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The weeping willows swayed slightly with the breeze, and the sun illuminates the car-free streets with a halo.

If there is a pair of young men in school uniforms sitting in this picture, there may be a little beauty of idol drama.

It's just that Uncle Erhu's clothes are a bit old, and the second aunt sitting next to her is still a little scorched.

Zhang Xiaojian's smile gradually disappeared, not because he looked down on the uncle who pulled the erhu, but the contrast was a bit big, he was digesting and accepting.

At this time, the sound of the violin sounded, and the handsome man closed his eyes in silence, his body rhythmic with the sound of the piano, and the tune was a bit sad, as if he was telling his current mood.

It's just that Zhang Xiaojian, whose ears have absolute pitch, frowned.

He was pretty sure that the handsome man was more professional than his violin, some of the out of tune and mistakes were a bit obvious, but... it doesn't matter, handsome is enough.

At the end of the song, the aunts felt like a group of little fans and immediately became warm.

The second aunt not far away tilted her head and said, "Why don't you also have a song?"

Uncle Erhu nodded, but he came together with a song "Li Song".

When this familiar tune sounded, there was a stronger sense of sadness, a tactful tone, like tears.

The erhu instrument is really suitable for this song. The uncle was originally highly skilled and had emotions in the tune, which attracted the attention of passers-by.

A girl who was running in the morning stopped, she had some tears, she didn't know what she was going through.

A group of children also looked over. They should have no worries about their youth, but now the children may all fall in love early...

Zhang Xiaojian was a little dazed...

He used to think that the handsome man and the erhu man are a popular star and the other is a dead star, but now he thinks that the handsome man is an idol group, and the erhu man is a powerful group.

At the same time, his eyes fell on the second aunt.

The second aunt did not look at the uncle whose head was pulling the erhu, but was looking at the sky, not knowing what she was looking at or thinking.

Zhang Xiaojian was stunned, the melody stopped, and a lot of applause broke out in the street.

The second aunt didn't applaud. I don't know if the tone is too sad and reminds her of something. She said a few words with the uncle Erhu, saying goodbye to walking away.

Zhang Xiaojian and Bai Yang hurriedly hid themselves, and saw the second aunt walking not far away from them, sitting in the Lamborghini driver's seat at the street corner and leaving.

"What's the situation?"

"Where do I know what is going on?"

Zhang Xiaojian didn't want to understand, but since the second aunt had already left, it happened to get to know this uncle.

So he walked over and saw that many people were giving money to the uncle.

It's just that the uncle doesn't seem to have the consciousness of a street artist. There is no basin or bowl in front of him. The Erhu backpack, which is the most suitable for collecting money, has not been opened and placed on the ground. Of course, there is no QR code.

"Go, who cares about your stinky money." The uncle waved his hand, picked up a rag, and wiped the already peeled erhu.

When Zhang Xiaojian and the two walked up, the group of people who were moved and wanted to give some money just scattered.

He and Bai Yang took a handful of horses and sat down.

The uncle didn't look at them, Zhang Xiaojian took the lead and said, "It's a good song."

The uncle then raised his eyes to look at Zhang Xiaojian: "Don't be silly."

"Yeah, my temper is not small."

The uncle saw that Zhang Xiaojian hadn't left, and still smiled, he couldn't help frowning, "We know?"

"My name is Zhang Xiaojian, I know each other now."

Uncle Yile: "I'm familiar with it, and understand music?"

Zhang Xiaojian: "I understand."

The uncle lowered his head and whispered BB: "I'm good, or should I play the dulcimer next door?"

Zhang Xiaojian gave a thumbs up: "Of course it's you, his idol squad. You just went out of tune and it was terrible. You have a strong skill."

Hearing this, the uncle laughed, but he quickly narrowed his smile and asked, "Idol, it's a good description... These old ladies don't understand, they are getting old and they only pay attention to appearance."

Zhang Xiaojian and Bai Yang looked at each other and laughed. Yo, is this a lemon?

...

...

When it comes to music, Master Erhu is no longer so full of personality.

Especially after making Zhang Xiaojian a flattering, the distance between the two instantly narrowed.

In the middle of the call, Bai Yang answered the phone, the car stopped a little in the way, and ran to move the car.

And Zhang Xiaojian learned that his uncle's surname was Li, and he called Uncle Li very kindly every time, and he almost didn't get the name of the family members of Uncle Li's household registration..

After Uncle Li opened the chatterbox, he turned to talkative, but he drank a bottle of mineral water just given by his aunt.

Zhang Xiaojian would come a lot, and immediately told me to buy you some water, so he got up and walked to the small shop at the corner of the street.

It took about ten minutes to go back and forth, and met Bai Yang who had finished moving the car midway. When the two came back, they saw the handsome man next door playing the violin again. Uncle Li's eyes again resented.

The two of them came back and did not wait to sit down. Uncle Li performed another song "Song of Li". The difference was that the second aunt did not sit next to him this time, and there were not so many passers-by around, and did not attract anyone's attention.

At the end of the song, Zhang Xiaojian applauded from the bottom of his heart: "The song is really good."

Uncle Li raised his eyes to look at Zhang Xiaojian: "Don't be silly."

"Huh?" Zhang Xiaojian thought he had seen this scene.

Uncle Li saw Zhang Xiaojian's face, he couldn't help frowning and said, "We know each other?"

Zhang Xiaojian's eyes widened: "I am Zhang Xiaojian."

Uncle Li waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, you know music?"

Zhang Xiaojian: "...understand."

Uncle Li lowered his head and whispered BB: "I'm good, or should I play the dulcimer next door?"

Zhang Xiaojian replied mechanically: "Of course it is you, his idol sect. The tune-out just now was horrible, and your skill sect has excellent skills.

Uncle Li laughed out the same folds as before, and quickly converged his smile and questioned again: "Idol school, it's a good description... This group of old ladies don't understand, they are getting old and they only pay attention to appearance."

Zhang Xiaojian and Bai Yang looked at each other, how come they even tasted exactly the same as the lemon?

Not...

What is going on here?

Just when he was wondering, a middle-aged man in ordinary sportswear and black-rimmed glasses came over not far away, with a plastic bag in his right hand, and hurriedly walked over.

He came to Uncle Li and said, "Dad, eat."

Uncle Li glanced at the black-rimmed glasses man in front of him, and said unceremoniously: "Who calls you Dad? My son is only six years old!"

The middle-aged man had a slightly embarrassed expression. He looked at the two young men sitting next to his father and smiled. He seemed to have become accustomed to it, and said: "My father has a bad memory, just laughed..."

Hearing this, Uncle Li frowned, looked at Zhang Xiaojian, then looked at Bai Yang and said, "You two are not very old. Who is so young and has such a big son?"

Zhang Xiaojian and Bai Yang: "..."

Although the middle-aged man was embarrassed, he put down the plastic bag, sighed helplessly, and took out a lunch box after opening it.

Uncle Li was taken aback when he saw the lunch box: "Why do you grandson have my lunch box?"

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