On the weekend, Fu Song and Liang Xi set up two tables of wine in Deyue Tower and invited Mucheng's friends and colleagues to have a meal.

Except for Feng Fang and Li Jun, they are basically leaders and colleagues of Mu University. As for Peking University and Tsinghua University, we will talk about it when we return to Beijing during the summer vacation.

The weather was getting warmer and Liang Xi became more and more lazy. After dinner, he climbed onto the bed.

Seeing her listless appearance all day, Fu Song had to walk with her for half an hour every morning and evening, and tried his best to make nutritious meals for her in different ways. He persisted for a week and the results were pretty good. Liang Xi's face looked much better.

He is almost four months pregnant. Seeing Liang Xi's lower abdomen bulging at a speed visible to the naked eye, Fu Song was very happy, but he was even more careful. If Liang Xi hadn't stopped him, he would have wanted to hit the floor when he was sleeping at night.

In the morning and evening, more and more people were walking in the community. They moved here for more than two months. The weather was too cold before, and the neighbors were all at home. It was only recently that Fu Song met the neighbors.

When the sun was warm in the afternoon, Fu Song moved his office to the yard.

The fence is full of forsythia flowers, the branches of the French sycamore trees are filled with a faint green color, the air is filled with the fragrance of soil, and occasionally a cool breeze with the smell of the sea comes.

Place a soldered iron pot next to the stone table, use pine branches to attract the fire, then stuff a few pine balls, wait until the fire is strong, and add fine wood. After the water boils, a pot of iron Guanyin is brewed.

Alas, this is the life that people live. Fu Song had always longed for such a life in his previous life, but he didn't expect that there would be a day that would be realized.

"Hey, life is pretty leisurely."

The person who spoke was an old man in his sixties, standing outside the fence with his hands on his back, his silver hair neatly combed.

Fu Song had a little impression of him. His surname was Feng, and he seemed to be a retired cadre. He and his wife lived in a small western-style building in the northwest.

"Aren't you the same?" Fu Song replied with a smile.

Old Man Feng said, "Can that be the same? I am 65 years old this year and I have retired. How old are you? Can you compete with me? These days, I see you are not doing business and staying at home all day, so why don't you go to work?"

Fu Song stood up and stretched and said, "I resigned. Where can I stay if I am not at home?"

"It smells so good!" Old Man Feng suddenly sniffed and pointed and stared at the teapot on the table.

"Come in and have some drinks?"

Old Man Feng was not polite to him at all. He pushed open the wooden door on the fence and walked in, sat down directly at the table, and placed the erhu in his hand on the table.

He poured himself a cup, took a sip, and closed his eyes and became intoxicated for a while, "Not bad!"

Fu Song rolled his eyelids, I was just polite, you really took it seriously.

Old Man Feng drank two glasses in a row, smashed the mouth and said, "The fragrance is rich and the taste is mellow. Where did you buy it?"

"It was given by others." Fu Song's tea was not bought by himself, either "stop" to take it from others, or someone else took the initiative to give it to him.

For example, the Tieguanyin I was drinking was given to me by Lu Renhe last month. Although I don’t know how much it costs, since Lu Renhe dares to give it to him, it will definitely be cheap.

Old Man Feng said: "I'll just say, we don't have such good tea in Mucheng. Alas, it's the first time in our life that we've drunk such good Tieguanyin, and I don't know if there is still a chance to drink it in the future..."

"Come here to drink together when you have time." Fu Song likes to drink tea. He is naturally happy to hear others praise her tea for being delicious.

"Okay, I'll wait for you to say this!" Old Man Feng slapped his thighs and showed a successful smile on his face.

Fu Song smiled indifferently, saw the erhu on the table, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"If you have nothing to do, go and sing an opera with your old friends." Old Man Feng poured another cup of tea on his own and snatched his stomach.

Fu Song picked up the erhu, fiddled with it for a few times, looked at the sunlight carefully, then leaned under his nose and smelled it, and said in surprise: "Your equipment is good, the best red sandalwood!"

Old Man Feng smiled proudly and said, "Isn't that good? The old friend who has been with me for more than 30 years is closer than his wife."

Fu Song: “….”

After pulling two sounds casually, Fu Song sighed: "This python skin is better, with a sensitive pronunciation and a pure sound quality."

Old Man Feng became even more proud and squinted his eyes and said, "Look at the scales of my python skin carefully. They are all the same size, well-proportioned and smooth, and can be said to be one in a million."

"Can I try it?" Fu Song was an amateur fan in his previous life. He played the erhu well. When he met such a rare erhu, he couldn't help but feel itchy.

Old Man Feng said readily: "Try it!"

Fu Song first slid to find the sound, and soon found the feeling, and pulled up the excerpt from the Red Light "The Glory of the Glory Forever".

When Old Man Feng saw that he was young, he thought he was just a knife, but experts knew if he had any problems as soon as he made a move. Just looking at his shoulders and pinched the rod, he knew that he was not an embroidered pillow.

Rub strings, trembling bows, pauses, and jumps. The sound head, abdomen and abdomen of each sound are clear, clear and clear, round and loose. He is an expert!

After watching for a while, Old Man Feng closed his eyes and beat the table with his left hand, "Dad's wisdom is passed on to me, and my heart is bright and I will never be deceived; Dad's courage is passed on to me, and I dare to deal with jackals, tigers and leopards..."

"Okay, okay!"

"You always sing well!" Fu Song was not polite to him, but this old guy was indeed very good at singing and would not be able to accept it.

Old Man Feng waved his hand and said, "If others say this, I will never blush and continue. In front of you, I am shameless. You can pull the erhu so well at a young age, and it is better than me! Are you a ancestral craft? "

Fu Song said: "My family has three generations of poor peasants, and they have a good roots. I am just an amateur. When I have nothing to do, I will think about it myself and I can't praise you like this."

Old Man Feng shook his head and said, "Without decades of skill, I can't get you like this. When did you start practicing?"

This old guy's eyes are so vicious that he was at ease just now because he practiced for almost thirty years in his previous life and had a special visit to the teacher.

Fu Song called out and said, "Well, haha, when I was about ten years old, it's been fifteen or sixteen years."

Old Man Feng didn't believe in him and said with emotion: "This shows that you have talent. What a pity. If you have a good master since childhood, your achievements are limitless."

Fu Song felt so sweaty. I was just a hobby in opera. I didn’t even think about being a professional actor!

Yang Qiaolan has instilled in a few brothers and sisters the concept of "a actor is ruthless and unrighteous". If he became a master and learned art to be an actor, Yang Qiaolan would definitely break his legs with a stick.
Chapter completed!