Siheyuan: Sap is the last word

Chapter 427 Suona

Under the guidance of He Yudong, Xiaodang gradually developed a keen interest in suona. Every weekend, the cheerful sound of Xiaodang's playing will be heard in the yard, as if this small yard has become a paradise of music.

Huaihua: "I heard that you are going to hold a small concert. Is it true?"

He Yudong: "Yes, I want to invite everyone to share the beauty of music."

Huaihua was excited and eager to give it a try. She also decided to learn to play and join the concert.

Sophora japonica: “Can I play the flute?”

He Yudong: "Of course, there will be performances of various musical instruments at the concert, and everyone will come together to share the joy of music."

The surrounding neighbors also expressed their participation, and they began to organize a simple and warm community orchestra in the yard.

Lao Wang: “Who would have thought that our courtyard house would actually have its own music group.”

He Yudong: "Yes, music makes life more colorful."

The night before the concert, the yard was brightly lit and neighbors gathered with various musical instruments. He Yudong waved his baton and guided everyone to start playing.

He Yudong: "Let's all come together and let

Music was playing, and the courtyard was filled with a strong musical atmosphere. Xiaodang played the suona, Sophora japonica played the flute, and Lao Wang played the guitar. Everything blended together in a harmonious melody.

Qin Huairu: "This is really wonderful. Our courtyard has become more lively and interesting."

He Yudong watched everyone playing with devotion, and his heart was full of satisfaction.

He Yudong: "Music is not only a performance, but also a way of sharing and communication. I hope our concert will become a tradition in the courtyard."

Everyone cheered for this impromptu concert, and the notes floated in the night sky, carrying the sincere emotions between neighbors. He Yudong in music

By chance, He Yudong discovered an exquisite guzheng in an antique market. It is placed on an old artist's stall, as if telling the story of the years.

He Yudong: "Wow, this guzheng is so beautiful."

Old artist: "I made this by myself many years ago. It uses the best materials and the sound quality is clear and melodious."

He Yudong felt a sense of attraction and stared at the guzheng, as if it was calling him.

He Yudong: “Can you let me have a try?”

The old artist nodded in agreement, and He Yudong gently stroked the strings of the guzheng and sang out a melodious melody.

He Yudong: "It's so wonderful. I seem to be deeply attracted by this instrument."

Old artist: "This guzheng inherits the thousand-year history of Chinese culture and can resonate with you, also because of your love for music."

He Yudong immediately decided to buy this guzheng. He felt that it was not only a musical instrument, but also a kind of spiritual sustenance.

Qin Huairu: "You actually bought a guzheng. Isn't the suona not enough for you?"

He Yudong: "Haha, this is a new attempt. I want to learn how to play the guzheng in depth."

Guzheng has become a new plaything in He Yudong's life, and he is immersed in the music of Guzheng every day. Gradually, his understanding and mastery of the guzheng became increasingly sophisticated.

Xiaodang: "Uncle, this instrument is so beautiful. I want to learn it too."

He Yudong: "Of course, I will teach you. Guzheng is an art that requires patience and meticulousness, but once mastered, it will bring you endless happiness."

Xiaodang began to learn guzheng under the guidance of He Yudong. Whenever she played a beautiful melody, the yard was filled with laughter.

Sophora japonica: “I want to learn too, can you teach me?”

He Yudong: “Of course, there is no age limit for learning music. Let’s form a guzheng troupe together.”

As a result, the courtyard was filled with the melodious melodies of suona and guzheng. He Yudong became more and more immersed in the world of musical instruments, and he found that music had become an indispensable part of his life.

Huaihua: "Uncle He, you are really a talented musician. I can hardly catch up with you."

He Yudong: "Haha, there is no distinction between high and low music, as long as you feel it with your heart."

Music has become a beautiful scenery in the courtyard. He Yudong led Xiaodang, Huaihua and others to organize a wonderful guzheng and suona concert.

Neighbor A: “I didn’t expect there are so many musical talents in our courtyard.”

Lao Wang: “He Yudong, you are such a versatile person.”

After the concert, everyone talked about the beauty of the music, and the courtyard seemed to have turned into a palace of art.

He Yudong: "Music is a language that communicates with the soul. I hope we can always play beautiful melodies in this courtyard."

As the music activities in the courtyard became more and more lively, some neighbors began to feel troubled, but they could not express it openly. One day, everyone gathered in the yard, and the atmosphere became a little subtle.

Lao Wang: “There’s really been more and more music in the yard recently.”

Huaihua: "Yes, He Yudong's guzheng and Xiaodang's suona are played every day."

**Neighbor A:

Lao Wang: “Of course, but it’s a bit noisy.”

Although everyone was embarrassed to bring it up directly, those melodious notes in the yard turned into an unbearable noise.

Neighbor B: “I also think it’s a bit noisy and I don’t know what to do.”

Qin Huairu: "Can't we just talk about it directly? After all, we all live together in this courtyard, so it won't be awkward."

Everyone fell into silence, seemingly helpless about the problem.

Lao Wang: "How about we find an opportunity to communicate with He Yudong."

Neighbor A: “Yes, that’s a good idea. After all, they are doing it out of interest.”

So, several neighbors agreed on a plan to find a suitable time to communicate with He Yudong after the concert.

A few days later, the melodious sound of music came from the yard again. He Yudong was playing the guzheng, Xiaodang was playing the suona, and the atmosphere was as usual.

Lao Wang: “He Yudong, can I talk to you?”

He Yudong: "Of course, what's the matter?"

Huaihua: "It's like this. Recently, everyone feels that there is a bit too much music in the yard, and some neighbors may find it noisy."

When He Yudong heard this, he stopped playing the guzheng in his hand and was slightly startled.

He Yudong: "Oh, well... I'm sorry, I didn't consider other people's feelings."

Qin Huairu: "We are not against your hobbies, we just want to maintain the entire yard.

Lao Wang: "Yes, can we limit the music time to a certain time period so that everyone can be quiet."

He Yudong thought for a while and nodded.

He Yudong: "Sorry, I didn't realize this. Of course, I can adjust the time of the music so that it does not affect everyone's lives."

This exchange brought harmony back to the slightly awkward courtyard. He Yudong also realized that although his own interests and hobbies are important, he must also respect the feelings of other neighbors.

Huaihua: "Thank you for your understanding, Uncle He."

He Yudong: "You're welcome, I will pay attention."

Since then, after He Yudong adjusted the music time, the atmosphere in the yard became more harmonious. Everyone began to enjoy the tranquility of this yard again, and became more

When the courtyard was harmonious, one day, due to some trivial matters, the conflicts among everyone intensified, and a fierce conflict finally broke out.

Huaihua: "Don't always say that I don't clean well. I clean every day!"

Xiaodang: "How long has your broom been there? It has become an antique."

When Huaihua heard this, her face instantly became gloomy.

Sophora japonica: “What did you say?!”

Xiaodang: "I'm talking about the broom, not you."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and other neighbors looked at them.

He Yudong: "Everyone, calm down, this is not a big deal."

Sophora japonica: "It's none of your business where I put my broom. Xiaodang, don't go too far."

Xiaodang: "

Huaihua: "You are the one who throws it away. Tell me which cigarette butt I have."

The words gradually escalated, and both of them became excited. Other neighbors began to watch the altercation with embarrassment.

Neighbor A: “Can you not

Lao Wang: "Yes, we are all neighbors. If you have any problems, you can talk to us."

Qin Huairu: "Xiaodang, Sophora japonica, calm down."

Xiaodang: "

Huaihua: "You will find fault with me and you won't say anything nice at all."

He Yudong: "Okay, okay, everyone, calm down, it's not a big deal."

However, the atmosphere did not calm down because of He Yudong's persuasion, but instead became more tense.

Lao Wang: "I think we should have a good talk and put all the problems out and solve them."

Neighbor B: "Yeah, it's not an option to continue like this."

So, everyone walked into the hall of the courtyard together and started an intense discussion.

Lao Wang: “First of all, we have to clarify where the problem is.”

Huaihua: "The problem is that she always finds fault with me."

Xiaodang: “She throws cigarette butts around all day long and makes them all over the yard.”

Neighbor C: "Okay, okay, everyone, please stop arguing. Let's talk about the Sophora japonica problem first, and then talk about Xiaodang."

During the discussion, everyone expressed their opinions and put all the issues on the table. However, due to emotional excitement, the negotiations did not make substantial progress.

Huaihua: “I feel like everyone is targeting me, as if I’m the wrong one.”

Xiaodang: "I also feel aggrieved. It's obviously her fault, but she still has to be accused of going too far."

He Yudong: "Everyone, please calm down. We are not here to find out who is right or wrong, but to solve the problem."

However, before the words were finished, Huaihua and Xiaodang began to argue fiercely again, and their words were full of hostility.

Qin Huairu: "That's enough. If you continue like this, you won't be able to solve the problem, and it will make everyone unhappy."

There was silence in the discussion room, and everyone looked at each other, seemingly in an unsolvable deadlock. Where will this conflict go?

After the conflict reached a deadlock, He Yudong felt the tense atmosphere in the entire yard. In order to quell the dispute, he decided to take some special measures.

He Yudong: "Don't be angry, everyone, I have a suggestion."

Everyone looked at He Yudong, curiously waiting for his suggestion.

He Yudong: "I'm going to buy some silencers for everyone so that there won't be any noise problems anymore."