"This young classmate, you are only fifteen or sixteen years old this year. Who did you learn your flute? It's not easy to be able to play like this!" Chen Jintao didn't care that Song Wan'er asked him to come. Anyway, Miss Song admitted just now that she was not as good as this young man, so he didn't need to be this evil man anymore.

At this moment, he became very interested in this young man. He was able to play "Xi Huaxi Expression" like this with a cheap flute. Why hasn't he ever heard of such a person in Changle for so many years? At this level, there is no reason not to attend the Changle Spring Concert. As long as he goes, with such a flute level, he will definitely have an impression of him.

"Director Chen has been awarded too much. My master's surname is Luo." Chu Yang looked at Chen Jintao and noticed him, smiled slightly, and said politely.

"Oh? The surname is Luo?" Chen Jintao said in confusion, and at the same time, he quickly passed through the Chinese flute master in his mind, but he didn't remember which one had the surname Luo.

Is he a master who never comes out of the world? It’s not surprising that there are such people in China. However, it’s really not easy to teach such students.

"I don't know where Teacher Luo lives now? If it's convenient, I want to visit me." Chen Jintao asked politely.

"This~~ I don't know where she is now." When Chu Yang said this, his heart ached slightly. It has been almost half a month since he arrived on Earth. During this half month, he has been trying every day to find out about Luo Qing's news. On Uncle Geng's computer, Chu Yang searched Luo Qing's name over and over again. He has gone to search for it more than once near the hospital where he woke up, but there is no news at all.

He didn't know if his master Luo Qing was still alive, but as long as he couldn't see her body for a day, Chu Yang would not give up for it for a day. Even if he turned this place called the earth into the sky, Chu Yang would still find her whereabouts!

What Chu Yang is most afraid of now is that Luo Qing did not come to this place with him. As a monk, he naturally knew the terrible part of the space crack. He was lucky enough to survive. It can be said that the luck is too great. Not only did he happen to come to such a suitable planet for survival, but he also encountered a suitable body. Master, can she be as lucky as herself?

Chu Yang didn't dare to think. He just wanted to become stronger as soon as possible. Without strength, everything was just a fantasy. Not to mention looking for Luo Qing, even himself, he needed to act in the eyes of others!

"Oh? That's a pity." Hearing Chu Yang's answer, Chen Jintao sighed and asked tactfully. He knew that some artists with great skills often had some strange tempers, such as not liking to disturb strangers, which was simply too many. The young man obviously didn't want to say it, so he naturally wouldn't continue asking.

At this moment, Chu Yang was a little busy.

He just finished playing a song, and there were probably dozens of people around the store. Although Chu Yang stopped playing and some people had dispersed, some people were still staying in the store, either asking Chu Yang about playing the flute or choosing various musical instruments in his store.

Most of the people who stayed behind knew some musical instruments. Under the influence of a song by Chu Yang just now, they actually bought more than ten flutes and a erhu. Chu Yang had been in the store for so long, but it was the first day that he sold so many musical instruments.

Chu Yang counted roughly and said that in more than an hour, he sold more than 1,800 yuan himself. This result was almost up to the turnover of the previous half month.

However, this little money is far worse than my mother Yang Ru's illness.

Chu Yang looked a little sad when he thought of this.

The people in the store gradually dispersed, and even Chen Jintao left. Before leaving, Chen Jintao left a business card for Chu Yang and gave him time to go to the Cultural Center to find him, where there was a semi-official Changle Art School. Chen Jintao asked Chu Yang if he was interested in being a flute teacher. Chu Yang accepted the business card, but did not agree. He was not interested in teaching ordinary people with ordinary qualifications. His time and energy were very precious, and many things were waiting for him to do.

After finally sending everyone away, Chu Yang realized that a yellow figure was still sitting there on the chair in the corner, but who wasn't Song Wan'er?

"Why aren't you leaving yet? Is there anything wrong?" Chu Yang looked at her and asked strangely.

"You are so weird. When you open the door to do business, how can you drive customers out?" Song Wan'er looked at Chu Yang, and a smile rose on her face.

When Chu Yang saw Song Wan'er suddenly laughing at her, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. When the girl was furious and sarcastic, Chu Yang thought she was normal. She smiled at her, and Chu Yang really felt that it was a bit weird.

"Well, I don't mean that, but, is there anything you have to do?" Chu Yang paused and asked.

"Can't you stay here with you if you're fine?" Song Wan'er raised her beautiful little face and looked at Chu Yang, with a naughty expression on her face.

"That, no, then~~ Then you stay." Chu Yang was speechless by Song Wan'er's words. Master Luo Qing once told him that it is impossible to reason for a woman to be unreasonable. The girl in front of her was a little unreasonable at this moment. Chu Yang felt that she could not talk to her anymore, otherwise she would have to be forced to the corner of the wall. You must know that being clever and eloquent is not Chu Yang's specialty.

"Puchi~~" Looking at Chu Yang's helpless look on his face, Song Wan'er suddenly couldn't help laughing.

This smile was as if a hundred flowers were just blooming, and the already beautiful little face showed an unspeakable charm!

However, at this moment, Chu Yang was looking down at the book "Basic Flute Tutorial" in his hand. He didn't see this beautiful smile picture.

"Hey, I want to buy a flute!" Song Wan'er suddenly said to him when she saw Chu Yang ignore him.

"Oh, there is one in the corner, and the counter is the same. You can choose whatever you want." Chu Yang didn't raise his head, pointed to the counter, signaling Song Wan'er to be at will.

"Who said I wanted to buy these flutes? I wanted to buy the one last time. Do you still have it?" Song Wan'er asked with some anger.

"It's gone!" Chu Yang's answer was very straightforward!

"You are lying, obviously there are some." Song Wan'er immediately snatched the snatch from Chu Yang when she heard that it was gone.

"Why am I lying?" Chu Yang raised his head and looked at Song Wan'er and asked strangely.

"You must have the same flute as last time! When we were in the competition just now, you said that if you lose, I will give me a better than that flute. Did you still say?" Song Wan'er looked at Chu Yang and asked relentlessly.

Chu Yang touched his nose and said in his heart that he had forgotten about this.

The words were already said, but the other party caught the handle. Chu Yang was embarrassed to say nothing more. Looking at Song Wan'er, Chu Yang said, "There is a flute, but it can't be sold. I'm sorry, if you beat me, I will definitely give you one."

Having said that, Chu Yang simply made it clear. The three "flute rhymes" he made were naturally not that they could not be sold, but they could not be sold to Song Wan'er. First, his flute rhymes didn't want to be sold so casually, otherwise he would be sorry for its value, but Chu Yang had not yet decided how much it sold. Second, the best flutes also have arrogance. Although Chu Yang made them for money, not everyone could buy them with money. If a person who doesn't understand flutes, just to buy them back and serve as a storefront, Chu Yang would rather not sell them! Song Wan'er's level is pretty good at playing with amateur, but when it comes to using his flute rhymes, it is still a bit insignificant. Chu Yang doesn't want his three flute rhymes, with swords covered with dust and pearls.

"You are so interesting. Isn't it just for selling flutes? Since everyone sells them, why can't I buy them? Are you afraid that I can't afford to pay?" Song Wan'er asked pressingly at Chu Yang step by step.

"Don't worry anymore. I said I couldn't sell it to you, but I couldn't sell it to you." Chu Yang simply said to death.

"Give me a reason. As long as I am convinced, I will give up not to buy your flute." Song Wan'er asked with a burning look at Chu Yang.

"I really want me to tell you?" Chu Yang raised his eyebrows and asked at Song Wan'er.

"It must be said, otherwise I won't leave today!" Song Wan'er glared at Chu Yang and said without showing any weakness.

"Your current level is not worthy of flute rhyme. If you give it to you, you will only bury them!" Chu Yang said to Song Wan'er indifferently.

"You!" When Song Wan'er heard Chu Yang's words, she was so angry that she didn't know what to say. There are still such people? Don't he know that it hurts people to speak like this?

Yes, Song Wan'er admitted that her level was not as good as Chu Yang, not only was she inferior, but she was even a big shortcoming.

But, brother, don’t be so straightforward!

"You really have something to say." Song Wan'er looked at Chu Yang and sneered.

"You have to say what I said." Chu Yang looked indifferent. He knew that Song Wan'er's identity was not simple. Judging from her clothes, she thought of her previous actions of spending thousands of dollars to buy her flute, which made Chu Yang think of her. However, Chu Yang didn't care. He had nothing to do with this girl. No matter how big she came from, Chu Yang would not be accustomed to her.

Besides, no matter how powerful the power is, it is just the power of mortals. Chu Yang, a monk, would not have taken the power of mortals into his eyes. Although his cultivation level has been slow to recover, there will always be a day to recover. At that time, these mortal forces will be just a joke in his eyes.

"Okay! Even if you don't sell it, it's okay to let me see it. I want to see what the flute that I, Song Wan'er, looks like? Don't say you don't want to see it. That's true, I will stay here and leave today!" Song Wan'er looked at Chu Yang, looking like she would never give up until she achieved her goal.

"No problem, but I agreed, I can only watch it, not blow it." Chu Yang also had a headache when he saw this girl being entangled. Since she just said she could take a look, Chu Yang would naturally not refuse again, which was too unreasonable.

"Okay!" Song Wan'er's answer was very straightforward this time.

Chu Yang turned around, took off three paper boxes from the shelf behind him, and placed them on the counter.
Chapter completed!