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--concert--

"It's okay to lend it to you."

Wan Xiaoyi lent the instrument to Gong Lingxi full of doubts.

Gong Lingxi asked again, "Since your spirit tester is superior to other products, have you thought about putting it into production?"

Wan Xiaoyi really couldn't understand why the topic jumped so fast, but he had really thought about Gong Lingxi's proposal, but he didn't understand those things, so he occasionally despised those hyped-up products on the market, and then thought about it for his proposal. Instruments feel sorry.

"I really thought about it. It takes a lot of money and equipment to put it into production."

With their small research room alone, he can only tinker with these little things.

"What about working with people?"

"Cooperation?" Wan Xiaoyi sat up abruptly, "I haven't thought about it, but who will cooperate with me?"

Of course, he still has a lot of questions that he hasn't said, such as how to share after the cooperation, and whether his technology will be stolen.

"If you want, I can ask for you, I know a senior, his family is in the production of instruments."

Wan Xiaoyi was a little excited, but still at a loss. This incident happened so suddenly that he didn't know how to answer it.

However, if the instrument can be sold, he can earn a sum of money. Considering the conditions of the laboratory, maybe selling the instrument is also a good suggestion.

"Okay..." Wan Xiaoyi thought for a long time, not wanting to miss this opportunity.

The senior Gong Lingxi mentioned was Han Yichen, and the cutting machine that saved their lives was the product Han Yichen brought. According to Han Yichen, the group not only produces industrial machinery, but also covers various equipment, including some testing instruments.

With an idea, Gong Lingxi first sent a message to Han Yichen, asking him if he was interested in spiritual instruments, and Han Yichen did not refuse.

The two made another appointment and wanted to take a look at Wan Xiaoyi's instrument.

It was not only Han Yichen who came to see the instrument, but also a young man. The young man didn't expect much from it, especially when he saw the rough appearance of the instrument, but after the hands-on test, his expression eased a lot.

"Is this what you researched?" The young man asked Wan Xiaoyi in an incredulous tone.

Wan Xiaoyi was very nervous at this moment, holding his pants tightly with both hands, "Yes."

The young man asked a lot of professional questions, and Wan Xiaoyi gradually answered them smoothly.

Gong Lingxi didn't understand, so she drank tea and chatted with Han Yichen. Of course, Gong Lingxi drank tea and Han Yichen drank coffee.

"Why would my junior think of selling instruments to me?"

"Senior doesn't need it?"

Whether it is necessary or not is not up to Han Yichen, but it is impossible for him to explain this to Gong Lingxi, and he is just thinking of something when he asks this.

Gong Lingxi not only sold instruments to him, but also sold metals to Shang Liu. No matter how you look at it, it looks like he is very short of money. Of course, he can't ask directly, which is very rude.

So he changed the subject again and looked at Wan Xiaoyi.

"You know him well?"

"It depends on how the seniors define familiarity and unfamiliarity."

Han Yichen kept stirring the spoon in his hand, "How do you know it's done?"

"Meeting a few times is considered a casual acquaintance; it is a little deeper than a casual acquaintance if you are invited to a party and can play together; if you can exchange thoughts, it will go a step further."

"Gone?"

"No, what else do you want to add, senior?"

If according to what Gong Lingxi said, it is completely at the level of elementary school students, Han Yichen would not think so simply.

"Where do you put your friend in need?"

"It's too outlandish for the senior to say that."

"Why?"

"The senior asked me how to calculate familiarity, and of course I said that I was not familiar with it."

"It's not familiar to communicate with each other?"

"The senior and I have known each other now. Has the senior told me, which girl do you like?"

Han Yichen thought about it carefully, there was really no such thing, but who would say such a thing out of nothing.

And thinking about it further, it makes sense, he wouldn't deny Gong Lingxi as a friend just because he had different preferences from Gong Lingxi, and Gong Lingxi treated him with the same attitude, which really left him speechless.

"Since we are so familiar, the senior must take care of me. How about a better share?"

Han Yichen: "..."

It's been a while since I haven't seen him, why is Gong Lingxi getting thicker and thicker, and the share is also shared with Wan Xiaoyi, at most he can get an introduction fee.

"I remember you like music very much..." Han Yichen took out two tickets from his pocket and pushed them in front of Gong Lingxi, "This is the ticket for the concert, next Sunday at the Jingcheng Concert Hall."

"Is the senior not going?"

"I happened to have something to do that day, so I couldn't go."

Gong Lingxi accepted the tickets. At this time, Wan Xiaoyi and the young man had a similar conversation. The young man took the samples back for testing, while Wan Xiaoyi was dizzy and felt a little dizzy when he walked out.

It's one thing to know that your stuff is good, and quite another to be recognized.

The car stopped near the school, Wan Xiaoyi didn't live in the school, but went back to the research room, and Gong Lingxi got off here.

Before leaving, Gong Lingxi turned her head and asked, "Do you like music?"

Wan Xiaoyi was stunned for a moment, and he didn't understand why he turned around to ask him about such a thing, but he still answered truthfully, "I'm not interested."

"That's a pity, it seems that I'm the only one going."

"Where are you going?" Wan Xiaoyi asked curiously.

"concert."

Wan Xiaoyi's curiosity was immediately dispelled, he didn't want to go to that kind of place, he seemed very restrained, and he didn't know much about music.

Of course, Gong Lingxi can also invite other people, but unfortunately, they have something to do that day, Shang Liu is going to participate in the mech competition, Xie Qingyu is in charge of the practice of the ancient martial arts club, and of course there are things about the martial arts competition, and everyone else has their own affairs Each plan.

If the ancient music club had more members, he could ask people from the ancient music club to go with him, but so far, the ancient music club has only two members, he and monk Liu.

Shang Liu joined the Ancient Music Club on a whim. In fact, he spent most of his time in the Ancient Martial Arts Club and the Jijia Club. When he arrived at the Ancient Music Club, he tossed his schoolbag and lay on the bench with a laid-back look. rest.

Of course, Gong Lingxi also asked the reason for Shang Liu's behavior.

"Your music is unlike anything I've ever heard before."

"What's different? Mode? Timbre?"

"It's not that, it just feels very different, and your music can calm people down."

"All soothing music works like this, not just my music."

"No..." Shang Liu didn't agree with this point of view, but he couldn't give evidence to refute it, but his feeling told him so.

He is not a musician either, he can accurately distinguish the language of music, but people who understand music don't have Shang Liu's intuition.

Others didn't have the same strong feeling as Shang Liu after listening to it, but they would come to listen to it often. For example, the two seniors who have graduated obviously played the same tune, but the version played by others was different from Gong Lingxi's.

The two seniors explained it as a skill, just like the same song, performed by different people, but the feeling is very different. Some people's voice can confuse people, no matter what they sing, it sounds good, and some people sing famous songs with a dry taste .

As a music idiot, Shang Liu accepted this explanation, but Gong Lingxi herself was confused by what they said. When did his playing skills become so good, why didn't he know?

The qin player entertains himself, it is not a musical instrument with strong performance.

Speaking of performances, I have to mention all kinds of ancient orchestral music, French horn, trumpet, trombone, cello...

Dozens of people played together, and the scene was quite spectacular.

And the concert that Gong Lingxi wanted to see was exactly this kind, but after thousands of years, the original combination had changed, and more innovative instruments were integrated into it, but the same solemnity and elegance.

Entering the concert hall, Gong Lingxi found her place under the prompt.

"Excuse me?"

Confirming that she was speaking to herself, Gong Lingxi asked, "What's the matter?"

"Is your position in row 8, number 19?"

Gong Lingxi subconsciously took out his own ticket, he had two tickets, the positions were connected together, and he didn't remember which ticket he took to get in.

After the intelligent brain recognized it, it accurately reported the seat number.

"No. 8 in row 18 and No. 8 in row 17."

Listening to Zhinao's voice, Gong Lingxi knew that she was sitting in the wrong seat, so she moved to the side.

Seeing Gong Lingxi's series of movements, Yan Qingyao felt that it was indescribably weird. Gong Lingxi's movements were very natural, not as if he was blind, but if he wasn't blind, why did he even have to tell him the seat number.

"Your eyes?" Yan Qingyou couldn't help asking, but stopped in the middle of speaking. Blind people should be very taboo about others mentioning their eyes.

Gong Lingxi smiled, "My eyes can't see."

"Is it due to the day after tomorrow?"

With the advancement of medical care, the probability of congenital blindness is extremely low. Even if you are congenitally blind, you can get a new pair of eyes.

"I was too careless..." Gong Lingxi replied vaguely, obviously not wanting to say too much to a stranger, even though the aura of that person made him feel at ease, he always wanted to say more unconsciously.

Yan Qingyou also knew this, so he didn't ask any further questions, but his attention would be diverted occasionally, until the concert started, and the beautiful music sounded, which attracted the whole person, and when he woke up, the venue suddenly burst into applause.

At the end of the concert, many people still felt unfulfilled, especially some fanatical fans.

"Did you hear that? This is called music. What do you call that thing? Throw it away quickly, so as not to take up space."

"But those are ancient ruins."

"Ancient ruins? Just a pile of rubbish."

"It's not rubbish..." Yang Ye argued in a low voice, "Experts say it's just old and needs to be repaired."

"Can it be played after it is repaired? Will it be as good as today's concert?" Yang Kuang asked sharply, "You can't get much money if you sell it. It's a waste. It's better to buy a set of audio equipment."

The voices of the two attracted those who hadn't left yet. Gong Lingxi was about to leave after listening to this unhealthy quarrel, but when he felt the people around him move, he stopped unconsciously.

If he judged correctly, the direction the man was going was the direction of the quarrel.

This person is a bit meddling, Gong Lingxi secretly guessed in her heart, but it was just an ordinary difference of opinion, and there was no big fight, so others can't care about it.

Yan Qingyou walked up to the two of them and asked politely, "I just heard you talking about the ancient ruins. I'm very interested in this. May I have a look?"

Yang Ye wanted to refuse, but it took him a lot of effort to get it, but Yang Kuang agreed, "Why? Do you want to buy it?"

As he spoke, he looked up and down Yan Qingyao, a literary youth with some money, he seemed to be a good buyer.

"I'd like to see it first, if I can."

Yan Qingyao didn't agree right away, he was just interested, and he wasn't a garbage collector, so he bought everything there.

"This..." Seeing Yang Kuang making his own claims, Yang Ye wanted to refute, but he was used to listening to the other party's words, so he couldn't refute for a while.

Yang Kuang stared and raised his eyebrows, "What is this? It's a good thing that someone is interested in your rubbish. It will only get moldy if you put it in your hands, but it will shine when you put it in someone else's hands."

Yang Kuang's words are just sales words, of course he can't belittle his own things, no matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat, and with the name of ancient relics, maybe he can raise the price, and get rid of the pile of junk by the way, he still wants to Warehouses are needed for new equipment.

"Where is the thing?"

"It's not far away, just a few minutes' drive away."

After Yan Qingyou finished talking with the other party, he asked Gong Lingxi, "Do you want to go together?"

Gong Lingxi was taken aback by the question.

Yan Qingyou said, "I'm a foreigner, so I don't know much about the situation here."

He didn't understand either, but Gong Lingxi still complied. He felt that Yan Qingyao didn't really need someone's advice, and he didn't think of a reason to refuse for a while.

After driving for a few minutes, the car actually drove out of the urban area to a warehouse near the suburbs. There were many boxes piled up in the warehouse, but this was not what they wanted to see.

Several people walked in and entered a room. The utensils in the room were covered with a cover, and the surrounding temperature and humidity were monitored, and everything was controlled under strict conditions.

As soon as he saw this room, Yang Kuang became angry. Yang Ye used the conditions of protecting world-famous paintings to protect a pile of junk. The cost of protection alone exceeded the cost of this pile of junk. , just a waste of money, how much better equipment can be bought with that money.

Entering the room, Yang Kuang gave Yang Ye a wink and asked Yang Ye to explain to the two of them.

Yang Ye said with a bitter face, "This copper bell was first excavated on Wasteland Star."

As soon as he said something, Yang Kuang kicked him, what wasteland star, who doesn't know that there is an abandoned planet, except garbage is garbage, and then smiled and took the lead, "This thing has thousands of years of life. History, looking at the pattern on it, it is a very old style, and you can’t see it now.”

Yan Qingyao was noncommittal, but Yang Kuang introduced other things.

"This is a guqin with a beautiful style, a long history, and a fairly complete preservation. It can be said to be a rare masterpiece..."

Yang Kuang introduced it eloquently, and Yang Ye muttered, "It's just a few hundred years of history."

Yang Ye likes these things, but there is also a hierarchy. Those bronze bells are very rare musical instruments, and they are very old. He has high hopes for these bells. There are only a few hundred years, and in the 2-year history of the empire, cultural relics of a few hundred years are nothing.

"Qin?"

Yan Qingyou turned around and asked, "Are you interested in Qin?"

Gong Lingxi said, "Can you show me this piano?"

"Yes, yes..." Yang Kuang replied courteously, and then took out the piano case, inside which lay a piano, the strings of which were as bright as new.

After plucking the strings, there was no musical sound as imagined. Gong Lingxi tried to play a part more, but it was still the same.

Yang Kuang's face was a little embarrassed. He knew that these instruments were not good, but he didn't expect them to be so bad. If he had known about it, he would have skipped this piano and introduced other instruments.

Turning over the body of the qin, Gong Lingxi touched the bottom, and found that the parts that produced the sound were all there, which shouldn't be the case, and no matter how rough the qin was made, it could still make some sound, except for one qin.

Gong Lingxi's heart began to thump, and her fingers groped for other places, but through the glove, the touch felt extremely restricted.

"Can you help me see if there are any engravings on it?" Gong Lingxi asked Yan Qingyou for help.

"Yes, it is an ancient text."

Seizing the opportunity, Yang Kuang introduced, "This is a rather ancient script, which is very valuable for collection."

Yang Ye sneered in his heart, this text does not exist in any book, and there is no history that can prove it. In addition, Qin is only a few hundred years old, so it is clearly a text fabricated by later generations.

"Can I touch it?"

Gong Lingxi is checking this piano now, but he wants to learn more information through skin contact.

Yang Ye refused without thinking, "Of course not, the sweat from human skin will corrode the body of the piano."

Yang Kuang kicked him again, and Yang Ye changed his tune, "It's okay to touch it a little."

The moment she touched the words, Gong Lingxi was shocked and stood there, unable to recover for a long time.

The author says:

Small theater? Love rival;

Yu Qiao: According to the development of the plot, your rival in love has appeared! !

Zuo Xiyou: What is a rival in love?Can I eat it?

Yu Qiao: Don't pretend to be confused, you obviously care about it, but I have proof.

Zuo Xiyou: What evidence?Am I the type to leave evidence?

Yu Qiao: This is the surveillance from last night. It clearly captured your figure at the door of Lingxi.

Zuo Xiyou: So what?I was looking for him to discuss things.

Yu Qiao: Then what are you holding in your arms?

Zuo Xiyou: ...

Yu Qiao: Just admit it, you were the piano thief last night.