The next morning, just as Chu Yang opened the store, Song Wan'er's red golf stopped by the roadside.

"Oh, Yangzi, your little girlfriend is here again." Uncle Geng, who was sitting and chatting with him in Chu Yang's store, joked.

"Uncle Geng, don't talk nonsense, this is my student." Chu Yang explained helplessly. Uncle Geng is good at everything, but he just likes gossip too much.

"Haha, how old are you? Are you going to accept students? Are you cheating?" Uncle Geng laughed and after saying that, he got up and walked outside without waiting for Chu Yang to explain. He also said as he walked, "I won't bother you, you can chat slowly."

Chu Yang looked at Uncle Geng's figure walking out of the door, shook his head speechlessly, looked at Song Wan'er who was walking into the door, and greeted her.

"Come."

"Well, good morning teacher, hehe, when will we start class?" Song Wan'er walked into the store with brisk steps and asked at Chu Yang.

"It's fine now, it's nothing anyway." Chu Yang said, pointing to the large red plastic bucket in the corner, and said, "Go and pick one by yourself."

"Teacher, I almost forgot how much does it cost for a class?" Song Wan'er looked at Chu Yang with a cute expression on her face.

"Tuimonials? I haven't thought about it before. Please give it to me." Chu Yang frowned and thought for a while. He accepted Song Wan'er as his disciple, purely because he was attracted to her qualifications. In addition, this girl's character is pretty good, so he wanted to give her some advice. As for tuition, Chu Yang really didn't care too much. He, Chu Yang, was a golden elixir music practitioner, and he really wanted to point out the musical methods of mortals. How could a mere money measure it?

"Haha, Teacher Chu, you are so interesting. How can you ask the students to set the tuition fee for yourself? What if I told you to teach for free?" Song Wan'er looked at Chu Yang and teased.

Looking at Chu Yang's speechless look, Song Wan'er smiled even happier. After laughing, she held her waist and said, "Hehe, Teacher Chu, you are so cute, okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. Teacher Madi and I can learn flutes for 500 yuan per class, but I think you are not bad than Master Madi, but you are a little less famous. In this way, I will suffer a little, and it's better for you to have 501 classes. How about it?" After laughing, Song Wan'er looked at Chu Yang and said seriously.

"Madi? It's the one you said last time, who is very good at playing the flute? When will you go to see him again? You can take me to see him." Chu Yang suddenly became a little moved when he heard Song Wan'er mention Madi again. He had not really seen the powerful musicians in this world, and wanted to see what level they were.

"Ah? You want to see Teacher Ma, okay. Next time I go to his place to class, ask him to see when he has time, or you might as well go with me. Teacher Ma is easy to talk to." When Song Wan'er mentioned Madi, her expression was full of admiration.

"Okay, next time you go, call me together." Chu Yang said, pointing to the red plastic bucket in the corner, and said to Song Wan'er: "Okay, go and pick the flute, let's start now."

"Ah? Teacher, you really want me to use these flutes." Song Wan'er said with a bitter face and looked at Chu Yang.

"If you want to learn from me, just follow my rules." Chu Yang ignored Song Wan'er's spoiled behavior.

"Oh, okay, okay." Song Wan'er walked to the corner reluctantly, picked out one of the flutes from a pile of flutes, turned around and walked back.

"You can play it casually, it doesn't have to be too difficult. Choose the one you are most familiar with." Chu Yang said directly when he saw that Song Wan'er had chosen the flute.

"The most familiar one?" Song Wan'er thought for a while, then got up and started blowing.

A cheerful and enthusiastic tremolo sounded, but it was the well-known song "Raise the Whip and urge the Horse to transport grain".

After blew for a short while, Chu Yang frowned and called out.

"What's wrong?" Song Wan'er stopped playing, looked at Chu Yang with her head tilted, showing a puzzled expression. She has been playing this song for several years and has been guided by a famous teacher. It can be said that every detail is perfect. Although the flute in her hand is not very good, she just played it but asked herself no problem. She didn't know why Chu Yang asked her to stop after playing for a while.

"Do you know where your problem is?" Chu Yang looked at Song Wan'er and asked with a frown.

"The problem? I don't know. I think I played it well just now. This flute is so bad and the sound is not very accurate." Song Wan'er said at the flute in her hand with some dissatisfaction.

"Have wait." Chu Yang said, turned around and stood up, walked to the corner, picked up an A-tuned bangdi, adjusted the flute film, and said to Song Wan'er: "Please pay attention."

Holding the flute, exhale, and as his fingers trembled quickly, a joyful tremolo suddenly filled this small musical instrument shop!

Compared to Song Wan'er's performance just now, Chu Yang's "Raise the Whip and urges the Horse to transport grain" is obviously much more beautiful. Even the sound of the flute sounds has a moving luster. It is not as good as a cheap flute for fifteen yuan? Even if it is professionally played by those masters, it is not inferior.

"Ah? Chu Yang, you wouldn't deliberately mix the flute you made into the bucket, right? Why is your voice so nice?" As soon as Chu Yang's flute stopped, Song Wan'er shouted incredible. In desperation, even the "teacher" forgot to call, and directly called Chu Yang's name.

When Chu Yang heard Song Wan'er calling her name, he frowned and looked unhappy. Although he was about the same age as Song Wan'er, on the Five Continents, the dignity of the master is highly valued. He is now Song Wan'er's teacher, and it is disrespectful to call the teacher's name by the students!

However, I remember that Song Wan'er is not from the Five Continents, and those who do not know will not be guilty, so Chu Yang did not blame her.

Seeing that she suspected her flute, Chu Yang said nothing and handed the flute over directly.

Song Wan'er felt like she had a treasure and hurriedly picked it up. When Chu Yang was playing this flute, the sound was so nice. This might be a "treasure flute". How could Song Wan'er not be excited?

After wiping the blowing hole, Song Wan'er realized that there was no trace of water stains on it, and it was very dry. She felt a little strange in her heart. How could the flute she had blown without any trace of saliva? Although she was not obsessed with cleanliness, the girls were also very clean. She couldn't do such a thing when she took the flute that others had blown.

Although the blowing hole was very clean, Song Wan'er still wiped it and then put it on her lips and started blowing it.

Before the music was finished, Song Wan'er put down the flute.

Looking at Chu Yang again, Song Wan'er's eyes were full of disbelief.

This flute is not a "treasure flute"? It is even slightly worse than the one she just handed!

The sound is thin and fluttering, and the 7th tone is not accurate. But why can this flute make such a nice sound in Chu Yang's hands? Song Wan'er has been practicing the flute for seven or eight years. Is it so big that the gap between her and Chu Yang? It's not scientific!

"How is it?" Chu Yang smiled and said with a smile on his face.

"Ah? Teacher! How did you do it? Are you good at magic? Why does the flute come into your hands and the sound will be different immediately? Teach me quickly!" Song Wan'er said anxiously.

"What a mess, magic!" Chu Yang took the flute back from Song Wan'er's hand angrily and amusedly, clicked her with the flute body, and then said: "Remember, every flute has its most unique sound and its most 'beautiful' side. A good musician can discover its most beautiful side whenever he takes any instrument, and this is what you lack now."

"The most beautiful side? But, what should we do to discover the most beautiful side of a flute?" Song Wan'er was confused by Chu Yang's words.

"The flute is a musical instrument. If you want to play its most beautiful tone, of course you have to start with the breath." Chu Yang said, raised the flute again and said to Song Wan'er: "I will only play one single tone this time, listen carefully."

"Oh." Song Wan'er quickly cheered up and stared at Chu Yang firmly.

"This guy didn't wipe the hole, he didn't do it on purpose, right?" Song Wan'er looked at Chu Yang's lips and pressed her lips against the place where she just touched her lips, and her face turned red for no reason.

But the next moment, her attention was immediately attracted by the sound of the flute.

A gentle, flowing 6 sound sounded, faint and moist. Although it was just a simple single sound, it sounded extremely comfortable to snuggle in my heart!

The sound of the flute lasted for more than twenty seconds, but Song Wan'er didn't sound boring at all, but instead she had endless aftertaste!

The A-tuning Bangdi is a high-pitched flute. The sound is sharp and dry. It is really not easy to blow an A-tuning flute such a moist and natural sound. At least Song Wan'er feels that she can't do it now.

"What do you feel?" Chu Yang stopped and asked at Song Wan'er after blowing.

"It sounds nice! It sounds really nice!" Song Wan'er looked at Chu Yang and said with conscience.

"I didn't ask you to say this!" Chu Yang continued with some amusement, "Didn't you feel anything else?"

"Other? No." Song Wan'er shook her head blankly.

"You try to play a 6 tone." Chu Yang decided to be simple and straightforward.

"Oh, okay." Song Wan'er agreed happily, then raised the flute and blew a long sound.

Before he could blow for a few seconds, he was interrupted by Chu Yang.

"Stop, stop! The breath is too strong, why do you want to blow so loudly? I'm afraid that others won't hear it." Chu Yang said with his eyes wide open.

"Oh, I understand." Song Wan'er stuck out her tongue, looked at Chu Yang, and thought to herself that this teacher is so serious.

A long sound was blown again, and it was faster. In just two seconds, Chu Yang stopped.

"You haven't eaten, your voice is floating on it, there is no root at your feet!" Chu Yang said, patting his back waist, and then patting Song Wan'er's back waist twice and saying, "We must support it here, otherwise the breath will be empty and the sound will be unreal."

"Oh." Song Wan'er nodded and continued to practice this long tone.

"Let's relax and feel the resonance point of the flute."

"The whine is a little more delicate, and you have to blow it with your heart."

"This time it's better. The breath must be stable. Imagine that there is a cycle in your body and it will never stop."
Chapter completed!