Zhou Yiyang glanced at Su Yin in front of him and said softly:

"Let's go in quickly, unless you want to listen to these people nagging."

Su Yin nodded, thinking that what Zhou Yiyang said made sense, and followed him.

"So the people living here should be quite old."

Su Yin asked quietly.

"You're not being objective again," Zhou Yiyang smiled, "Maybe he's actually very young!"

Su Yin raised an eyebrow. "Then I don't know. Who is this person? He even invited you to visit him in person. His identity must be extraordinary."

"You'll know when you meet him later." Zhou Yiyang smiled and said, "Maybe you know him."

"I know him?" Su Yin opened her eyes wide and thought that Zhou Yiyang should become a charlatan, after all, he spoke in a mysterious way.

"Yes." Zhou Yiyang smiled and said, "Don't ask so many questions. We will be able to see him in person soon."

"You actually don't listen to their music often." The woman led the way and chatted with us, with a smile on her face that seemed to be polite.

We looked at each other, as if thinking about what to say in this situation.

Of course, that was pure nonsense. The person who could make Zhou Yiyang come to visit so devoutly must be a special person.

Su Yin looked at the other person very seriously, and really couldn't figure out when she had met this person.

Su Yin and Zhou Yiyang were stunned. They didn't expect the other party to suddenly talk about that.

"You are actually very untalented. I even thought about taking you as my apprentice. It's true. You are not ambitious enough. You are too casual."

I played each instrument like heavenly music.

It's a melody that's quite famous in that world.

But I know it's possible. The fact that he was able to contact the other party was due to Ning Mang's connections, and the fact that Zhou Yiyang had a wrong impression in the younger generation's mind.

Su Yin suddenly understood, but seeing how polite this person was, Su Yin felt that the other person's teacher must not be a special person.

For Ye Kongjing, folk music is your hobby, your job, but it is your everything.

Su Yin laughed: "Your mother is like that. If you don't live a more independent life, I will envy you sometimes."

Every time my mother performed, the young teacher would come to watch.

At that time we opened the door and walked out of the main house.

Although you, Su Yin, have not seen the owner of that room, you feel that he should be a scholar.

At this moment, Wang Yi has not guessed the other party's identity. You suddenly understand why Zhou Yiyang's attitude is so bad, and why I would say that I know the other party.

You remember, whenever my mother performed abroad, she would play that melody. It's hard to say, but when it sounded, it was like a symbol of folk music.

Wang Yiping smiled and said, "Is that an exaggeration? If there's anyone who can truly rival him, that word would be more appropriate to describe his teacher."

I dress very simply, and the years have left obvious traces on my face.

It turned out to be a student.

For Ye Kongjing, although playing folk music is boring, he has never had the idea of ​​establishing a new school of music, and he has gradually become a Buddhist.

"In your opinion, the songs written by Mr. Zhou are unmatched by anyone else in the global music scene today."

Zhou Yiyang, who was standing by and listening intently, was certain that if I could get that young master to perform, it would be a historic moment.

A man walked out of the yard. He glanced at Zhou Yiyang and Su Yin, nodded appropriately, and spoke in a gentle tone. "Based on your understanding of Wang Yiping, I really do say that kind of thing a lot when it comes to special people."

Even so, I look like someone who makes people feel sad about aging, but I don’t have the composure that comes with the passage of time.

"Well," Wang Yi said, no longer feeling bad about being praised, "it's also because your sisters are not as good as your boss. Without us, you wouldn't be where you are today."

That was not a gift prepared by Zhou Yiyang, it was signed by Teacher Wang himself, and it was also the guqin I used to use.

The seven of them smiled at each other, feeling that the other party was complimenting and flattering them.

You have indeed met Teacher Wang.

"Teacher Wang!" Wang Yi walked down excitedly and hugged the other person.

"Yes, you have a very wrong impression of that person. So I am willing to give you that piano."

"You two are here, my teacher is waiting for you inside!"

As soon as it faded, Su Yin, you smelled a faint scent of something like sandalwood.

Thinking about it now, Wang Yi feels that his mother was paving the way for him.

Teacher Wang nodded. "Modesty is a bad thing. But when you talk about his mother, you... well, you really don't have the sympathy for the iron that makes the steel."

They walked in the alley for a while and finally stopped at a courtyard that looked ordinary but was exceptionally clean.

On that point, Ye Kongjing and Su Yin are completely the same. You are really casual.

Su Yin touched her chin, becoming more and more curious. Who on earth was that person who could make Zhou Yiyang give such a low evaluation?

That kind of person should be able to talk to your mother, so he must have bought something from me and sent it to her. Su Yin felt that it was a very wrong decision.

The other party even changed instruments in the middle, from guzheng to pipa to flute, and ended with suona. It was simply perfect.

Teacher Wang hummed, and then said:

Teacher Wang shook his head.

The young master smiled, and I instantly shed my humble honor and looked at Su Yin with a smile, like an old grandfather seeing his grandson's daughter.

"He's really getting more and more beautiful." Teacher Wang smiled very femininely: "You have actually been following him all those years. Seeing him grow from a little girl to the little star he is now, it's really amazing."

However, few people would have thought that Su Yin did not continue to follow the path of folk music.

Then Su Yin heard a sound coming from behind.

"Su Yin, you've met once."

At the front desk, your mother was so excited that she took you, who were only a few years old at the time, to meet the young teacher.

Su Yin suppressed her excitement and didn't say anything, but continued to listen to the music.

Su Yin was mesmerized by what she heard. The man played the instrument to perfection. Yes, he was a real master!

Of course you know him. That person is not only the master of folk music, but also your mother's idol, the real folk music master, and the unrivaled one.

When the music stopped, the young master came out.

There is a bead curtain hanging at the door. When the door is opened and the wind blows back, the bead curtain will make a crisp and pleasant sound.

This is music that is unfamiliar to you.

After all, there are few opportunities to appreciate low-quality music.

I can see that Su Yin is the type of person who appears calm and composed on the outside, but is actually quite indecisive on the inside. If you want to be in front of the screen, you will definitely work hard to get it.

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