In Caojia Village, in the old house with the "Qingshan Suona School" hanging, the old man Cao Cangshan held a basin of water and a rag, pushed open the wooden door of the corner cottage and looked into the corner.

A big box stayed there quietly.

The moment he saw this box, the old man showed a smile of remembrance.

After so many years, I'm still here.

He sat down in front of the big box, wiped off the floating soil on it first, and slowly wiped the box clean.

It's like doing something important.

Then he opened the box and saw many suona wrapped in silk cloth.

"I didn't expect to see you again, old man."

The old man carefully picked out a suona and whispered.

These days, the old man has been tired and happy.

Although it is the fallen leaves returning to their roots, it is also the wanderer returning home. Things change and sadness is inevitable.

Fortunately, the family who came back with him diluted this sadness well.

It was too late, and the grandson and his wife who came back with him had already taken their great-grandson back to the hotel in the city. They were used to living in the Demon City. Not to mention great-grandson, even grandsons who were already thirty years old were not used to such rural areas.

He himself was not very used to it. After all, he was already eighty years old and lived in the city for so many years. When he returned to the countryside where he lived decades ago, he felt it was inconvenient everywhere.

Only the eldest son who came back together was like a fish in water, and the eldest son, who was 60 years old, was an intellectual in the city all his life and was actually very curious about this kind of rural life.

In just one or two days, I had already had a passionate fight with many brothers in the tribe. I followed the brothers in these tribes with a small stool every day, feeling like an old naughty boy.

At this time, it was already evening, and netizens from all over the world watching the fun were still noisy, with various live broadcasts and check-in.

Those who came to become disciples with their reputation have been taken to other places for testing by the real person in charge of the "Qingshan Suona School".

In fact, hanging the name "Qingshan Suona School" in this courtyard is more of a sentiment.

Cao Wangshan's son has already started looking for a place and plans to build a villa for the old man in the village so that the old man can return to his roots comfortably.

After all, I have lived in a city like the Magic City for a lifetime, and if I have a good house, I will have a net worth of tens of millions of dollars. If I live in a place like Caojiazhuang, I will live whatever I want.

However, a brand of "Qingshan Suona School" has also turned the current Caojia Village into an internet celebrity attraction.

The old man was wiping the suona when suddenly the sound of the suona sounded in his ears and bursts of cheers.

After listening for a while, the old man shook his head and continued to wipe the box.

Although I knew that Qingshan Suona School had other selection methods, there were still young musicians who came to his door and wanted him, the legendary suona master, to give me some advice.

Outside the door, someone will perform like this every hour or two.

Unfortunately, most of them have very average skills, and most of them cannot impress him, but they make the villagers in the village and netizens who are checking in and are overjoyed.

Just listening to the sound of the suona, the old man felt a little itchy.

He wiped a suona in his hand, raised it with both hands and put it on his lips.

“Wow → Li ↗”

The sound of the suona came out, but after a few blows, I put down the suona in my hand.

After all, I am over 80 years old and my energy is seriously insufficient.

As the saying goes, "Playing with fullness and hunger" is a very strong job.

And he has been playing the suona for almost ten years.

"Oh," the old man sighed, holding the suona in his hand, and watching silently.

"Old guy, old guy...you're still the same, but I'm already so old..."

The sword is still cold, but the swordsman is old, which is probably the saddest thing in the world.

After saying this, the old man recalled his father who died of illness. He did not forgive his younger brother at the end of his life, and felt even more melancholy.

He put the clean suona in his hand back into the box, turned around and walked towards the bedroom.

His figure was bleak and his steps seemed particularly heavy.

After returning to the bedroom, I sat silently for a while, the noise outside slowly dissipated. It was late at night, and even the tireless netizens finally dissipated.

After a while, the eldest son who was going out for a walk also came back. He called out outside the door and heard that the old man had already fallen asleep and went back to sleep.

Then, the whole countryside became quiet.

But the old man was not sleepy at all.

I have something in my heart that I feel so thumping and turning.

I don’t know how long it took, but the old man suddenly heard a faint sound of music.

"Where did the music come from this late at night?" The old man was stunned, then looked at the source of the music, but found that it was actually sent by his mobile phone.

strangeness……

The old man reached out and wanted to get his cell phone, but before he could reach out, he was already surrounded by a heavy sleepiness and fell asleep.

In front of my eyes, a light flashed.

When I opened my eyes again, there was a pear blossom in front of me and the fragrance of flowers was swaying.

In the pear garden, an ugly boy was playing the suona under the pear tree.

A song "Release the Sedan chair" made the boy shake his head.

Seeing this young man, Cao Wangshan stopped, listened carefully, nodded sometimes, and frowned sometimes.

When the young man's song ended, Cao Wangshan nodded and said, "Da Dongzi, you played this song "Carrying the Sedan chair" well, but you used a little too much force. In the latter part, you have to play it more vigorously. By the way, have you seen someone who picked up the bride and got the sedan chair before?"

"Crash the sedan chair? How could I see it!" Cao Baodong looked confused. I'm so fucking. I haven't even seen anyone else carrying a sedan chair!

After Cao Baodong finished answering, he raised his head and looked at Cao Wangshan and said, "Who are you?"

"Da Dongzi, you don't even know your uncle?" Cao Wangshan slapped him out, but fell down and gently rubbed Cao Baodong's head.

"Master? Hey?Master, why have you become so young?" Cao Baodong suddenly widened his eyes, and then he scratched his head hard: "Hey, I almost forgot, I'm dreaming!"

Becoming younger? Dreaming?

When Cao Wangshan was stunned when he heard Cao Baodong say this, he immediately raised his hands.

They were a pair of smooth and powerful hands, completely different from his current loose skin and tormented by arthritis.

I reached out and touched my face, but there seemed to be no trace of wrinkles on my face.

Huh...I'm younger?

I've become younger?

Cao Wangshan reached out and touched it, and a suona hung around his waist. He picked up the suona, raised his hand, and inhaled. The loud and loud sound of the suona resounded throughout the pear garden, attracting countless people to turn their heads and look over.

"Hey!" After blew this, Cao Wangshan almost got drunk.

I can play the suona again!

I can finally play the suona again! Mi He Mi

"Da Dongzi, my master will play "Picking the Seal" for you, listen carefully! I will listen to you how to get the sedan chair!"

The suona of Cao Wangshan can make the bride cry, making the sedan chair bearer want to fly up and down.

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