Rebirth 1955 starts from the hunter

Lin Dong felt a little nervous. This question was really difficult to answer.

As the purple bamboo beside the spiritual spring ages, the effect of the bamboo leaf tea does get stronger, but it is not obvious. It may take ten or even twenty years for it to become a real spiritual tea!

Seeing that everyone looked surprised after drinking the Ziyun tea, Lin Dong secretly blamed himself for being careless. Since it was difficult to answer, he decided not to answer.

Lin Dong smiled mysteriously, and used his thumb, index finger and middle finger to squeeze a dent in the teacup.

Without waiting for everyone to feel distressed, Lin Dong let go, the dent slowly disappeared, and the teacup became as smooth as before.

Lin Dong then said, "Mr. Zhou, the reason why the Purple Rhythm Tea has such an effect today is naturally not due to one factor alone. I will keep you in suspense and will not answer this question."

Seeing that everyone's attention had indeed been diverted and their eyes were fixed on the tea set made of purple bamboo, Zhou Zhennan and several other dark force warriors also used all their strength to pinch the teacups.

The two masters of Hua Jin beside Old Zhou did not make any move, so Zhou Zhennan and several An Jin warriors were wasting their efforts and could not produce any trace at all.

Seeing the distress on Mr. Zhou's face, Lin Dong poured him another cup of tea and said softly, "Don't worry, Mr. Zhou. The material of purple bamboo is very special. Its toughness and hardness are rare in the world. Only a sharp weapon made of special steel can damage it."

Seeing the confidence on Lin Dong's face, Mr. Zhou put down his heart and picked up the teacup to take a sip.

The effect was most obvious the first time he drank the spiritual water. After finishing the second cup of tea, presumably the effect of the spiritual water had begun to take effect. Mr. Zhou's originally grayish face became visibly rosier.

Lin Dong didn't want everyone to dwell on this issue any longer, so as to avoid making more mistakes. He opened the gift box containing the bamboo flute and said, "Mr. Zhou, besides having some talent in martial arts, I can also play the bamboo flute. I will present a piece of music to you today."

Hearing Lin Dong's words, everyone curled their lips. Everyone knew that Lin Dong's greatest strength was his ability to see the overall situation.

Without Lin Dong's arrangement, Lou Zhenhua might still be living a miserable life in China! The Lin family would not have the foundation they have today.

However, Lin Dong is humble, and they can’t argue with him because of this!

Even Mr. Zhou just smiled and nodded, and then his eyes fell on the bamboo flute in Lin Dong's hand.

Lin Dong picked up the bamboo flute, stroked it gently, took a deep breath, adjusted his posture, and then slowly brought the bamboo flute to his lips.

As the first note sounded, the entire back garden seemed to become quiet.

The people playing by the lake stopped what they were doing and focused their eyes on Lin Dong.

The sound of the flute is like the sound of a spring, fresh and pleasant, and like the spring breeze on your face, gentle and delicate.

Lin Dong chose the song "Colorful Clouds Chasing the Moon", which has a beautiful melody and brisk rhythm. It not only fits Mr. Zhou's festive atmosphere, but also shows the unique charm of the bamboo flute.

As the sound of the flute flowed, pictures seemed to emerge in everyone's mind: in the night sky, a bright moon hung high, surrounded by colorful clouds, and the moonlight was like a silk thread, sprinkling all over the earth.

Under the moonlight, people gather together to celebrate the festival, with laughter and joy heard everywhere.

Lin Dong's flute sounds sometimes melodious, sometimes gentle, sometimes passionate, and sometimes low.

Every note hit everyone's heartstrings just right, causing waves of resonance.

Mr. Zhou was also fascinated by what he heard, with an intoxicated smile on his face and tears in his eyes.

He seemed to have returned to his youth, when he was full of vigor and passion, fighting bloody battles for the country's independence and national liberation.

When the song ends, the lingering sound lingers in the air for a long time.

"Good, good boy, you are thoughtful," Old Zhou took the lead in applauding, and suddenly, the applause of "pa pa pa, pa pa pa pa" was endless.

Applause broke out, and Lin Dong looked around. It turned out that the women in the room had also been provoked.

Zhou Xiaobai's little hands were now placed in Lou Xiao'e's palms, and he looked up and said something.

If Lin Dong listened carefully, he would hear Zhou Xiaobai saying, "Master, besides learning martial arts? Can you teach me to play the bamboo flute?"

The reason why Zhou Xiaobai was able to become a disciple so easily was partly because Lin Dong was optimistic about Zhou Zhennan's future. The couple had talked about this more than once.

In addition, Zhou Xiaobai was indeed well-behaved, and Lou Xiao'e also liked this little girl very much. After just a little hesitation, she agreed directly.

Lin Dong bowed slightly, wiped the bamboo flute gently with a silk cloth, put it back into the gift box, and said respectfully to Mr. Zhou, "It is my honor to perform music for you. This moment, I can brag to my descendants for the rest of my life."

With the current strength of the Lin family, Lin Dong did not get carried away and still showed such an attitude.

This obvious act of flattery once again brought about bursts of good-natured laughter. Perhaps from this moment on, he had truly integrated into this circle!

"Kid, your lips are as sweet as honey." - Although Boss Zhou has seen many ups and downs, this is the first time he has seen someone flatter so righteously. He was a little amused and helpless.

Mr. Zhou wanted to give him a lecture, but then he remembered that Lin Dong was not a member of the system, so there was no need to force him to speak in his own way. The casual and free-spirited child seemed to be a good person.

At this moment, Secretary Su walked up to Mr. Zhou, bowed, and said softly, "The kitchen is ready. Madam, please notify everyone to take their seats."

Mr. Zhou nodded and stood up. Secretary Su quickly took Mr. Zhou's arm and they walked slowly towards the front yard together.

After Mr. Zhou sat in the main seat, Zhou Pingzhan gently pressed Lin Dong's shoulder, wanting him to sit in the first seat on Mr. Zhou's left.

"Commander Zhou, you can't do that. I'm a junior." - After Lin Dong finished speaking, he took light steps and prepared to sit in his seat.

"What commander or no commander? This is home, call me uncle."

"Child, please sit down! We are all family, there is no need to be so particular."

Old Zhou spoke, and Zhou Pingzhan did not let go of the hand that was pressing on Lin Dong's shoulder.

Lin Dong knew that everyone present was a straightforward soldier, and if he continued to refuse at this time, he would seem hypocritical.

"Uncle, I have overstepped my boundaries." Lin Dong had no choice but to bow and sit down.

"Don't go beyond that. Come and sit down! You are a good boy."

Zhou Pingzhan patted Lin Dong on the shoulder and then sat down next to him.

As soon as everyone sat down, the cold dishes were served. There were four dishes in total: tofu with green onions, boiled peanuts, white meat with dipping sauce, and small yellow croaker with fermented black beans.

Looking at the four cold dishes on the table, Lin Dong felt a little upset.

Not to mention the birthday banquets of the wealthy families in Hong Kong, even the banquets at ordinary white-collar homes cannot compare.

Lin Dong's dazed expression could not escape everyone's eyes. Perhaps seeing Lin Dong's thoughts, Old Zhou smiled and said, "Kid, I think you know something about the situation in the country. Most people can barely feed themselves."

"Try it now, the chef's cooking skills are very good."

As Mr. Zhou spoke, he personally picked up a small yellow croaker for Lin Dong.

Lin Dong pretended not to notice the envious looks around him, put the small yellow croaker into his mouth, and said with a choked voice, "Mr. Zhou, don't worry, our country will definitely get better and better."

"I'll have someone send some food to you when I get back. I'll take care of all your meals from now on."

After Lin Dong finished speaking, he patted his chest vigorously.

"Hehehe..., this is unacceptable. Do you want Grandpa to make a mistake?"

Although the dishes are very ordinary, they taste really good.

During the dinner, no one discussed heavy topics such as national affairs. Most of the time, Mr. Zhou asked about Hong Kong's customs, eating habits, etc.