allonlinenovel Chapter 113: Carrier Pigeon: A child with a mother is a treasure (7)
Chapter 113: Carrier Pigeon: A child with a mother is a treasure (7)
【Cuckoo~】
I was not paying attention and acted like a hooligan. The starling slapped me on the head and I was dizzy and disoriented.
When Wang Xin saw the starling shooting birds with both hands in frustration, he knew that he might have made a mistake all along, and there was a hint of embarrassment on his fat face.
[Uh, okay, I'll be more careful and gentle with you next time~]
Having said that, he turned around and went back to his room and took out the erhu.
Speaking of which, erhu is my grandfather's hobby.
Fortunately, Wang Xin really likes it. He is cheerful and generous, can sit still and is emotionally rich. When he was five years old and just arrived at his grandmother's house, he often cried and made a fuss because he missed his mother. As long as his grandfather played the erhu music, he would slowly calm down.
Unfortunately, the old man passed away too early and didn’t have the chance to teach his little grandson to read music…
Three erhu lessons a week, the monthly tuition fee is 3,800 yuan after discount, which is much more cost-effective than learning the piano.
[Today I changed my name to my mother's. It's a great day, so I'll play a song called "The Journey of Light" to liven up the atmosphere, and let you two appreciate my sawing skills! ]
【Cuckoo~】
I took a few steps back and looked around. All the doors were closed and there was nowhere to hide.
Others pay for music, but it won’t cost me my life to listen to music, right? !
ヽ(*.＞Д＜)o゜
Fortunately, Wang Xin took out his erhu and was rubbing rosin on the bow, so he didn't pay attention to the sneaky pigeon on the table, otherwise he would have been so angry that he would fall backwards.
There was only a little rosin left, and the inside and outside of the bow had been rubbed off with powder, so Wang Xin tried the sound.
The inner strings are very nice and the outer strings are very twangy. This erhu is not a cheap product and the tone is very good. It was so loud that the starling standing high up couldn't help but scratch its ears.
Wang Xin didn't even need to put out the music score, he just started without saying hello.
【Gugu?! 】
Sounds good!
Your basic skills are very solid, you're good!
The song sounds nice and smooth, without any sense of sluggishness.
The little fat boy frowned slightly at the details of a few finger-padding and glissando, and secretly decided to practice more.
There was a long series of tremolos at the end of the piece. The fat boy’s right hand, which was pulling the bow, was almost stretched into a straight line, and the flesh on his arm was trembling. If the teacher had not emphasized this requirement in the last two classes, he would have found it difficult to complete it without interruption.
After the song, the room fell into silence.
Even the old man who was playing chess with himself next door held the chess piece in the air for a long time, with his toes raised to the beat, unwilling to put it down.
The old man has witnessed the little fat boy next door's growth from a musician who used to play the erhu to a master's erhu player. He has lamented more than once that talent is a rare thing.
【Cuckoo~】
I blinked my eyes with stars, wishing I could rush over and give that chubby face a big kiss, the live version is so good!!!
Wang Xin reviewed the parts that he felt were not handled well, adjusted his posture, and pulled it again.
The old man next door put his toes down and then raised them up again.
[Hey, that's right! How can I just play it once? I still don't get enough of it! ]
The chaotic day ended just like that.
The little fat boy's ability to take care of himself was cultivated by his grandmother a long time ago, and he would take a shower and go to bed early.
However, Li Pandi who was far away in Baoding encountered some troubles——
When her business was at its busiest in the evening, her stall was confiscated by the urban management, along with the steamed buns baking in the oven and a pot of sliced donkey meat and stewed meat.
The urban management officers had no moral principles and no one tipped off the police. Three vehicles surrounded the area at the same time and arrested everyone they caught.
No matter how much Lipandi tried to persuade him, it was of no use. The urban management officers looked down upon him. Seven people got off the pickup truck and quickly lifted the heavy stall cart into the truck bed.
There were regular customers on the roadside who hadn’t bought any donkey meat hotpot yet. They looked on in amazement as they saw the lady boss arguing fiercely with a group of people in blue clothes.
Someone murmured, [As the year draws to a close, all departments are trying to get sales results...]
[Of course I am. Normally, we would just honk the horn a few times from a distance to drive them away. The vendors would scatter and run away, but today they went all out and directly confiscated their tools...]
The man in blue pulled out the tube from the gas tank and stuffed it into Li Pandi's hand. There was still most of the gas left in it. The man in blue knew the stakes and knew that this thing was dangerous, so he decided to return it to the young boss and let him carry it back himself.
[Three days later, go to the second floor of Chengnan Office, Office 201, and pay the fine before you can get your car.]
What could Li Pandi say? The people should not fight against the officials, so he could only accept it.
Three days is three days.
She still lives in a one-bedroom apartment converted from a garage in an old residential complex that she rented three years ago. It is low and cramped, with a one-square-meter bathroom on the left side of the door, and a small one-foot-wide window on the wall for ventilation.
Walking further in, there were freezers and shelves in the corners, and an open space of more than three meters, which was originally where her stall cart should have been parked.
There is a 1.2-meter iron bed against the innermost wall. It squeaks when you sit on it. It was provided by the landlady. She said that her grandson has slept on it since he was a child, but now he is 1.8 meters tall and can no longer sleep on it. The bed is of good quality and can still be used.
It is indeed still usable, except that it is a bit noisy when I turn over in the middle of the night and the rust smell is a bit strong, but there is no problem...
There has been a lot of rain and snow recently, and a lot of black and gray mold spots have appeared on the walls indoors.
It just so happened that she couldn't set up her stall for those three days, so she rolled up her sleeves and scraped the wall herself.
[Wow, Xiao Li, you didn’t set up a stall today?! ]
The person who was talking was an old bachelor who lived in the same neighborhood. He was just hanging around all day. He had known for a long time that there was a single woman living in this basement. She would hang around here in the middle of the night from time to time, with no good intentions in her mind.
Li Pandi frowned when he heard the oily voice, stretched out his long legs, and closed the door with his feet.
The old bachelor staggered back two steps to avoid being hit on the nose by the iron gate. He was furious but did not dare to shout loudly.
The soundproofing in the community is poor, and whenever he shouts, the neighbors upstairs will open the windows to see what's going on.
Once the door was closed, he could only see the light coming through the small window of the toilet and a swaying figure.
[Bah! You are so shameless! ]
Li Pandi heard it, but she just thought the person outside was farting. The greatest skill she learned in the trading room was to endure.
If there are some troubles that can be avoided proactively, take action early to avoid losing control of your temper and getting someone hurt.
Even though the room and board were provided, she didn't want to go back...
She made a bowl of noodles and saw the empty birdcage on the table. She was distracted for a moment.
I don’t know if Fengying has read the letter. If her son refuses to go back to Baoding, why not just go to Beijing and set up a stall? !
However, donkey meat is not easy to get. She doesn't even know if there is any donkey farm in the suburbs of Beijing. This is the only method she knows. It is very popular locally, but not necessarily abroad. She also doesn't know if people in Beijing can get used to it.
If Wang Fengying, who was running for her life with a barbecue bag in the high-end residential area at this moment, knew that she had this idea, she would probably jump for joy.
The greedy little fat boy Wang Xin smacked his lips in his dream, as if he saw the crispy fire-baked bread and donkey offal soup waving at him frantically.
Wang Fengying had advised her a long time ago, but Li Pandi waved her hand and refused, fearing both the wolf and the tiger. Even though the memories of her hometown were not good ones, she was reluctant to leave and could not make up her mind after hesitating.
In just these three years, the money that Li Pandi sent to her son was enough for her to buy a store of more than 20 square meters. The gourmets in Beijing are willing to queue up and spend money. As long as the food is delicious, they are willing to queue for ten miles.