After playing a song, Jiang Chushan looked at Jiang Zhihao and asked, "What musical instrument does Mr. Jiang like?"
"This will do." Jiang Zhihao pointed at the erhu and said.
Jiang Chushan was a little surprised: "You can still do this?"
"Learned it for a while." Jiang Zhihao smiled and took the erhu over. When he was old, he once learned these traditional musical instruments.
I'm not really good at pulling, but I'm still much better than the average person.
While pulling, Jiang Zhihao could also sing. His high-pitched voice seemed particularly bright in the silent village.
Jiang Xinyue stood nearby, listening to Jiang Zhihao playing the erhu and singing, and kept banging the melon seeds in his hand.
Murong Lanyi seemed a little bored. She didn't like these things and felt they were of no use.
Only skills that can kill people are worth learning.
This is a night that Jiang Zhihao likes very much. He has not been as comfortable as he is now for a long, long time.
There is no need to think about anything, just drink, eat, play the erhu and sing.
The pressure exerted by the judge was much reduced at this moment.
After the video was finished, Jiang Xinyue ran over with her mobile phone and asked, "Boss, how did you like the recording? I think it's so handsome. If it's posted online, it will definitely attract a lot of fans."
Jiang Zhihao smiled and said, "You're pretty good at taking pictures. Send me a copy later and forget about it online. I don't want to be so high-profile."
"Okay." Jiang Xinyue didn't say anything else and directly sent the video to him.
Jiang Chushan was a little too drunk and went back to sleep, while Jiang Zhihao sat in the yard and looked at the moon in the sky.
Originally, he felt that it was not good to be too quiet around him, but now that his mind had calmed down, he felt that this kind of tranquility was valuable.
Jiang Xinyue sat down next to him and asked, "Boss, why don't you go back and rest? It's very cold in the village at night, so don't catch a cold."
"It's okay." Jiang Zhihao looked up at the sky and said, "Just sit like this, I feel very comfortable."
Jiang Xinyue looked at his side face and said, "Boss, why do I think you have a lot of story to tell? You are so young, but you always speak in an old-fashioned way. I don't believe you are an old man."
"I am an old man originally." Jiang Zhihao said.
Jiang Xinyue giggled: "If you are an old person, then I will become a middle-aged and elderly woman? You should be young, how good it is to be young."
"That's good..." Jiang Zhihao agreed.
The advantages of getting older include having more experience and seeing things more easily.
But being young is better than being energetic. You can do many things that older people can't do, and you can concentrate more.
Generally speaking, Jiang Zhihao still prefers his youthful state, which makes him feel that he has a lot to do, instead of being as powerless as he was when he was old.
Jiang Xinyue didn't ask anything else and just sat with him in the yard. It wasn't until half a year later, when Jiang Zhihao felt a little cold and wanted to go back, that he discovered that Jiang Xinyue had fallen asleep leaning on the chair next to him.
Under the moonlight, this girl's face seemed to be shrouded in a faint light, making her look somewhat holy.
She was already a very good-looking person, but now she looked even more beautiful.
Darkness always amplifies human inner desires. Jiang Zhihao couldn't help but look at it a few more times, but a voice that was neither salty nor bland came from beside him in time: "If you want to see it, just take it back to the room and I'll hold the door for you."