"Wow!" Chen Zheng instantly recovered with full health, his green hair standing up, "A Guang, go show us your skills!"
Ouyangguang lowered the brim of his hat: "No."
"Are you afraid of losing to the old man?" He Ziqi poked him with his elbow with a wicked smile.
A cold snort came from under the hat.
At this time, the old master suddenly looked up and locked his eyes with Ouyang Guang: "The young man wearing a hat, do you want to try it?"
He Zilin winked at Chen Zheng, and before Ouyang Guang could react, he was pushed out by Chen Zheng. The old master smiled and handed over the drumstick: "Relax your wrist, like this..."
Surprisingly, Ouyang Guang played smoothly right away. The old master raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Have you practiced before?"
"School band." Ouyang Guang's voice was muffled under the brim of his hat, but the strength in his hands did not decrease at all. The drum beats became faster and faster, and his golden hair slipped out from his hat, shining in the sun.
"Bravo!" someone suddenly interrupted in Korean English. Lee Jae-hoon appeared out of nowhere, holding up a camera and taking pictures non-stop. He was wearing a light blue shirt that had been soaked into dark blue by sweat, looking like a drowned rat.
Ouyang Guang's hands trembled, and the drumstick almost flew out: "Why are you..."
"I was just passing by! Just passing by!" Lee Jae-hoon explained hurriedly, almost tripping over his camera strap.
He Zilin gently helped him up and asked, "Mr. Li, are you also interested in traditional music?"
"Ah! This is Master Jin, a national-level inheritor!" Lee Jae-hoon seized the topic as if he was looking for a savior, "I just interviewed him last week!"
The old master nodded with a smile, and suddenly hit Li Jae-hoon's head with a drumstick: "You little bastard, are you here to poach people again?"
The tourists watching laughed. Ouyang Guang tried to escape, but the master stopped him: "Don't go, I haven't taught you the three-string six-note technique yet!"
The situation then became out of control. Chen Zheng grabbed a gong and started beating it, He Ziqi imitated the traditional dance, and even He Zilin took off his glasses and tried the gayageum. Only Ouyang Guang still held on to his drum, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised under the brim of his hat.
"A Guang! Smile!" Chen Zheng suddenly raised his cell phone.
"Deleted." Ouyang Guang didn't even raise his head, and didn't mess up the rhythm of his hands at all.
As the sun sets, the master reluctantly bids them farewell: "Young people, would you consider majoring in traditional music?"
Lee Jae-hoon immediately took out his business card: "Our company also has traditional music..."
"Come on." Ouyangguang put his hat back on his head and walked towards the exit without looking back.
He Zilin's gentle voice came from behind: "Mr. Li, tonight's concert..."
"Don't worry, I've booked a flight with you. I'll be there on time. There won't be any problems!" Li Jae-hoon's voice trembled with excitement.
At the corner, Ouyang Guang's footsteps paused imperceptibly. Chen Zheng's green hair looked like a burning flame in the sunset, and he was gesticulating something with his hands. He Ziqi smiled mischievously and hooked his brother's shoulder, while He Zilin...the He Zilin who always smiled gently, turned around and gave Li Zaixun an "OK" gesture.
Under the brim of his hat, Ouyang Guang made a soft "tsk" sound. Without anyone noticing, his hands, hidden in his pockets, were unconsciously tapping along to the drum beats in his memory.
As the sun sets, the aroma of rice cakes wafts through the folk village. Ouyang thinks of his teacher's words, and a small flame in a corner of his heart seems to be ignited. Maybe, just this once, be brave for your dream?
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