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Chapter 316

Chapter 316 Father and son picking up garbage in the interstellar space 16

Author: Qingqingli acridine

Chapter 316 Father and son picking up garbage in the interstellar space 16

Hearing so many doubts, Yunfei was not angry and said with a smile: "I'll play for you when I get the chance."

There is a guzheng in his dimension, but he has no reason to take it out.

The professor of ancient literature once asked his subordinates to use iron to make a guzheng. The finished thing only had a similar shape but no sound at all like the one recorded in ancient books.

Later, he begged the Botanical Research Institute to give him a big tree to try.

Of course, the Botanical Research Institute refused. It takes a lot of effort to care for a small sapling and grow it up, let alone such a big tree that can be counted with the palm of your hand.

It is said to be a big tree, but in fact it is only as big as one person can surround it.

In the end, the higher authorities spoke out, and the institute sadly gave one to the Institute of Ancient Literature.

So far, the only three big trees in the Federation have become two.

However, the tree failed to become a guzheng. Instead, it became a pile of waste wood. At that time, the researchers at the Institute of Botany were so heartbroken that they almost fainted.

Later, when someone tried to take advantage of the plants in their research institute, their dean began to cry and cry bitterly. Now even the people above him were embarrassed to speak.

After all, Dean Liu has stayed in the institute for decades in order to restore natural plants.

I never got married, never had children, and the only two times I took leave were when my parents passed away one after another.

If they continue to put pressure on him, let alone his conscience, the people of the Federation will attack them!

After all, without Dean Liu, even artificial fruits and vegetables would not have been available.

…………

However, everyone thought he was bragging and laughed at him mercilessly.

Seeing that if he didn't show his skills, he would become a bragging anchor from now on, Yunfei could only think about what to do.

I saw that the ground was full of scraps that the father and son had picked up, and there were all kinds of materials.

He stood up, picked out a few items, and brought them back to the live broadcast camera.

Xia Qingzhu was no longer in the house at this moment. He had just signaled that he wanted to go out.

Because Yunfei had carved the amulet on the defensive bead string on his wrist, he nodded in agreement with confidence.

Xiaoyu Xixi:〖The anchor's equipment is really backward. Is it the original camera lens of the third generation optical brain?〗

Nowadays, Interstellar's optical brain has developed to the ninth generation. You can imagine how backward the third generation is.

Gentleness is not just about appearance: 〖Whether it should be said or not, regardless of character, this appearance is still good, and the skin condition under the original camera is very good.〗

At this time, Yunfei had already placed the things, holding two thin iron rods in his hand, "Okay, let me try the sound of these things first and then play a tune for you!"

After saying that, he lowered his head and started hitting those parts with the iron rod.

The sound has some flaws, but it works.

Different materials and thicknesses, as well as the strength and position of knocking, can produce different tones.

But in the eyes of tourists on StarNet, this is just a kid playing around.

Tearing Qingfeng: 〖To be honest, this kind of random knocking game has become useless to me since I was five years old.〗

Gentleness is not just about appearance: 〖Inexplicably, I feel that this natural person is a bit handsome... His serious profile is extraordinarily gentle.〗

Xiaoyu Xiuxi:〖It seems that you are gradually hearing some patterns?〗

After trying out the sound, Yunfei stopped and said solemnly to the screen: "I'm ready, let's start."

Ding ding dong~ ding ding dong~~ ding ding ding ding dong...

Jingle Bells, a simple but distinct tune.

Playing music by hitting objects was the most cost-effective instrument he learned in his first life.

He does not have access to expensive items such as pianos and violins, but he can learn to tap water glasses from the short video platform.

Once you become familiar with the sounds of various objects, you are no longer limited to water cups.

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The crisp and cheerful music composed of various tones penetrates the screen and enters people's ears...

Xiaoyu Xiuxi:〖What kind of playing method is this? What kind of music?〗

Federal Military Academy varsity: 〖Hiss, psychiatrist?〗

Banished: 〖Sure enough, everyone heard it, right? This kind of strange music can soothe restless mental energy!〗

You are blocking the light: 〖I heard it, and I regret that I didn’t let the elders in the family listen.〗

Xingchenhai:〖Is the anchor a therapist? The level should be above level three, right? The mental sea that originally had a headache was relieved a lot after listening to it.〗

The man who accidentally clicked in front of the screen was currently opening the information in the live broadcast room with a serious look on his face.

I found this anchor’s homepage and it’s really clear!

Nothing was filled in, and the age was kept secret. The only update was the welcome to the Yuyue Live Broadcasting Platform released by the small system today.

He frowned and dialed an optical account, and said in a deep voice: "Help me check a person, a new anchor on the Yuyue Live Broadcasting Platform. The name of the live broadcast room is: Survive by Performing Arts in the Blue Sky."

After getting a reply from the other side, I hung up the video call.

He was having a mental turmoil recently and was recuperating at home. He originally entered the live broadcast room by mistake, but unexpectedly heard the strange music.

It sounded strangely pleasant, so I stopped. Unexpectedly, my head, which was suffering from a splitting headache, actually calmed down a bit.

What shocked Nona was not his identity as a therapist, but his ability to soothe his mental energy on a large scale with simple equipment!

This is not something ordinary psychotherapists can do.

Gentleness is not just about appearance: 〖A little pink, talented and good-looking, but apart from being a natural person, there is nothing wrong with me.〗

After seeing this barrage, the people in the live broadcast room reacted.

That’s right! The anchor is a natural person, can he really be a psychotherapist?

You know, if you want to become a spiritual healer, in addition to having high mental strength and a gentle mental sea level, you also need talent and some specific physical qualities.

But that’s quite harsh!

That's why spiritual healers in the interstellar world are so rare and noble.

Yunfei answered the first question first, "The song is called Jingle Bells, it's a very cheerful song.

As for whether I am..."

Zizzizi~~

After a burst of electricity, the live broadcast screen went black, and it showed that the anchor had temporarily left due to a network interruption.

Federal Military Academy Headmaster: [What the hell??? Did you go offline at a critical moment?]

Xiaoyu Xixi:〖This... anchor will come back, right? It is a remote planet after all, and it is normal for the network to be poor.〗

Gentleness is not just about appearance:〖I am speechless, I got offline when I was excited.〗

Xingchenhai:〖Everyone please wait patiently.〗

Nona didn't expect such a coincidence, and originally wanted to listen to a few more songs to confirm.

While waiting, the netizen in the live broadcast room named "You are blocking the light" had already posted the recording of the song to his group chat.

Later, it was forwarded to other groups by people who thought it sounded good.

Suddenly, the short video started to go viral, and everyone was discussing whether this kind of children's toy could be used as a musical instrument.

As for other people in the live broadcast room, after waiting for half an hour and confirming that the anchor would not be online, they could only click "Follow" and exit with regret.

(End of chapter)


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