"Xi Zhou Jing, it's a bit hot. Let's have some cold beer." Zheng Zhixun's voice interrupted Zhou Jing's memories, which also relieved Jing Jing in disguise, otherwise Jing Jing would have wanted to go to the bathroom to wash his face and cool down.
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Koreans, both men and women, like to drink. Although the wine is not very good, at least for Zhou Jing, soju and rice wine are not to his liking.
The ladies didn't drink. It wasn't that they didn't know how to drink. Maybe they thought drinking on this occasion was not a good idea. Kim Tae Hee prepared fruit cold drinks for them.
Zheng Zhixun put down an empty beer glass in front of Zhou Jing. Xiao Su held the bottle in both hands and poured him wine. Zhou Jing saw that it was still Tsingtao beer, so he subconsciously said:
“Have beer and eat gala”
"Pfft..." When Song Qian heard what Zhou Jing said, she almost spit out the drink she just drank. She covered her mouth with her hand, her whole body shaking with laughter.
Everyone, including Zhou Jing, looked at Song Qian in confusion. This girl had always behaved steadily and dignifiedly, like a big sister, so why did she suddenly start having convulsions?
Crystal felt that this scene was so similar. It seemed that when he met Zhou Jing for the first time, he was the one who teased Ernie like this at the banquet. Thinking of this, Crystal felt a little unhappy.
"Zhou...Brother Zhou, I didn't expect you to speak our Qingdao dialect." Song Qian, who gradually calmed down, said with a smile on her face.
Through Xiao Su's translation, everyone finally understood that it was Zhou Jing who suddenly said something in Song Qian's hometown dialect. She couldn't hold it back for a moment. Zhou Jing also patted his forehead. He really didn't know that Song Qian was Qingdao.
people.
Just as Zheng Zhixun had just introduced the tourist attractions in Seoul, everyone's topic naturally turned to Qingdao, Song Qian's hometown.
Qingdao is indeed a beautiful city, and it is also very close to South Korea. Many Koreans study, work and do business there, and some Korean variety shows will be filmed there.
Zhou Jing often went to Qingdao on business trips in the past few years due to work reasons. He was really familiar with the place. A plate of seafood dumplings, a pot of fried sea sausage with leeks and a cup of No. 1 factory puree are Zhou Jing’s favorites.
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Of course, the wines in Qingdao are not only Tsingtao Beer, but also Laoshan Green, Jimo Old Wine and Langyatai. When talking about wine, Zhou Jing can’t stop talking.
"Oppa Zhou Jing, why are you talking about wine? Do you like drinking so much?" Crystal's words suddenly made everyone quiet down. This question was asked, haha, which made it difficult to follow.
Song Qian secretly tugged on Jing Jing's clothes and winked to signal her not to talk nonsense. Jing Jing, who had not yet reacted, looked at everyone blankly and didn't know what was going on.
In fact, Zhou Jing didn't mind others saying he was a good drinker. It was okay if he liked drinking. The Chinese people have a tradition of good wine and the wine culture has a long history. Thinking of this, a poem suddenly appeared in his mind and he couldn't help but blurt it out.
"The luminous cup of grape wine will remind you immediately if you want to drink with the pipa. Lord Don't laugh while you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?"
After speaking, Zhou Jing picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank the wine in one gulp. Although he was always smiling, there was a hint of pride in his face.
"Dafa, Zhou Jingxi, you really know a lot." After listening to Xiao Su's translation introduction, Zheng Zhixun clapped his hands and praised Zhou Jing.
Koreans still respect literate people very much. People like Zhou Jing who can recite ancient poems casually are naturally literate in their eyes.
Needless to say, Song Qian, Jin Taixi also clapped her hands and looked at Zhou Jing with a smile, her eyes full of admiration. Only Shuijing was still at a loss, because even though Xiaosu translated, she still didn't understand, and secretly decided to go back
Be sure to let Mother V teach her a lesson.
Speaking of this, Zheng Zhixun seemed to have remembered something. He got up and walked to the storage room next to the living room. When he came back, he was carrying something like a piano case in his hand.
"Zhou Jingxi, this was given to me by a local friend when I went to China for activities not long ago. Unfortunately, I don't know much about this instrument."
Everyone here looked at the piano case curiously. Needless to say, Crystal and Song Qian were in a singing group. Even though Kim Tae Hee was an actor, she had received instrumental music training since she was a child, and she was very interested in playing musical instruments.
"This is an erhu." After opening the box, Song Qian recognized the musical instrument in the box at a glance. She originally practiced folk dance, so she was certainly no stranger to folk musical instruments.
Zhou Jing was stunned for a moment when he saw it was Erhu, but he didn't say anything and started drinking quietly.
"Victoriaxi, you know it, can you play it?" It was the first time for Jin Taixi to see the erhu, and he couldn't help but want to hear the effect of playing it.
In fact, the Korean people also have a similar huqin called Xiqin. The erhu also evolved from the Xiqin. However, the original name of Xiqin was retained after it was spread to the Korean people in the Northeast. However, it is basically unknown to modern Koreans.
How many people know it.
"Ah Ni, I know it, but it's a pity that I don't know how to use it." Song Qian quickly waved her hands to express that she didn't know how to use it. Youdao said that it is three years to play pipa and five years to play Xiao. Pulling the erhu will break your waist. It's hard to play the erhu well.
So simple.
Zhou Jing can play the erhu, and he likes the sound of the erhu very much. When he was in the army, the chief of staff of his company was very good at playing the erhu. The regiment held cultural performances, and he was often called upon by the commanders to perform.
At that time, he often went to the division chief to learn how to play the piano, and the old squad leader was very willing to teach this apprentice. Even now, Zhou Jing will play two pieces of music when he has nothing to do. However, he is afraid of being complained and disturbing the public, so he always hides in the underground garage.
Pulled.
Just now, it was just because Zhou Jing felt that he was an amateur and many of the people here were professionals, so he didn't want to show off his shame, so he kept silent.
"That's such a pity. I've heard the Erhu performance and I really like it." Zheng Zhixun seemed a little uninterested, and everyone sighed.
"How about I give it a try..." Maybe it was because he drank some wine, or maybe he wanted to have a cultural export, or there were other factors. Zhou Jing stood up and took out the box.
Erhu said.
Looking at everyone's suspicious looks, Zhou Jing didn't say anything. He took off his coat and sat on the chair opposite. He began to tighten the strings, add rosin and then tune up.
Everyone's eyes lit up when they saw Zhou Jing's series of actions, especially the ladies. They didn't know whether it was because of Zhou Jing's skillful operation or his good figure.
After Zhou Jing adjusted the sound, he stood up and chatted with Zheng Zhixun for a few words. After receiving the reply, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and connected it to the speaker in the living room via Bluetooth. Then he handed it to Xiao Su and told him to wait for his instructions.
Play.
"Brother Zhou, do you want to wear sunglasses again?" Song Qian started to tease Zhou Jing, but only Chinese people could understand this joke, and no one else understood why he needed to wear sunglasses.
Zhou Jing smiled and did not respond. He calmed down his emotions and nodded to Xiao Su to indicate that it was time to start.
Amidst everyone's astonishment, the prelude of an Irish tin whistle floated in the living room.