"Where are my presbyopic glasses?"
Li Jianjun looked around, but he couldn't find it.
Soon after.
Only then did he remember that he did not bring his presbyopic glasses with him today.
However…
Although he did not have presbyopic glasses, he still narrowed his eyes and stared at the phone. He tried to see the person on the phone clearly.
However…
It was too blurry.
It was too flashy.
He could not see it clearly at all.
"Chan 'Er, where are you? Where is that kid? Where's that coward?" Li Jianjun couldn't see it and could only ask Li Yuchan anxiously.
Li Yuchan hurriedly wiped her tears and said,""Grandpa, there's only Brother Xiao Mu in the video, and no Grandpa Jiang.”
At this moment.
The sound of the erhu rang out.
Instantly.
Both grandfather and grandson shut up.
Inexplicably.
A kind of sadness accompanied the sound of the erhu.
"Ah ~~~~~"
All of a sudden.
A playful voice sounded.
The grandfather and grandson both trembled.
It was a dramatic tone.
They were extremely familiar with the scene.
However…
They realized.
This play carried a strong sense of reluctance and sadness.
When their emotions reached a certain point, they heard the familiar sounds of idyllic songs.
"A few pieces of the letter, looking at the wonderful brush."
"Cut a piece of paper, cool and thin, the wind changes the years in darkness."
"I suspect it's the goddess of Luochuan who made jade skin to break the sunset glow."
"Recalling Silhouette Tea"
Hearing this, Li Yuchan's tears fell like rain again.
An inexplicable sense of sadness emerged from the bottom of her heart.
She seemed to see a scene.
A woman was playing the zither, sitting in front of the desk, looking at the paper-cut, missing that person.
"Fight for a beautiful woman and watch the army come to the city."
"Draw a painting of ten thousand miles in the circle of two grievances."
"How could I know that the fallen hibiscus flowers and red lips kiss the fine sand?"
"The slanting wind and drizzle wake up a hundred thousand flowers."
Hearing this.
Li Jianjun's face was also filled with sorrow.
He felt a sense of sadness, reluctance, and nostalgia from the song.
Who was he missing?
Who was he reluctant to part with?
For whom was he grieving?
Could it be?
At this moment.
Mu Ge's voice suddenly changed, and he said in a playful tone,"
"Have you not seen the beacon fire in the west of the city entering the flower tower?"
"Who will lead Wu Gou outside Mt. Guan?"
"The poor Qiang flute does not understand the sorrow of the autumn wind beyond the Great Wall."
"On this journey, the countryside is empty for thousands of miles."
"Under the waning moon, the distant shadow of a lonely boat"
"If you don't say anything, I won't say anything to ease my worries."
It exploded.
At this moment.
The grandfather and grandson duo were blown up by Mu Ge's dramatic tone.
Li Jianjun was a master of drama. He was naturally very familiar with opera and opera.
In fact…
It was extremely professional.
However…
He realized that the song was perfect.
He perfectly expressed his emotions.
It was even telling a sad story in a playful manner.
Most importantly…
He had never heard of this opera before.
In other words.
It was very likely that this opera was composed by this kid himself, or by his senior brother, Jiang Yue.
As for Li Yuchan, she was crying her eyes out.
Pastoral.
Had he finally graduated?
Was he finally on stage?
As expected, he did not give up on acting.
As expected, he was still persisting.
I knew it.
I knew it would be like this.
Unknowingly.
The Short videos ended.
Because no video was scrolled down, the Short videos was replayed again.
However…
Neither grandfather nor grandson made a sound.
Just like that.
He repeated it several times.
He did not know how long it had been.
Li Jianjun's muddy eyes were already filled with tears.
Because…
He knew that it was very likely that his senior brother had already…
He could hear his longing for his master and his reluctance to part with him from the song.
"Grandpa."
Li Yuchan came back to her senses. When she turned to look at her grandfather, she realized that his face was covered in tears.
Li Jianjun did not seem to hear Li Yuchan's voice. He stood up in a daze and staggered out of the old pear garden.
Seeing this, Li Yuchan couldn't care less about anything else. She quickly chased after Li Jianjun and helped him home.
After returning to the courtyard house not far away, Li Jianjun locked himself in his room.
He didn't see anyone.
Seeing this, Li Yuchan's father, Li Baoguo, hurriedly asked,""Chan 'Er, what's wrong with the old master?"
At this moment.
Li Baoguo also saw Li Yuchan's red eyes and quickly asked,""Chan 'Er, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you guys?"
Li Yuchan took out her phone and handed it to Li Baoguo.""Dad, we have news about Brother Xiao Mu. After Grandpa watched this video, he became like this.”
Li Baoguo's body trembled. He quickly took the phone and looked at it.
After he finished watching the video.
His eyes turned red for some reason.
He looked at Li Yuchan and said with a trembling voice,""Chan 'Er, maybe…Uncle Jiang…Maybe... The immortals have gone."
Li Yuchan staggered and almost fell.
Fortunately, Li Baoguo was quick enough to support Li Yuchan.
" No way. How could Grandpa Jiang do that? He's still young. Before he left, his body was still so strong. How could it not be? It definitely couldn't be," Li Yuchan refused to believe it.
She did not want to believe it.
"I can hear Little Mu's longing for Uncle Jiang from this opera.”
"Besides, Uncle Jiang would never let Little Mu go on stage alone. If he were here, he would definitely go with him, but…" Li Baoguo said with a heavy heart.
Hearing this, Li Yuchan's tears could not stop flowing.
An inexplicable sadness spread.
She finally understood why her grandfather was so sad.
She finally understood why her grandfather was crying in front of her.
So…
Grandpa also knew that Grandpa Jiang had passed away.
She thought of how well Grandpa Jiang treated her.
The past was still vivid in his mind.
It was a pity.
now
In fact…
She didn't even get to see him for the last time.
At the thought of this.
Li Yuchan cried even harder.
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(I have two brothers who have given me gifts. The flowers will soon reach 2,000 yuan. If it reaches 2,000 yuan, do you still have another chapter?) Come on, I'll take it all…He continued to write.
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