So Chu Yang and his family spent the day at the Li family's house.

After lunch, we drank some tea and then got together to play mahjong.

Chu Yang was also dragged into playing a few rounds.

As a result, he won every hand, which amazed Zhang Xiaoyu.

"Chu Yang, you're so good at cards, why don't you teach your auntie?"

She often plays cards with her wealthy female friends when she has free time, but she always loses more than she wins. She really wants to learn how to play cards and show off her skills in front of them.

"Auntie, I don't have any special skills, I just have good luck and always get good cards," Chu Yang said.

It wasn't really luck, but rather the advantage of his photographic memory; he could roughly tell the face and position of each card with just a glance.

Because it's a manual shuffling, it's very easy for him to do this.

If it's a mahjong machine shuffling the tiles, then he's out of options.

"So it was just luck," Zhang Xiaoyu said regretfully.

Chu Yang then toned it down a bit, winning and losing, until Shu'er's grandfather came over and he was pulled into playing Go, with Shu'er taking his place in mahjong.

Halfway through the game of Go, the sound of a xiao (vertical flute) drifted over, followed by the sound of a guzheng (Chinese zither).

This is a video of Lao Chu and Lao Li, these two new best buddies, playing the qin and xiao together.

The two seemed to have collaborated for many years, displaying remarkable chemistry; the music was beautiful, moving, and profound.

Old Master Li's expression shifted, he squinted and stroked his beard to carefully listen to the sound, then nodded in praise: "What a fine flute! What a fine flute! Your father is truly skilled!"

"He usually enjoys these things. He plays the suona the best, but due to financial constraints, he can only use it to play at funerals to earn money. Occasionally, he will work as a musician in a theatrical troupe," Chu Yang said.

"What a waste of talent! His talents are going to waste!" Old Master Li said with a regretful expression. He then placed a piece on the chessboard and pondered for a moment. "I know the leaders of the Citizens' Orchestra. I can recommend him for the job. The salary and benefits are good, and there are many large-scale performances available. Ask your father if he would like to go."

Chu Yang nodded: "The salary is secondary. The main thing is that there are performances, and they're performed for real people. My dad will definitely like it."

Funeral music is played for the deceased, and it's always mournful music. There's no applause, only weeping. Actually, working in this field for a long time can lead to depression.

Old Chu also longed to perform on a bright stage and enjoy applause from the audience.

"Thank you in advance, Grandpa. I'll tell my dad later." Chu Yang said, raising his hand to place a piece.

Old Master Li glared and puffed out his beard: "You brat, don't let me win this time! Play it the way it should. This move doesn't count. Bring it up and play again! Do I need you to let me win?"

Chu Yang laughed heartily: "Alright, alright, I'll try again, I'll try again."

Half an hour later, Grandpa Li lost the game by two pieces, and sighed that Chu Yang's chess skills were much better than Shu'er's.

Seeing that the qin and xiao duet had ended, Chu Yang told Old Chu about joining the citizens' orchestra.

Old Chu was naturally overjoyed; he had long wanted such a stage to showcase his talents.

Finally, I can play it for living people.

“I’m also registered there, but I rarely go. After the holiday, I’ll take you there to register, and then we’ll let them see our qin and xiao ensemble!” Li Yanbai said.

"Alright, alright, then I'll have to trouble you, Brother Li!" Old Chu said happily.

On the other side, Tang Wenfang, Zhang Xiaoyu, and Li Qingshu were making pastries, with occasional soft laughter coming from them.

In short, the two families unexpectedly hit it off during their short half-day together.

Chu Yang was somewhat troubled.

The main problem is that things are progressing too fast for Shu'er; they're practically getting married on the spot.

The way Shu'er's parents looked at her was increasingly like they were looking at a promising son-in-law.

This won't do; we have to slow down the progress and try to come less often in the future.

After dinner and tea, Tony Fang said he had to take his leave.

Li Yanbai, who was drunk and passed out on the sofa, suddenly sprawled out and said, "No way! I haven't sworn brotherhood with Brother Chu yet. And Chu Yang, you come too! You can be the third brother!"

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Zhang Xiaoyu pressed him down: "You're just making a fool of yourself."

After a warm invitation to stay, she and Li Qingshu saw the person to the door.

“Our two houses aren’t far apart, so you must come over often when you have time.” Zhang Xiaoyu and Tony Fang had clearly become good friends.

“Definitely, I’ll give you an even prettier hairstyle next time,” Tony Fang said with a smile.

"I'm leaving now, see you at school," Chu Yang said to Li Qingshu.

Li Qingshu nodded gently, her eyes filled with reluctance.

After saying goodbye and getting into the car, Chu Yang started the engine and looked back. He noticed that Old Chu and Tony Fang were frowning and silent.

They seem to be caught in a deep dilemma.

After a long silence, Tony Fang finally spoke softly, "What are we going to do about Little Pear?"

Old Chu sighed deeply: "And there's Zhou Yang too, that girl is quite nice."

Chu Yang knew that his mother liked Xiao Li too much, while his father thought Zhou Yang was better.

But after today's experience at the Li family's house, I feel that Shuer, who is intelligent and kind-hearted, is also very suitable.

Most importantly, the two families get along so well that they will definitely not have any conflicts when they become in-laws.

"Dad, Mom, it's too early to talk about this now. I'm only a freshman in college, and I'm only nineteen. I'm not old enough to get married yet, so there's no need to rush," Chu Yang said.

Tony glared at him: "Are we in a hurry for you to get married? It's you, you rascal, how can you date like this!"

Old Chu chimed in, criticizing, "Yeah, yeah, that's outrageous! He can only date one girl!"

"Then who gets to take it?" Chu Yang posed the question to them.

Then they fell into a deep dilemma.

It's so hard to choose, so incredibly hard to choose...

Just as I was about to say something more, I suddenly felt the car brake suddenly.

"What happened?" Old Chu peeked out.

There were more than a dozen people standing in front of the car.

The man at the head, bald and heavily tattooed, was looking this way with a fierce expression.

Old Chu exclaimed in surprise, "It's Sun Dabiao!"

"Sun Dabiao?" Tony Fang was startled; this was a real bigwig in the underworld.

Anyone from the bustling county had heard of Sun Dabiao's infamous reputation; he was feared so much that people would avoid him at all costs.

Unexpectedly, that red-haired guy actually brought Sun Dabiao over. What are we going to do now?

"Son, let's go quickly!" Old Chu said decisively.

You absolutely must not get off the bus at this time, or you'll get a severe beating.

"No need, watch me," Chu Yang said calmly.

Sun Dabiao, who was standing in front, grinned maliciously and waved his hand.

A dozen or so men carrying steel pipes and clubs rushed up from behind.

"Dad, Mom, hold on tight." As Chu Yang spoke, he stepped on the gas.

The Wrangler's engine roared and it surged forward in a flash.

The person rushing towards them was startled and quickly dodged.

But Sun Dabiao, who had his hands in his pockets, didn't react as quickly.

The main reason is that I didn't expect them to actually dare to charge over!

He's usually so arrogant that everyone trembles with fear before him, but this kid in front of me seems to be playing by his own rules.

It showed no sign of slowing down at all, and even accelerated!

boom!

"Fuck your mother!!!" Sun Dabiao couldn't dodge in time and was knocked away, screaming as he fell into the flowerbed.