In the middle of winter, everything is silent, Changle City is in a quiet darkness, and people are sleeping soundly in the dark and sweet sleep.

In the crack of a shop on the old street, a light yellow halo faintly appeared, indicating that the owner of the shop was not asleep yet.

Relying on the coal ball stove and with the dim 40W light bulb, Chu Yang was carving a flute in his hand intently. On the ground under his feet, a layer of fine bamboo chips were evenly spread, and on the ground not far away, several cut-off bamboo materials were placed scattered.

On the counter in front of him, two finished bamboo flutes were quietly placed. The flute was dark all over, and the varnish that had just been brushed reflected a soft light under the light. There was no signed inscription on the flute, but only the two grass characters of dragons and phoenixes dancing - bamboo rhyme!

These two flutes are a C tune and a F tune bang dial. However, in Chu Yang's hand, this one looks much larger than the other two.

This is a double bass-high A-tuning flute. Generally speaking, such flute is not easy to play because the player requires greater lung capacity and stronger breath control.

The reason why I wanted to make such a flute was because the last bamboo material was thick and solid overall. Chu Yang thought about it for a while before he decided to make such a flute.

This flute took him three hours. The bass flute was much more troublesome than the ordinary flute.

It took me a long time until the sky in the east was a little white, and Chu Yang completed the work.

Looking at the three flutes lying quietly on the counter, a look of satisfaction appeared in Chu Yang's eyes.

This is the first time he has made a musical instrument in a complete sense since he came to this world, and he made three pieces at a time. When making a flute, his understanding of music became deeper. After all, for him, the flute is a brand new musical instrument. Making a brand new instrument is itself a kind of training in understanding one's own music.

Chu Yang did not try to play these three flutes. One was a continuous work for one night, which made him seriously overdraw his spirit and physical strength. Now he just wanted to fall asleep. Second, it was only around four o'clock in the morning. At this time, playing the flute, no matter how melodious and beautiful you played, it would only bring in a lot of scolding. It is really immoral to interrupt others' lazy sleep in winter.

After packing the three flutes in three paper boxes and putting them on the shelf, Chu raised his body and stretched his body wide, turned around and walked towards the bed behind the counter. Then he fell to the bed, and his head was dipped on the pillow, and he immediately fell into a deep dream.

In the dream, Chu Yang vaguely saw his master Luo Qing. Her face was as pity and doting as ever. She stretched out her hand to gently stroke her hair, as if she was saying something to her, but Chu Yang found that she could not hear her voice.

Chu Yang was a little anxious and was about to try to get closer to her, but suddenly he found that she had fallen into a bottomless abyss. Chu Yang was shocked and quickly reached out to pull her, but he pulled her into nothing.

Chu Yang shouted, and suddenly woke up and realized that it was just a dream.

However, in the dream, Master Luo Qing's every frown and smile was still vivid in his mind. Chu Yang only felt a sense of sorrow in his heart, wishing he could know her whereabouts immediately.

"Tu tu tu!" A knock on the door sounded, interrupting Chu Yang's thoughts.

"Who! What knocks on the door early in the morning, and lets people sleep!" Chu Yang, who was disturbed, was very upset and shouted at the door.

A girl wearing a light yellow down jacket stood outside the door, knocking on the door while sucking the heat in her hands. Yesterday's weather forecast said that today's strong winds cooled down, and the air was cold at this moment, and several stalls of sewage on the ground had frozen into solid ice. In such weather, it was simply a pain outside.

Looking at the store door that was still closed, Song Wan'er felt a little annoyed. The uncle next to her said there was someone in the store, but she stood here and knocked on the door for a long time, and there was no movement inside. The store owner was too much, and she actually let her stand outside alone and freeze. Since childhood, no one dared to treat her like this!

I thought there was no movement inside, and the little girl was about to kick the door violently, but she didn't expect that before she could stretch out her feet, a lazy voice came from inside. When Song Wan'er heard it, she knew that it was the hateful guy who sold her flute that day. Listening to the impatient voice, the annoying face seemed to appear in front of Song Wan'er.

If it weren't for the magical flute last time, Song Wan'er wouldn't have come to this dilapidated shop again.

Speaking of which, the last time the flute really helped her a lot. Not only did it successfully attract Teacher Madi's attention, but it also made her successfully become a student of Teacher Madi. Of course, in order to show her feelings for Teacher Madi, Song Wan'er also gave the flute that looked like a treasure to Teacher Madi as a gift. Song Wan'er still remembers the surprise and satisfaction expression when Teacher Madi accepted the flute.

Song Wan'er's own flute is gone, so she naturally wants to buy a few more for her own use. However, when she thinks of dealing with that hateful guy again, Song Wan'er feels a little angry. Although the flute is a good flute, that guy is too good at taking advantage of the situation. One flute is 10,000 yuan, and he thinks that his flute is made of gold!

Song Wan'er didn't think about it. At that time, Chu Yang insisted on selling her 10,000 yuan. She forced her to buy it. But the little girl felt that she was wronged, but she automatically ignored all these details.

When Song Wan'er heard the voice of the guy from the store, she no longer cared about her image and shouted loudly.

"It's me, I'm going to buy something!" Song Wan'er shouted to the store.

"Who are you?" Chu Yang in the room said a little angrily as he heard this sentence without any end. However, even though he said this, he still stood up reluctantly and opened the store slowly. No matter what, he was buying things at home, and he was just thinking about making more money to treat his mother Yang Ru. The business he delivered to the door could not be pushed out.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Chu Yang reached out and opened the store door. As soon as he opened the door, a yellow figure rushed in with a cold wind.

"What's wrong with you guy? Why didn't you open the door yet? I've been freezing outside the door for a long time!" As soon as Song Wan'er entered the store, she complained to Chu Yang with shamelessness.

"The store is mine. I can open it whenever I want. What, do you have any objections?" Chu Yang was disturbed by his dream, but before he could say anything, he was scolded by others. He was so angry that he suddenly came up.

"You~~ You are a profiteer!" Song Wan'er was a little angry when she saw Chu Yang confronting her like this. She forgot that she was here to buy a flute. She glared at Chu Yang and shouted. She remembered the fact that she spent 10,000 yuan to buy a flute.

"Huh? It's you? Why are you here again?" Chu Yang also noticed her when the girl yelled, and then she realized that it was the girl who spent 10,000 yuan to buy the flute from her a few days ago. Seeing that it was her, Chu Yang's expression slowed down a little. No matter what, the girl's 10,000 yuan still solved his urgent need.

These days, Chu Yang also roughly understood the value of the currency in this world and had a general idea of ​​what is worth. Thinking of a flute he changed casually and actually bought the girl's 10,000 yuan, Chu Yang was a little embarrassed. Although after he changed it, the quality of the flute had been improved by several levels, it was fine after all, and it was suddenly sold to others at a price of hundreds of times. This was a bit unauthorized. But at that time, he had already made it clear and was unwilling to sell it to her, so he casually quoted a price of 10,000 yuan. As a result, the woman didn't even pay back the price, and she threw it to him with 10,000 yuan from her boyfriend. Can he blame him?

By the way, where is her little white-faced boyfriend with a greasy head and pink face? She stuck to her like a candy that day, why didn’t she come today?

Chu Yang looked at the girl, then looked outside the store, with a little confused face.

"You~~What are you looking at?" Song Wan'er was a little unnatural by Chu Yang's strange eyes, and couldn't help but glar at him and said.

"I'm looking for your boyfriend. He didn't come with you today?" Chu Yang looked at Song Wan'er and asked seriously.

"You~~What are you talking nonsense? What boyfriend? I'm not familiar with him at all, don't talk nonsense. Warn you!" Song Wan'er was suddenly a little angry when she heard Chu Yang misunderstood that she and Xie Liang were boyfriend and girlfriend. That guy was disgusting when he thought of it. This hateful guy actually dared to bring her and Xie Liang'an together. Even if he talked casually, it wouldn't work!

"Okay, I didn't say that, by the way, what are you doing?" Chu Yang asked with a headache when he looked at the beautiful girl who was angry and anxious at any time.

"What else can I do here? Buy a flute." Song Wan'er said angrily.

"Oh, buy flutes, okay, welcome, welcome, here, you are all here, choose whatever you want, tell me if you buy too much, buy more discounts." Chu Yang said, while carrying out a stack of flutes from the counter. He did not take out the three "bamboo rhymes" he made yesterday. Those flutes were prepared for a high price. Although he had not yet decided how to sell them, he would not take them out for others to see.

As for the girl who once bought his flute for 10,000 yuan, OK, Chu Yang admits that she may be very rich, but no matter how rich she is, she won’t always buy a flute worth 10,000 yuan per flute. Besides, if the three "bamboo rhymes" Chu Yang made this time are sold for only 10,000 yuan, he may not be willing to do so!

In this world, he is probably the only one who knows the value of these three flutes. Although they are not magic tools, the bamboo flute carefully made by a music monk has the function of automatically beautifying sounds and adjusting breaths. These alone are enough to increase the value of these three flutes!
Chapter completed!