And scum gong's green tea white moonlight HE

Lin Zijin numbly put down the good Longjing glass in his hand, and decided to drink beer.

As soon as Wen Gu spoke, the green tea in his hand no longer smelled good.

Ai Xin pursed her lips, and nodded well-bred: "Why are you angry? Someone helped me take care of Xiao Sheng, I... thank you before it's too late."

The two old people didn't know what charades they were playing here, and they finally finished their meal in a proper manner.Sitting in the living room, Mother Wen saw Sheng Zhixin's eyes lingering on the musical instruments in the living room, and heard Father Wen say that his son recognized someone as a student and wanted to test him, so she asked, "Do you know what that is?" ?”

Sheng Zhixin blurted out without thinking: "Gao Hu."

Gaohu is a relatively rare folk music. It is similar to Erhu, but not exactly like it. The qin tube is relatively thin, and most of the strings on it are steel strings. The tuning is higher than that of Erhu.

Sheng Zhixin knew this because when he was a child, there were relatives in his family who could sing opera and were more professional, so he also liked these traditional arts and Chinese quintessence since he was a child, and he has practiced the unique skill of folk music that he is now.

Sure enough, Mother Wen's eyes lit up after hearing his answer: "Have you heard of Huangmei Opera?"

Sheng Zhixin nodded shyly.

Coincidentally, Lin Zijin came over from the kitchen shaking the drops of water on his hands, and interjected, "Auntie, speaking of which, Xiao Sheng and you are still fellow villagers."

"Really?" Mother Wen said, "Where are you from?"

"I'm from Xuancheng, Anhui."

Mother Wen narrowed her almond eyes with a smile: "Oh, isn't that a coincidence? I'm also from Xuancheng, what a fate."

It turned out that he and Wen Gu's mother came from the same place.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little softer in his heart.

If Wen Gu had gone home with his mother when he was young, he might have been to Xuancheng as well, and maybe the two of them had passed each other in a certain street or a certain shop.

The smile in Wen's mother's eyes remained undiminished, and she took down the gaohu hanging on the wall and handed it to him: "Can you sing?"

Sheng Zhixin nodded subconsciously.

"A verse?" Mother Wen said, "I haven't sung for a long time, let's do a verse."

"what?"

Sheng Zhixin's face turned red, and he quickly waved his hands: "I can't do it, I..."

"Why can't you?" Wen Gu entered the living room with two fruit plates: "Didn't you sing pretty well before?"

Sheng Zhixin didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Where have I ever sung..."

"Huh? Did I remember wrongly?" Wen Gu sat on the sofa and looked at him seriously with his chin propped up, "That night outside the clubhouse, you were drunk, and on the way I sent you to the hotel, you... ..."

I am grass.

Why didn't he know that he still had the habit of singing while drunk?

But now is obviously not the time to worry about this. After being disturbed like this, everyone in the living room turned their attention to him, and the big cameraman also turned the lens of the camera to him as if it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

Sheng Zhixin took a deep breath, knowing that he was riding a tiger, so he moved a chair and sat down, and tried the sound test: "Auntie first?"

Mother Wen was not polite to him, and she opened her mouth with a classic "The Son-in-Law".

As soon as Sheng Zhi novice made a move, Gao Hu's unique timbre caught up with the human voice unambiguously.

After singing a few lines, Mother Wen turned slightly to one side, signaling that it was his turn.

Although Sheng Zhixin was very nervous, he sang the lyrics engraved in his memory like flowing water, as naturally as he had always been an actor of Huangmei Opera.

After singing "The Female Consort", Mother Wen didn't seem to have finished singing enough, so she changed to "The Match of the Immortals".

"The Match of the Immortal" is much more famous than "The Son-In-Law". After all, there are probably not many people who have never heard of the phrase "Both husband and wife return home".

After singing the two-fold play, Mother Wen praised Sheng Zhixin again and again: "It's amazing, it's really amazing."

The stone in Sheng Zhixin's heart fell to the ground quickly, wiped the sweat from his forehead without a trace, and handed Gaohu to Mother Wen.

When he first bought the instrument, he noticed the different weight. It was different from the ones he played when he was a child.

Wu Tong was the first to express his shock: "I thought you were only good at folk music, but I didn't expect you could also sing opera. It's really amazing."

He also intended to learn Peking Opera before, but the first line of "The Drunken Concubine" "The Ice Wheel on the Sea Island Is Turning" gave him a lot of trouble, and he finally gave up his mind to learn opera.

And learning opera is not only about learning singing skills, if you want to be a martial arts student, you will not be able to fall behind in your hands and feet. If you study hard, you must practice during the winter and summer.

It is precisely because of this experience that Wu Tong especially admires Sheng Zhixin.

"I learned it when I was a child," Sheng Zhixin said, "I haven't practiced it since my mother...since I went to high school."

Actually practiced.

During countless sleepless nights, he often hid in the house alone, singing "The Son-in-Law", "The Match of the Immortals", and "Meng Lijun" in his local accent, as if he was still in the musical instrument store at home when he was six or seven years old. Life is not as bad as it is now.

Mother Wen's spearhead fell on Wen Gu: "Look at you, if you don't learn from me, the family inheritance is all broken on you. Who will I pass on to my house?"

Wen Gu glanced at Sheng Zhixin with a half-smile, "Let's pass it on to Xiao Sheng."

Sheng Zhixin's face started to feel hot again, his heart was beating like a drum, and he didn't want to think about what Wen Gu's words meant.

He bowed to Mother Wen again, and returned to the sofa like stepping on cotton.

After all, it was at someone else's house, and the director team didn't dare to make too much noise. It was too late to withdraw at around [-] o'clock in the evening. two people.

Wen Gu watched Lin Zijin, who was flaring his teeth and claws, go to his kitchen to steal a supper, and his eyes fell on Sheng Zhixin inadvertently: "Go for a walk?"

"Forget it," Sheng Zhixin was afraid of being alone with him now, "It's pretty late, so don't bother..."

"No trouble."

As Wen Gu said, he went to get the clothes hanging on the side: "It's hard to come here, it's a pity not to go shopping."

Although Sheng Zhixin had a stubborn mouth, his body was very honest. When he saw Wen Gu get up, he quickly followed him, making a very loyal little tail.

The two came downstairs, Wen Gu asked him to wait at the door, and went to drive the car by himself.

Sheng Zhixin didn't wear much clothes when he arrived, and Wen Gu said that the windy coastal city of Qingdao is prone to catch cold at night, so he found him his own clothes and put them on before going out.

He watched Wen Gu's back disappear into the darkness, then carefully turned up his collar, brought it up to his nose and sniffed.

Perhaps it had been kept at home all the time, and the clothes did not smell of woody fragrance that he liked most.

Sheng Zhixin was a little disappointed, but he smelled it again unwillingly, and after confirming that it didn't smell to his liking, he still pinched his clothes reluctantly, feeling more and more like a pervert.

There was a car horn not far away, and he looked up suddenly, and saw a silver-gray car parked quietly in front of him.

Sheng Zhixin's face burned instantly, he hurriedly put down his clothes, hurried to the car, and tripped over a raised step on the way.

"What were you doing just now?" Wen Gu said, "Is it cold?"

After fastening his seat belt, Sheng Zhixin shook his head, lowered his eyes to prevent him from seeing his burning cheeks, and after struggling for a while, he plucked up his courage and asked, "Mr. Wen, what brand of aromatherapy do you use?"

Wen Gu glanced at him somewhat unexpectedly: "So you smelled my fragrance just now?"

Sheng Zhixin pretended to be calm and nodded: "Yes. I think it smells good, so I want to ask what brand it is. I'll ask Lin Monai to buy it for me when I go back."

"Just bring a bottle for you when you buy it next time." Wen Gu started the car, "I thought you were cold, and stood there clutching your collar."

Sheng Zhixin smiled dryly, and turned his face to look at the scenery on the side of the road.

Cities in the north sleep very early. Although it is only after seven o'clock, there are obviously fewer people on the street. There are only a few solitary street lamps standing on the side of the street, casting a few touches of warm yellow light.

Sheng Zhixin pondered for a while, and just as he was about to say something, Wen Gu said, "That's Xiaoyu Mountain over there."

Sheng Zhixin followed his gaze, and vaguely saw a mountain hidden in the night. There was light on the mountain, and it seemed to be a building like a pagoda.

"I studied here when I was a child, and I went to climb the mountain every spring outing and autumn outing," Wen Gu said. "It's a pity that it's too late now, and it's pretty nice to climb up on a sunny day. The sea is in the distance, and there are red-roofed houses below. Very old-fashioned."

Sheng Zhixin nodded half-understood, and heard him say again: "Walking down from Xiaoyu Mountain is an art museum in Qingdao. The wall is red, which is the same color as the wall of the Forbidden City in Beijing. It has become popular in the past two years. I don't understand why. So many people went to take pictures with a wall to check in.”

Sheng Zhixin let out a "puchi" laugh.

It's not because Wen Gu's words are so interesting just now, he is already quite happy just doing whatever he does with this person.

The mechanical female voice on the navigation sounded: "50 meters ahead, turn left and enter Qinyu Road."

Wen Gu tapped the keyboard with his fingertips: "There is Lu Xun Park on Qinyu Road. The seaside is full of stones, so it's not easy to walk. The statue of Lu Xun inside is just a carved head, which is not interesting."

"Then where are we going?" Sheng Zhixin asked.

Wen Gu turned the car around and drove into another main road: "I'll show you the sea."

Locals in Qingdao are numb to looking at the sea every day, but the first goal of foreigners coming to the coastal city must be to see the sea, including Sheng Zhixin.

He has been active in the inland since he was born, and at most he has only seen the Huangpu River and other nameless rivers. He has never seen the sea once.

Wen Gu found a place to stop the car, and Sheng Zhixin got out of the car behind him, and what greeted his eyes was an endless deep blue.

As night falls, the brilliant lights on the shore are reflected on the sea, like a beautiful dream.

Sheng Zhixin couldn't help speeding up his pace and walked up the plank road built on the sea.

"This is the trestle bridge in Qingdao," Wen Gu said. "It's good to see the sea here, and there are few people now. It will be very crowded in summer, and they are basically people."

Sheng Zhixin walked in front, and Wen Gu followed unhurriedly.

He didn't think there was anything unusual about seeing the sea from a young age, but Sheng Zhixin felt that he couldn't get enough of it. His eyes wanted to engrave all the scenery into his head.

"Mr. Wen," he turned his head suddenly, "The pavilion in front is..."

Sheng Zhixin's eyes met Wen Gu's in mid-air, and he refused to ask the second half of the sentence.

Those eyes looked at him too affectionately. If he hadn't turned his head back, he might not have discovered this secret.

Not drunk, not drugged.

Clearly, clearly, he saw the tenderness and concentration in Wen Gu's eyes.

"Hui Lan Pavilion," Wen Gu looked away from his face. "A museum is open during the day."

Sheng Zhixin said "Oh" in a low voice, his heart was filled with the look in his eyes that made people blush just now.

Why is Wen Gu looking at him like this?

Could it be that he really treats himself...

The answer was ready to come out in his heart, but he couldn't, or dare not think about it any more.

The two walked slowly to the end of the trestle bridge, stood beside the "Hui Lan Pavilion" and looked at the sea silently.

Sheng Zhixin moved his lips, looking for something to say: "Unfortunately, it's not daytime. I heard that the sea in Qingdao is super beautiful on a sunny day."

Wen Gu lowered his eyes: "Then next time."

"I hope I have time," Sheng Zhixin smiled, "I... like this place very much."

Wen Gu looked at him questioningly.

"Qingdao has a good climate, a good environment, and nice people," Sheng Zhixin said slowly. "The buildings are beautiful, the crabs are delicious, the sea is beautiful, and..."

He stopped here.

"What else?"

And you.

This is your hometown, and I fell in love with it before I knew it.

But Sheng Zhixin didn't say anything.

Wen Gu didn't ask him any more questions, and changed the subject lightly: "My mother likes you very much."

"She wanted me to learn this since I was a child, but I didn't have much interest in it. She stopped learning after two years. She was very disappointed." Wen Gu said with a bit of helplessness in his voice, "Fortunately, she met you today. .”

"I also like Auntie very much," Sheng Zhixin's voice trembled slightly, "but I'm not her biological child, so I probably can't let her pass those instruments to me."

After he finished saying this, his heart beat fast like a drum, beating on his chest with a "bang bang", almost jumping out.

Sheng Zhixinsheng was afraid that Wen Guyu would say surprisingly, "I'll go home later and let my mother recognize you as a godson. Today is the right time and place, and I just want to be a brother." After all, I have never understood the thinking of this person in front of me.

But Wen Gu said softly: "You will be angry."

"They said that at my age, I can get angry early, and if I'm still confused, I don't need to struggle, and I won't be able to get angry."

Sheng Zhixin laughed at himself.

"Don't believe me, how many people have I met," Wen Gu said, "Basically, I can tell who is good and who is not. If you say you can be popular, you can be popular."

He paused, stood against the light on the shore, and said seriously, "Xiao Sheng, you really surprised me a lot."