didn't know when the fireworks stopped blooming in the sky. Although they didn't look at the time, they knew that the night was already very deep.

"Let's go back and rest."

People didn't notice that the eyes of gentlemen like Luo Jianguo and Du Yongchang were red when they turned around.

A group of people entered Wenying Pavilion, and a dull sound came from Fengjiazhuang. Zhao Xinyu looked at the sky sweetly, but did not see the fireworks blooming. This made him shake his head in displeasure, and did not know that the people in Fengjiazhuang were there again. What kind of monster are you doing?

After sitting down all day to eat, staying up for such a long time at night, and drinking some wine, Zhao Xinyu returned to the room and fell on the bed without even washing before falling asleep.

A group of young people returned to the room. They directly posted the video of Zhao Xinyu playing the dongxiao to their circle of friends, then washed up and went to bed.

What they didn't know was that after they fell asleep, their circle of friends had exploded. Although they didn't know who the blocked Zhao Xinyu was, the sound of Zhao Xinyu's flute attracted them deeply, even if they didn't like it. Anyone who plays ethnic musical instruments can be immersed in it and cannot extricate themselves.

Many people have heard of Iron-Blooded Heart and Three Plum Blossoms played by Dongxiao, but they can't imagine how the mosaic man could play these two songs so perfectly without musical accompaniment, just clear blowing. After listening to it for a few seconds, they were deeply immersed in it, and they could even feel the connotation of the song in the sound of the flute.

They left messages below, asking who the person playing beside the fire was, but what they didn't know was that after Meng Feifei and the others sent the video, they all fell asleep.

When they didn't get a reply, they could only forward the two videos in Moments to Moments and the Internet. Then their Moments and Weibo became popular. I don't know how many times the two videos were forwarded that night. Second-rate.

The next morning, when Meng Feifei and the others got up, they were shocked by their phone calls. They saw that every phone call was full, but the phone was muted. They had no idea. When they opened the WeChat Moments, there were countless likes. , everyone below has only one question, and that is who is playing.

They were busy calling their friends, but in the living room, Zhao Xinyu's eyes were full of surprise, "Han Jun, what did you say?"

Han Jun sighed, "It's true, some of the fireworks bought by the developer from Fengjiazhuang were fake. Among the last few, one exploded directly on the ground, and the exploded fireworks fell on the remaining fireworks. , the fireworks exploded, killing three people and injuring six on the spot. The developer wanted to suppress the incident, so not many people knew about it.”

Zhao Xinyu frowned, "Who are the nine casualties?"

"One is Feng Yubao, a bachelor from Fengjiazhuang, and the other eight are hired by developers from other places. They have given Feng Yubao's brother 600,000 yuan. The six injured were sent to the hospital, and the two who died were not injured. I know where it was."

"A villager from Fengjiazhuang?"

"Many villagers are being squeezed out. Most of the fireworks they see are in our village, and those who know there are those who are close to the developers."

"Then how do you know."

"Feng Yulin buried Feng Yubao in the middle of the night. One of the people he found had a good relationship with me. He secretly told me this morning."

Zhao Xinyu sighed slightly, "Han Jun, this incident is a warning to us. Remember, no matter what you buy in the future, you must put safety first, even if you spend a lot of money, don't be afraid."

"Then why don't we expose this matter?"

"If Feng Yulin doesn't tell you, what can we say? If you expose him, they will definitely find out about you. Then how do you want your friend to stay in Fengjiazhuang? You can find a way to find out about the six injured people." Or, especially how to deal with the two people who were killed in the bombing."

After Han Jun left, Du Mengnan's almond-shaped eyes flickered a few times, "Zhao Xinyu, you are worried that they will deal with the two dead people privately."

Zhao Xinyu nodded, "I am indeed worried about this."

"Then let's find someone to check it out and we'll be done."

Zhao Xinyu shook his head, "Among the people they used are those from Fengjiazhuang. There is no need to investigate, they will be able to tell them in a short time."

"why is that?"

"Those of them are mothers if they have breasts. If anything goes wrong, they will bite you back, so you don't have to think about it."

"Brother." Just as a group of people were talking, Meng Feifei hurried in from outside.

Meng Lie shook his head, "Feifei, you are a big girl, why are you still so impatient?"

"Grandpa, you went to bed early yesterday. Come on, you can listen first."

While speaking, Meng Feifei released the iron-blooded heart played by Zhao Xinyu. Just listening to one sentence, Luo Xiao, Meng Lie, Du Gang, and Guan Zhentian felt their blood surge.

"Okay, okay, who can boast?" Luo Xiao clapped his hands.

"Brother, this is what I boasted after you went back yesterday."

"You kid still has this skill, I really didn't notice it."

Zhao Xinyu shook his head, "It's just nonsense."

"What, brother, look at how many hits your song "Iron-Blooded Heart" has received. Someone is already looking for you, saying they want to package you and make you a dongxiao master."

Zhao Xinyu shook his head, "I'll get you a purple bamboo and a hole flute."

While waiting for lunch, a group of young people were talking about Zhao Xinyu's two dongxiao songs, and they played them during the meal, which made Zhao Xinyu very embarrassed.

In the afternoon, Zhao Xinyu also secretly browsed the Internet. He saw that the two songs had more than one billion clicks, and some even praised "Iron Blood Danxin" as the most beautiful dongxiao in this century.

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