While teaching the craftsmen how to make porcelain in Zhuangzi, he was so bored that he thought of making an ocarina to play with.
It took many attempts before I finally succeeded in firing it.
Jiang Yiren immediately became interested: "Ocarina, this is the first time Auntie has seen such an instrument."
“I thought it was a Xun.”
Zhao Hao smiled and said, "Aunt, have some tea first and listen to me play a piece of music."
After wiping it carefully, Zhao Hao adjusted his breathing and state, and then began to play softly.
Track: The Moon Represents My Heart.
In the quiet night, the sound of the ocarina rang out, crisp and melodious, gentle and clear.
Like clear spring and mountain breeze.
Natural and ethereal.
Quiet and warm.
Almost in an instant, Jiang Yiren was deeply attracted by the wonderful flute sound.
When the song ended, Jiang Yiren's beautiful eyes fell straight on Zhao Hao, and she was actually distracted.
I don’t know how much time passed before I came out of my trance and took a deep breath.
"Hao'er, the sound of this ocarina is so beautiful, and your song is so beautiful."
"Can I let my aunt learn from you?"
Zhao Hao nodded immediately: "Of course, if Aunt likes it, I will write down the music score, and when I return to the farm, I will have someone send Aunt a new ocarina."
"I made quite a few over there."
“This is just one of them.”
Jiang Yiren said quickly: "Why bother so much? Hao'er, just leave this to your aunt."
Zhao Hao: “…”
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