"Ah, I didn't ask about that!"
Hearing the little streamer's words, the audience was completely speechless!
So, where did you go?
The little streamer looked at the screen full of complaints and felt a little embarrassed.
"But the flute was indeed played by Master Su!”
But after thinking about it, she said,
"I barged into his house, how could I have the cheek to ask so many questions?
Master Su definitely won't lie!"
The audience sighed.
However, the dog streamer finally figured out that Su Ming was the one who played the flute.
At least he had done something useful.
Therefore, everyone turned their attention to the flute song.
Putting aside the suona.
Previously, when he used the flute to imitate so many bird calls, it was also very amazing.
Meanwhile, the little streamer watched everyone talk about the flute.
He remembered that he had memorized it with great difficulty before he left.
The line of calligraphy on Su Ming's stone table.
He was afraid that he would forget it after a long time.
She quickly typed in the jargon on the screen.
After sending it to the live broadcast room, he pressed the screenshot button.
You say that the flute sounds like a complaint, and you think hard; Later, the tea smoke was still green, and the shadows were vast.
You say that people are like jade, and their children are together; Later, looking from the pavilion, the night was slightly cool.
You said that the rosy clouds dyed the sky, and who enjoyed the flowers blooming on the road; Later, the smoke cage was dark, and the water in the middle of the lake was moving.
This…
At first, everyone thought that the streamer was possessed.
But then, more and more people started to take a closer look.
He only felt that these few lines of poetry were getting more and more interesting the more he tasted them.
It was much better than the confusing sentences on the market now!
The combination of ancient poetry and modern poetry produced a special reaction.
Although there wasn't a single word of worry or love.
However, a faint melancholy and longing overflowed the screen through the lines.
For a moment, other than those who were still complaining about the host's insincerity.
Many people were praising the little streamer for her literary talent and her hidden talents.
"Master Su wrote this…
I saw it on the stone table in his courtyard. It should have been written not long ago.
Xuan paper, calligraphy.
Good people, good calligraphy, good poetry…"
…………
The subtitles and politeness in the live broadcast room began to decrease.
Many people began to ponder.
From that old man to the villagers that the streamer met when she asked for directions.
Finally, the host himself.
Everyone had seen Master Su's evaluation.
As for the so-called Master Su?
Let's not talk about the suona.
Everyone had heard the flute song just now.
And now, the little streamer's red face was obviously charmed by Master Su.
Therefore, Su Ming's looks and temperament were definitely excellent.
This poem by Su Ming was even more beautiful.
Could Master Su be a swindler?
I feel that Su Ming is a true expert.
There was a high chance that the flute was a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix. Su Ming should also know how to play the suona's hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix!
Ah…I beg you, streamer, please go and ask again.
"I can't disturb Master Su anymore!
Anyway, I believe that Master Su is definitely not a liar!
Not only is he not a swindler, I think he is also a very good suona craftsman!”
The little streamer looked at the subtitles and stated her stance firmly.
The first time, he had already left a very ordinary impression on Master Su.
How could she go there a second time!
However, the audience was still unwilling to let it go.
Most importantly, the dog streamer saw Su Ming.
But they didn't see it!
The little streamer thought about it.
"Didn't you say it before?
Tomorrow, Master Su of the Su family's class would personally play the suona for someone!
I'll broadcast it to you guys!"
Once he said this, he finally calmed the rest of the audience.
I remember, it was the old headmaster of Doushan Village!
However, Sir System said that Master Su would sell four…
Sigh, I don't expect to hear all birds pay homage to the phoenix. I can also listen to eight channels.
【…………】
The audience remembered these details even more clearly than the little streamer.
The little streamer promised everyone.
Tomorrow morning, he would go to Doushan Village to look for a good place.
He would definitely not disappoint everyone!
Only then did everyone forgive the little streamer.
With that, the live broadcast came to an end.
When it was about to end, the little streamer sighed.
"Could it be that I'm really not suitable for Master Su?”
…………
As for the Fan family.
After playing the two suona songs, Fan Huai felt that something was wrong.
Before he could finish playing the suona, the surrounding villagers left one after another.
As for when the eight suona cars cleared the way to the cemetery.
There were not many villagers around to watch the show.
Moreover, the elders in the family, including his father, did not look too good.
The uncle in charge sighed and shook his head from time to time.
Logically speaking, such a large-scale funeral.
In addition to the eight suona that he had arranged for a professional performance, wasn't it better than the other suona in the town?
If not, these people's standards would be directly crushed by that Master Su?
He waited until after he buried his grandfather.
Finally, she could not help but pull her father to a place where no one was paying attention.
He asked softly.
"Dad, what's going on? Why doesn't everyone look good…"
Fan Xin wanted to say something but stopped. He only sighed repeatedly!
"Dad, tell me, I saw some people pointing fingers at the blind date before. Did something go wrong…"
Finally, Fan Xin lit a cigarette and fell silent for a long time.
He still opened his mouth.
"Previously, when I asked you to hire Channel 8 from the Su family, you said that they didn't know what was good for them.
He even said that he could hire someone better.
But what did you brag about when you hired eight channels!
A funeral suona was like a palanquin made by a living person!
It was a matter of face!
The villagers are not pointing fingers at us, they are probably laughing at us!
Your grandfather's funeral is embarrassing!”
Fan Huai's face turned pale." Why, Dad? These people are all professional musicians. They've won awards and played the same songs as the others.”
Fan Xin took a few puffs of the cigarette, but he felt that the smoke in his mouth was tasteless.
He simply threw it away and stomped it out.
"Tomorrow is the old principal's funeral. You know that Master Su will personally attend the funeral.
Look, the other party's four sets are several streets ahead of our eight sets!!!”
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