This damn thing is too embarrassing for him.
Shit!
How can Xiao Minghua tolerate this?
So, every chance Xiao Minghua gets, he refutes Xu Lin, to suppress him, and also to show Pei Danqing that this Mr. Xu is an immoral jerk.
anwhile, Xu Lin looks at him: "Alright, you sit in the kid’s seat. If you respect the elderly so much, why not go to a nursing ho? And as for what I said about Mr. Wu and , what are you jumping out for?"
Xu Lin doesn’t even want to bother with this person. What’s a man’s inherent flaw? It’s liking to suppress another man in front of his goddess, to highlight his own greatness and attract her attention.
This is one kind of male competition.
Xu Lin understands it all too well.
Damn it!
Who is feeling a mutual admiration with you?
Even Wu Zongting is speechless.
But he doesn’t want to pay attention to Xu Lin, because Xu Lin is too sharp-tongued and shaless; he seems unable to out-argue him.
Wu Zongting says to Xiao Minghua: "This guy is young, not fully matured, no need to bother with him!"
"Alright, Mr. Wu!"
Xiao Minghua was about to argue back with Xu Lin, but with Wu Zongting’s comfort, he feels much better and decides not to fuss over soone who just ca of age.
However, Xu Lin also doesn’t want to continue bickering with them.
"Bastard, do you understand the erhu?" Xu Lin asks Wu Zongting.
"Of course I understand the erhu. And what’s with you calling ’Bastard’?"
"Didn’t you also call a ’brat’? How about I call you ’old geezer’? Do you prefer to be ’old geezer’ or ’Bastard’?"
"Ha! Sharp-tongued!"
Damn it, this is too frustrating, Wu Zongting feels facing Xu Lin is as painful as a eunuch in a brothel.
"Listen up, Bastard, see what my erhu skills are like. I won’t waste ti with you on other nonsense, let’s speak with strength."
With that, Xu Lin starts playing the guzheng on the spot.
A sorrowful sound from the erhu.
Is all erhu music sorrowful?
Not really, the erhu has a rich tone, the low range is sorrowful and lancholic, the mid range is lyrical and lodious, the high range is lively, and there’s a sharp ultra-high range too.
What Xu Lin is playing now is a sorrowful piece.
However, it’s just the beginning, as he plans to move up through each tonal area.
With Xu Lin’s learning ability, although his erhu skills may not reach mastery, they’re still very good.
A piece of erhu music cos out, and it’s Xu Lin’s improvisation.
This piece is very lancholic, within ten seconds it draws you in, and as you listen, everyone feels a deep sadness inside.
Where does this sadness co from?
Soone thought of their own love, how their first love left because they saw no hope in them.
Soone thought of their hotown, and how now they’re a drifter unable to return ho.
Soone thought of their parents, who have passed away, and now they can only console themselves with recordings, photos, or videos of them.
Soone also thought of their difficult childhood, and that person is Wu Zongting, this Bastard; his childhood was very hard, in the fifties and sixties there wasn’t enough food or warm clothing, he really chewed on bark and ate leaves back then. Later, as he grew up, he ventured out to make a living, suffering much hardship, life barely improving, but later due to special circumstances, he ended up in prison for a few years.
Why is my life like this?
The first half of my life was too bitter!
Wu Zongting almost burst into tears.
But he held back, it was too humiliating, he couldn’t admit defeat in front of Xu Lin, otherwise, he’d lose face.
Yet as they listened, many tears began to well up in people’s eyes.
But then Xu Lin switches tones, transitioning from sorrow and pain to another tonal area, this section is lyrical and gentle, quickly pulling people out of sorrow.
"This kid really has sothing real!"
Wu Zongting is rather shocked inside, but pride tells him, I can’t admit he’s excellent!
After a few more minutes, the tone changes again, becoming cheerful and lively, giving a sense of joyful dancing.
As Xu Lin stops playing the erhu.
A round of applause breaks out, and then everyone joins in, seeing that it was Director Pei who started clapping.
"Nice!"
Pei Danqing wipes the corners of her eyes with her fingers.
But not everyone is clapping, Wu Zongting and Xiao Minghua aren’t clapping.
"Bastard, how do you feel?" Xu Lin doesn’t forget about Wu Zongting.
"Ha, just a little trick, I learned the erhu over forty years ago!"
"Alright, Bastard, I know what you’re thinking."
"Ha!" Bastard snorts coldly.
Xiao Minghua can’t help but add, "Just so-so!"
Xu Lin doesn’t even want to deal with him. Expecting soone who doesn’t like you to applaud you is unlikely, as humans tend to repeat their mistakes, otherwise, admitting others’ excellence would hurt their pride.
On the other hand, Xu Lin puts down the erhu and picks up a guzheng.
"Xu Lin, do you also play the guzheng?" Director Pei asks.
"I’m sowhat familiar with the guzheng too!"
Can I say I know everything? Of course not, he likes to speak with facts, not words, otherwise, his doubters would automatically jump out.
Xu Lin is soone who believes only in results.
Strum, strum!
With the guzheng in hand, Xu Lin strums a few tis, brewing his emotions.
What should I play?
Xu Lin thinks for a mont and decides to play a piece with a somber tone.
Guzheng and guqin, these instrunts are quite suited to music with this style.
The opening of the music is eerie and quickly draws the listener in.
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