Su Ming had been in this world for three years.
It had been more than two years since he became a suona craftsman.
Being a person in two lives had given him extraordinary experience.
Become a suona craftsman, especially one who could play the song of a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix.
Being able to play the suona well was actually secondary.
More importantly, he had to use his identity as a suona craftsman.
To measure this person's life, whether or not he was worthy of the four words of a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix.
"Yes, it's a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix!" Fan Huai stared into Su Ming's eyes.
He wanted to find out something.
But he failed.
He felt that this young man was looking at him as if he was an ignorant child.
"You don't know me?" Fan Huai asked doubtfully. The other party's eyes did not seem to be faking it.
Su Ming shook his head.
Fan Huai felt helpless. He felt as if he had hit cotton with a hammer.
Doesn't this person watch television?
He could only explain," The old man who passed away yesterday was my grandfather.”
" Oh…" Su Ming finally understood that this fellow should be the superstar that Liu Zi had mentioned previously.
"I can't." Then, Su Ming rejected Fan Huai.
Fan Huai had just seen the young man's enlightened look.
She naively thought that he knew her identity, but who would have thought that he would reject her so directly?
He almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
Taking a deep breath, Fan Huai adjusted his emotions.
Thinking about it, it made sense.
Such an answer was reasonable.
Without any benefits, how could he agree?
In fact, Fan Huai had not expected the so-called Master Su to be so young.
Since it was a young man, it was even easier to handle.
"Master Su, I'll be frank.
The old master has also done a lot of good things for the village.
I won't give you any less money.
Or, if you have any other requests, I can satisfy them.
You might have been in town all this time and don't know me very well. It's okay, as long as…"
Su Ming saw that this person was not going to stop talking, so he interrupted him.
"No need! If you say you can't brag, you can't brag!"
The clay Bodhisattva still had some anger!
Not to mention Fan Huai, who had always held a high position in the entertainment industry.
" Hmph…" Fan Huai sneered. He decided to teach this so-called Master Su a lesson.
At this moment, the knocker rang again!
Three knocks on the door was clearly more particular than Fan Huai's.
Su Ming ignored Fan Huai."Please come in!"
A bespectacled man wearing mourning clothes rushed into the courtyard and said in a sobbing tone," Master Su, my father has left…"
Su Ming was stunned when he saw who it was.
"Are you saying that the old principal has left?"
The middle-aged man nodded and fell to his knees.
With tears in her eyes, she said," Master Su, my father's funeral is on the 11th. Please blow four sets for him."”
Upon hearing this, Su Ming's eyes reddened.
He quickly went forward to help the middle-aged man up.
"Teacher Liu, don't worry! I'll personally send the old principal off on November 1st!”
Speaking of the old principal, Su Ming was also full of admiration.
The old school was built halfway up the mountain with a small river in the middle.
Students had to take detours to get to school. When the old principal was young, it took him half a year.
He built a stone bridge.
After retirement, the old principal was still worried about the children in the school.
Now that the traffic and living conditions were better, the old principal became a voluntary traffic officer near the primary school in town.
It could be said that the old principal had spent almost his entire life on the children in town.
In his previous life, Su Ming studied traditional education.
He had been a professor in the school.
Su Ming, who was also an education worker, admired the old principal's actions.
At the thought of this, Su Ming was very worried about the funeral on the eleventh.
He already had his own plans.
The middle-aged man whom Su Ming addressed as Teacher Liu thought that Su Ming had agreed to play four instruments for the old master and quickly knelt down to thank him.
"Thank you, Master Su!"
As for bragging about his father's success?
It was Teacher Wang who decided. His father had been very thrifty when he was alive.
If he spent eight grand funerals, he would definitely blame himself.
During this period of time, Master Su had almost stopped working.
Different from the eight, the musicians had very little money to play four.
Therefore, he was very grateful when he heard that Su Ming would personally send the old master off.
"Teacher Wang, please get up.
Speaking of which, the old principal died of old age. Don't be too sad…"
Su Ming grabbed Teacher Wang's shoulder to prevent him from kneeling down again.
"Thank you, Master Su. I'll go back first.”Teacher Wang wiped her tears.
Su Ming sent Teacher Wang to the door.
"Teacher Wang, slow down.
It's such a long way. If there's anything, just give me a call!”
Teacher Wang waved his hand and hopped onto his bicycle, disappearing from Su Ming's sight.
Su Ming waved his hand when he saw the petrified face of the " superstar " beside him.
Upon hearing the news of the old principal's death, Su Ming was too lazy to argue with this fellow.
"Eight can be blown.
Forget it…"
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