I'm just a little white face who doesn't need to fight

Chapter 41 Being a Salted Fish Who Can Only Shout 666 (Added for the Dragon Boat Festival)

After two o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was so hot that people couldn't keep their eyes open.

Even if Chuhe sat under the vines, he would be dazed by the sun, no matter how cool the sea breeze is.

He could only give up the swing, and went back to the bedroom with the pipa in his arms to blow on the air conditioner.As soon as he entered the room, Su Muyan called.

Chuhe felt strange. Although Su Muyan had her own number, she had never called it. She was not a person who liked to make calls.

"Miss Su, I haven't seen you for a few days. I miss you very much. Are you coming back?" Chu He answered the phone with joy from his heart.

He was looking forward to Su Muyan's return, because as long as Su Muyan was at home, the joy value would definitely soar, breaking through a thousand in a while.

"Chuhe, you are going to Jiang Sen's recording studio now. My sister is going to record conch audio. In order to show her appreciation for you, she specially invites you to comment on one or two." Su Muyan spoke in a particularly provocative tone.

She dragged her like this on purpose to be unfriendly to Chuhe, after all, she is now sitting in Liu Zhiqing's passenger seat.

Chuhe frowned, Liu Zhiqing invited herself?impossible.

After thinking for two seconds, Chuhe figured it out, Liu Zhiqing clearly wanted revenge!
That domineering female CEO is very stubborn and won't admit defeat.The last time I belittled her song like that, she "had a grudge", but now she probably feels good about herself and wants to hate herself.

She's about to launch a bull charge.

"The sun is very hot, I don't want to go out." Chuhe was actually quite interested in his heart, he wanted to hear how Liu Zhiqing's tune changed.But because of the hot weather, he didn't want to move at all.

Su Muyan didn't speak on the phone, but Liu Zhiqing did, and the phone was on speakerphone.

"Chuhe, please come here. I want to hear your opinion. As a conch master, you must have a good opinion." Liu Zhiqing's voice was cold, and she gave the impression that she was not smiling when she said compliments.

"The sun is really big..." Chu He couldn't get up enough to go out, wouldn't it be nice to turn on the air conditioner at home?

"Chuhe! I know what you are thinking. Do you think I want revenge? You think too much. I have never considered anything related to you. I just want you to comment. If it sounds good, I will give it to Chu Old sir." Liu Zhiqing became even more indifferent, and her tone made it hard to tell the truth from the fake.

In fact, she wanted revenge, at least to make Chuhe change her tune, so that her grievances could be vented.

But it is also a real idea to let Chuhe evaluate it. "The Poem of the Sea" is to be given to Mr. Chu, and it must be as perfect as possible. If Chuhe is sure, it will be very good.

After all, the conch in the Chu River is even better than being happy to hear it.

"Since you invite me sincerely, then I'll show mercy and go, you wait." Chuhe stretched, changed his clothes, and called a taxi to go out.

Getting on the Porsche, Liu Zhiqing hung up the phone, feeling tight in her chest, because Chuhe took advantage of her again, what does it mean to invite him sincerely?
"Sister, don't you want revenge?" Su Muyan didn't understand what Liu Zhiqing was thinking.

"I don't want revenge, I'm a pig!" Liu Zhiqing snorted, wishing she could bite Chuhe with her teeth, biting like that, not like that.

Su Muyan shrank her neck: "Hey, woman."

The Porsche was fast, and soon arrived at Johnson's recording studio.

Le Yuwen waited at the door on the first floor, very enthusiastic.The elites of the upper class knew Liu Zhiqing in Jiangcheng, so they dared not neglect her.

Liu Zhiqing is also enthusiastic, she appreciates such a vocal master as Yue Yuwen.

"Teacher Le, thank you for your hard work." Liu Zhiqing shook hands with Le Yuwen naturally and generously, showing her confidence and demeanor.

Su Muyan at the side blinked her eyelashes, looked at her sister who was completely different from before, and sighed again: "Hey, woman."

"What did Miss Su say?" Le Yu Wenqi asked, shaking hands with Su Muyan.

"It's nothing, Mr. Le, you won't be in a hurry to go back to have dinner with your wife today, right?" Su Muyan didn't have the demeanor of a president, but instead joked like a neighbor's little sister.

Le Yuwen laughed and took the two girls up to the second floor.

When he reached the second floor, he slowed down and said softly, "President Liu, Ms. Su, you have to wait for a while. Today, a music master is coming to record Hulusi, and you have to work hard for a while."

"Gourd silk?" Su Muyan's ears perked up, and he immediately became interested.

"Yes, I don't know if you have heard of Mr. Fang Guangsong. He is a professor of Jiangzhou Music University and the president of Jiangzhou Cucurbit Silk Association. He passed the tenth level of the Cucurbit Silk Examination of Southwest Academy of Arts." Le Yuwen introduced, "The cucurbit silk grading test of Southwest Art Institute is currently the most authoritative cucurbit silk grading test."

Cucurbit silk is a musical instrument of ethnic minorities in Southwest China, but it is well-known throughout the country. Because of its unique and beautiful sound, easy to learn, it is loved by music lovers.

The two women have never heard of Fang Guangsong, after all, the only instrument they have been exposed to is conch.

But listening to music and hearing are so highly praised, and I can't help but feel a little bit of respect—passing the most authoritative grading test of Hulusi must be a master of music.

"Can we go in and listen?" Liu Zhiqing asked, she wanted to see the musicians.

Le Yuwen did not refuse, and opened the door of the recording studio, hands and feet relaxed.

In fact, the recording studio is divided into inner and outer rooms, and the two are isolated from the sound, so that the movement of the outer room will not affect the inner room.

The three of them went in lightly, and they all saw the old man on the other side of the glass window.

The old man must be in his 60s, wearing a plain black short-sleeved shirt, reading glasses, wrinkled face, and gray hair, giving people the impression of a very serious and dignified old scholar.

He swayed slightly, blowing on the gourd silk.

The cucurbit silk is a simple taupe, and the air box is a complete gourd, with three small polished bamboo tubes and three metal reeds inserted into the bottom of the gourd.

The old man uses the mouth of the gourd as the mouthpiece, and presses or presses the seven air holes on the pine-bamboo pipe with his hands like holding the flute.

The melodious voice came out like this, Liu Zhiqing and Su Muyan were startled, their moods were inexplicably calm, even a little sad, moved by the sound of the gourd silk playing.

It seemed to be the weeping voice of the goddess on the top of the snow mountain.

"Professor Fang is playing the cucurbit silk version of "Myth". He is going to record it and give it to his wife as a birthday present." Le Wen lowered his voice.

"Wow, what a loving grandpa." Su Muyan praised, with sparkles in his eyes: "The "Myth" played by Hulusi is too good to listen to. I will not listen to Jackie Chan in the future, but I will listen to Hulusi."

He was happy to smell it and smiled: "Miss Su can learn it if she is interested. Hulusi is relatively easy to learn."

"Then if I want to learn, can I take Professor Fang Guangsong as my teacher?" Su Muyan immediately strengthened her determination and formally abandoned Conch.

"This...Professor Fang is very dissatisfied with the young musicians nowadays. He thinks that they learn classical instruments just to pretend to be cool and have fun, so..." Le Yuwen said dryly, implying that Professor Fang could not accept Su Muyan as an apprentice.

Liu Zhiqing gave Su Muyan a helpless look, and didn't want to complain about her 3-minute hot sister anymore.

"Forget it, you listen first, I'll pick up Chuhe, and he should be here too." Su Muyan turned the door and went out, fortunately she was still thinking about Chuhe.

Happy to hear Yixi, she looked at Liu Zhiqing: "President Liu, Mr. Chu will come too?"

"En." Liu Zhiqing remained calm, but squeezed her palm hard, as if she wanted to catch Chuhe's two indescribable eggs.

Outside the recording room, Su Muyan waited for a while, and sure enough, he saw the Chu River coming up.

Chuhe was a little sleepy. He planned to lie in his room, but he came here under the scorching sun.

"Chuhe, remember, when my sister asks you to comment on her song later, you can only say nice, awesome, charming, 666, understand?" Su Muyan grabbed Chuhe.

Chuhe showed a strange look: "Are you so unconfident in her? I feel that she is quite confident as a bull. The horns have been exposed, and she almost killed me."

"I think "Poetry of the Sea" is very good, and I am very confident in my sister, but I am afraid that you will not speak and make my sister angry."

Su Muyan became serious, "Even if the song doesn't meet your expectations, don't criticize it badly, just call it 666, don't hold back, do you understand?"

Chuhe yawned again, humming twice, unable to get up.

"Chuhe!" Seeing him so lazy, Su Muyan frowned suddenly.

Chuhe was startled, secondly, Su Muyan would still frown?
"Chuhe, my sister was scolded and cried when she called her family members last night. It was because of her marriage and coming out of the closet. She thought I fell asleep, so she ran to the yard and cried a lot. In fact, I didn't sleep."

Su Muyan sniffed and raised her small fist: "If you don't call 666, I will punch you to death, understand?"

"understood."

　Thank you for the rewards on the fifth day of the Dragon Boat Festival~
　　There is one more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)