Behind him, the young man who had the box thrust into his hand by Monk Yang had a look of resentment on his face.

Brother Yang, you are so attentive and ask us to do hard work, this is too much!

Then he saw Monk Yang mouthing something and pointing to the box.

They were confused for a few seconds, and then their eyes suddenly widened.

"Wow! This is a backpack aircraft!"

"Jun Yun Zhong is in my hands!"

"Wow, this pattern is really that of Yun Zhongjun! So beautiful!"

"Come on, let me take it!"

"I'll carry it!"

"You've been carrying it for several seconds, it's my turn!"

"Young people today are so naive and enthusiastic." Monk Yang shook his head.

What's there to argue about as a Yun Zhongjun? When I look at my brother wearing "He Bo", he looks handsome!

Tsk, I will wear it for you later...

Wait, my belly seems to be bigger again, I wonder if I can still wear it...

While several people were fighting to carry the box behind, Gu Xiaobai and others had already entered the small courtyard.

This is a typical old and run-down small community. The housing shortage in Shanghai has been world-famous decades ago.

The houses in these communities are not large, and the building area is not large.

Even the small open space between the two buildings is not large.

As soon as I walked into the community, I heard the sound of a suona.

"Huh?" Gu Xiaobai and Cao Baodong looked at each other.

This melody is very familiar. It was the extremely "noisy" suona that Cao Baodong used to replace the electric guitar in Gu Xiaobai's "Dream Back to the Tang Dynasty".

It's just that the person who plays the suona is not very skilled, and the tone control is completely inadequate, and the sound is wrong in several places.

Several people followed the sound and saw more than a dozen people surrounded by a big tree in the center of the open space.

A boy who was at most twelve or thirteen years old was standing in the center, playing the suona with all his strength.

He lacked strength and his face turned red from holding it in.

Next to him, a hale and hearty old man with all white hair said: "Breathe, pay attention to ventilation! Puff your cheeks, yes...this blowing method cannot be replaced by ordinary circulation, let alone your circulation."

I haven't even practiced breathing yet, so I need to add more breath to my cheeks..."

Next to him, an old man with gray hair said: "Uncle Wangshan, thank you! Apart from you, I really don't know who else can teach this child... This child, if he doesn't learn anything else, he must learn."

Blow this part!”

As he said that, he waved his hands angrily: "Just like your grandfather and I can't play the suona!"

"Grandpa, you are not happy or impatient at all when you play the suona." The boy put down the suona and retorted.

"Hey, your wings are hard! You dare to talk back? Have you thanked you, Grandpa Wangshan?"

"Hey, if I can help this child with a little effort, I, an old man, can use my spare energy." The old man known as Uncle Wangshan waved his hand, "I didn't expect that there are still people willing to learn this old-fashioned thing...

…”

"Thank you Grandpa Wangshan, you are so awesome, much better than my grandpa!" said the boy.

"What do you know? Your grandfather is an academic!" The gray-haired old man was very unhappy to be looked down upon by his grandson.

"Xiao Wang, just be content with yourselves! People nowadays think that the suona is crude, and there are not many people who are willing to play the suona. If your grandson is willing to play the suona, just enjoy it secretly. Xiaobao, I

The trick of playing tricks is the most tacky of all... You should learn more from your grandpa when you have time, his style is the right way."

"Grandpa Cao, you are wrong. There is nothing rustic about playing suona! Your playing skills are amazing! My classmate heard that I could play "Dream Back to the Tang Dynasty" and was so envious! He also said that he would let me play at the New Year's Day Gala

It’s time to go on stage to perform!”

"Oh? Really? Hahahahaha..." The old man thought the child was joking and said, "Xiaobao's mouth is so sweet!"

"No, what I said is true!" Xiaobao said seriously: "I said that my grandpa Wangshan can brag like this, and he brags better than brother Dadongzi, but they don't believe it! They say I'm bragging! I

You must go back and slap them in the face!"

"Oh! Xiaobao, you can't fight with your classmates!" Uncle Wangshan said seriously, "If you fight with others, I won't teach you."

"No...this is a slap in the face..." Xiaobao didn't know how to explain it to the old man for a moment, and was so anxious that he scratched his head and ears.

Next to him, Cao Baodong was stunned the moment he saw the old man.

At this moment, seeing Uncle Wangshan teaching Xiaobao, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Xiaobao explained for a long time and finally explained the meaning of "slap in the face" to the old man. Then he suddenly asked: "Grandpa Wangshan, your surname is Cao, and Dadongzi's brother is also surnamed Cao!"

"Is your surname also Cao?"

"yes……"

The old man seemed to have recalled something, and was a little uninterested. He waved his hand and said: "Okay, I have taught you everything I need to teach you. Xiaobao, you can go back and practice. At this time tomorrow, come and play for me."

.”

"Thank you, Grandpa Wangshan!" Xiaobao bowed to the old man, turned around and ran away.

"Slow down, slow down... Ouch, you little bastard!" The old man surnamed Wang shouted a few words from behind, and hurriedly chased after him. After walking a few steps, he turned to Uncle Wangshan and said, "Uncle Wangshan, what's the weather outside?"

It's cold, you should go back early... Well, Xiaobao can't speak, don't be angry..."

In fact, most of the elderly people in the small courtyard know that they have a past that they don't want to look back on.

"Okay, I'll sit down for a while." The old man waved his hands, but his mood was still low.

He sighed and turned around, only to find several people standing behind him.

Beside, there were already onlookers pointing and pointing.

Gu Xiaobai, who is tall and has long legs, cannot block his own light even if he wears a hat, sunglasses and a mask.

It's basically been recognized now.

The old man stayed on Gu Xiaobai's face for a moment, and then his eyes fell on Cao Baodong, who had tears in his eyes.

"Child, are you...something wrong?"

"Uncle..." Cao Baodong's voice was a little trembling.

The old man showed a puzzled look.

Cao Baodong wanted to say something, but he was not good at words. With an idea, he turned around and took the suona from his back and held it in his hand.

The next second, the shrill sound of the suona resounded through the sky.

Gu Xiaobai has never heard of this piece of music, but I can tell that it is an excellent suona piece.

The moment the suona sounded, the old man's expression changed.

In the distance, Xiaobao, who was running away suddenly, turned back and almost fell down.

No one knows that the old man has actually gone back.

One night, Cao Cangshan returned to Caojia Village, but was rejected.

His father, who was seriously ill, and his brother refused to see him.

Even if it's only separated by a door.

He knelt outside the door all night.

At dawn the next day, he left Caojia Village. Before leaving, Cao Cangshan played a tune, changed his name from then on, and never went back.
Chapter completed!