Galactic Garbage Station

At noon, several luxury cars parked in front of a luxury villa in downtown Zhongyun.

Bodyguards, Wang Siya, Wang Zhuo, Tall Dawei middle-aged and tall elderly, get out of the car one after the other. Among the tall elderly, Wang Siya helped him get out of the car, and he didn't have to guess and know that he was Wang Xuan Machine, the old Crown Prince.

Although Su Zheng promised to play the piano for Old Master Wang, if he went to Beijing, it would take more than a day to get back. Su Zheng could not go until the building had been renovated. Otherwise, the garbage could fall on this day, which could cause a lot of problems.

After discussing with Wang Zhuo and Wang Siya, it was finally decided to send their father to Zhongyun City to stay at Wang Zhuo's villa for a while so that Su Zhuo could play for him once a day, but only for two hours back and forth anyway.

“Zhuo, where's Mr. Su?” Kui Wu asked in middle-aged age.

“I called him and he'll be right over.” Wang Zhuo said.

“Why don't I pick him up?” Kui Wu middle-aged man said.

“Xiao was not such a comparator, he said that he had driven himself here, so he did not have to pick it up.” Wang Zhuo smiled.

“I hope that Mr. Su's voice is truly amazing. Otherwise, he will fly and ride again. He will travel long distances, which will not do him any good.” A middle-aged doctor with a checkout box was somewhat dissatisfied, and when he first heard that he lived in Zhongyun City for a song, he objected. Some of the songs may have some effect on sleep, but ultimately they are no better than medical treatment, and he traveled long distances to hear the song.

“Dr. Liu, I am not old enough to walk, and occasionally I walk unhindered. Besides, it might be worth the trip.” Wang Xuan Machine smiled off. Yesterday he was surprised to hear that the player of Peiyuan Jingxin was a young man. Later, he heard that the young man had cooperated with his son and daughter, and heard about the various abilities of Su Yan's various industries, so he developed a strong curiosity about the young man. Even if you don't listen to the piano, you want to see it.

“If you come, let it go.” The middle-aged doctor was helpless.

“The young man's ancient qin is truly highly unpredictable, and Peiyuan's tranquillity is even more divine, but I also have some doubts about the treatment of insomnia.” An old man in a robe said that he was actually Qin Ru, an ancient qin player.

“Oh, I'll see you later.” Wang Xuan Machine laughed. He knew Qin Ju a long time ago. He was an old friend. He had been invited to play Peiyuan Jingxing song before. Unfortunately, even Qin Ju came to play it, he could not achieve that kind of divine rhyme and had no hypnotic effect. For Qin Ju, besides admiration, I think he is still a little unwilling.

Shortly afterwards, Su Zhuo drove in. As soon as he stopped, Wang Zhuo and Kuiwu came out to greet him in middle-aged. Seeing Su Zheng, Qiu Middle-aged couldn't help but take a look, and then flashed a little admiration. As a soldier, he saw Su Zheng's bottom was excellent at a glance.

“Brother Zhuo, I'm sorry I'm late, there's some traffic.” Su Xin said.

“Anyway, we didn't get off much longer.” Wang Zhuo smiled, pointing to Kui Wu's middle-aged introduction, “this is my big brother Wang Ding. ”

“Brother Wang, hello.” Su Zheng was polite.

“Hello, since Zhuo calls you Xiao Zhuo, why don't I call you Xiao?” Kui Wu said Wang Ding, a middle-aged man.

“Absolutely.” Su Xiao nodded and smiled.

“Go inside, please.” Wang Ding greeted him. Su Zhuo carried the ancient qin on his back. The three of them entered the hall together and saw Wang Siya and Wang Xuan Qi included. Yesterday Su Zhuo knew Wang Siya was Wang Zhuo's sister, so he was surprised and surprised.

“Young man, you are Su Xiao.” Wang Xuanji quickly measured Su Zheng's glance.

“Yes, Old Master Wang.” Su Xiao nodded.

“Hello, have a seat.” Wang Xuanji's smile appeared somewhat benevolent.

Su Zheng also sat down politely. He put the ancient qin on the table with his hand. No one else cared much about it. Qin Ru swept a glance, but his pupils suddenly shrunk and shouted out in surprise: “Jin Yue. ”

The Wang family were all stunned. I don't understand why Qin Ru was suddenly so excited.

“Does this old gentleman know Jin Moon?” Su Zheng laughed. This ancient qin, the ancient moon, is called the Jin Moon. After listening to Su Qian play that day, Ancient Moon offered to give the ancient qin to Su Qian. He said that the qin could not be truly buried in Su Qian's hands. Su Qian heard that the ancient qin had a great future and refused to accept anything. However, Ancient Moon's attitude was resolute. In the end, Su Qian could only honor his orders.

“Of course I know, but isn't it in Ancient Moon's hands? Why do you have it?” Qin Ru was surprised.

“The ancient teacher gave it to me?” Su Xin said.

“How is this possible?” Qin Ru was even more surprised.

“What, what's the point of this violin?” Wang Xuanji asked.

“It's a big deal. It's one of Mr. Murong's three things.” Qin Jul said, this allows Wang Xuan Qi and Wang Siya to breathe a breath of cool air. As long as they understand the ancient qin world, they will know that Mr. Murong is not only a superior artist, but also a master in the production of ancient qin. None of the ancient qin he made is a rare product, three of which are proud of, but also Qibao of the ancient qin world. Qin Confucius exclaimed, “It seems that the boy from Ancient Moon has also been persuaded by you, otherwise it is impossible to give you Jin Moon. ”

“The ancient teacher loved it.” Su Huanqian said.

“Can you play a song now?” Qin Ru's eyes slightly shined.

“Yes, but this first song, I want to play for Old Master Wang, so why don't you ask Old Master Wang to lie in bed?” Su Xiao said.

“Can't you sit here and listen?” Old Master Wang doubted.

“If I listen to this song, I will definitely fall asleep. Don't Old Master Wang want to lie comfortable?” Su Xiao laughed.

“Boy, you're talking too much.” Qin Ru and Dr. Liu both frowned. Some soothing music does help sleep, but for people with severe insomnia, it is difficult to be effective. If it can occasionally help them sleep, it is possible, but if you listen to it, you must fall asleep, which is absolutely bullshit.

Not only Qin Ju and Dr. Liu, but even Wang Zhuo and Wang Siya had some thoughts about reminding Su Xiao. Is it a little too much to say?

“I'm not a big deal.” Su Zheng is confident.

“Oh, boy, I'd like to see if I'm really that godly. Chewie, what's my room?” Wang Xuan Machine was very interested. He felt that Su Zheng did not sound like a big story, but like he had absolute confidence.

“Dad, this one.” Wang Zhuo said, leading Wang Xuanqi to a spacious room next door in Xiangyang, and Su Zhuo and others followed him.

“It's irrelevant. Let's go out.” Su Qian said.

“We'll listen beside you, and we won't bother you.” Qin Ru refused to leave.

“Whatever.” Su Zheng shrugged his shoulders and placed the ancient qin "Jin Moon” on the table. He sat down and put his hands on it gently. The sound of the qin sounded, but it was surprising that it was obviously not Pei Yuan Jing, but another song.