I am a primitive

Playing the flute, Han Cheng is also a half-player, a kind of half-way monk.

The reason why I came into contact with this is because a guy from their search and rescue team in later generations likes to play the flute.

The time that touched Han Cheng the most was when they went on a mission together.

It was an evening, the round and warm sun set on the top of the sand dunes, surrounded by yellow sand, the sky and the earth seemed vast, and a group of birds fluttered in the sky, the guy took out his flute and held it to his mouth, Facing the sand dunes and the setting sun, I sang "A Laugh from the Sea".

At that time, Han Chengcheng was stunned by this guy's arrogance. In that situation, hearing such a song was really touching. idea.

It's a pity that I haven't learned the mastery yet, and I only learned one "Farewell" and "A Laugh from the Sea" for the songs that can be played together. A flute player with limitless achievements.

After coming here, all kinds of things were busy, and there was no one around to show off the flute, so Han Cheng left it behind.

Now he started to plan for the sports meeting, thought of musical instruments, and then started to make the flute that he had lost for more than ten years.

Han Cheng is not a professional at making bamboo flutes, and Han Cheng is not a professional at playing flutes. The two non-professionals met together, and the miracle did not happen, and there was no effect of making negative negative positive.

Under the expectant gaze of Wu and Bai Xuemei, Han Cheng didn't even play the sound for the first time.

After trying several times in a row, I slowly found some feeling, and intermittent flute sounds began to sound when I flicked my fingers lightly.

Wu's eyes lit up, this is really amazing, it's just a piece of bamboo with some holes drilled into it, yet it can play such a beautiful sound!

Bai Xuemei tilted her head and thought about it carefully, and she felt that it was not as good as "Sister Riding on the Bow"...

As night fell, the faint moonlight fell, the wind blew, and the bamboo shadows danced outside the window. Han Cheng stood in front of the window and danced his fingers, and a song "Farewell" flowed out from his fingertips.

The sound of the flute echoed through the window in the courtyard under the moonlight. The already quiet courtyard became even quieter after the sound came out.

Yuan who was entangled with Wu suddenly stopped moving. After listening quietly for a while, a quietly flowing river appeared in front of his eyes, and a few falling red leaves gradually went away with the river.

Bai Xuemei looked at the back of her brother Cheng, her eyes were full of little stars.

Han Chengman snorted arrogantly. He said it a long time ago. One day, he will definitely become a world-class flute player. That guy always laughs at himself for being too frivolous. How is it now?Haven't you already successfully stood at the top of the world?

And it was played with a not-so-good bamboo flute.

The wind blew in from the window, shaking Han Cheng's clothes, making him look even more coquettish.

This flirting didn't last long, because Xiao Xing'er burst into tears there.

Facing the crying of his daughter, Han Cheng, who had been self-indulgent and coquettish just now, immediately failed.

The lethality brought by a daughter's cry is greater than that of the hooligan Da Suona in the musical instrument industry.

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"Son of God, keep blowing, keep blowing!"

Just after dinner the next day, everyone could not wait to gather around, looking at Han Cheng one by one, their eyes sparkling.

Music has no borders or ages, especially music that can be widely circulated and sung enduringly has its own advantages.

Of course, races are not easy to cross, otherwise there would be no such thing as playing the piano to a cow.

Everyone in the Qingque Tribe who had never heard the flute, last night, Han Cheng's "Farewell" was heard as if they were in the clouds. The feeling was really amazing.

Although I can't say it, I can really feel the beauty of music.

So just after dinner today, everyone could not wait to look at Han Cheng, looking forward to the respected Son of God playing another song for them.

Looking at the people staring at him with bright eyes, Han Cheng suddenly saw a picture of a child who had dinner when he was a child, and half of the village gathered in the courtyard of a family, watching fiercely around a [-]-inch black and white TV. scene.

Unfortunately, now he is no longer one of the people watching TV, but has become that [-]-inch black and white TV...

Of course Han Cheng would not spoil everyone's interest, so he brought the bamboo flute again and played "Farewell" in front of everyone.

The sound of the flute sounded, and everyone fell silent instantly. Listening to the beautiful sound of the flute and looking at Shenzi playing the flute under the cover of the bonfire, the eyes of many primitive females in the tribe lit up.

In the past, they thought that a man who was strong and able to obtain a lot of food was the most attractive, but now, seeing the son of God playing the fife, their deep-rooted concept was suddenly shaken.

Looking at the people looking at his shining eyes, Han Cheng felt very good in his heart.

Of course, if these primitive females with stars in their eyes were all replaced with girls from later generations, and Han Cheng would gain such a large number of little fans all at once, he would definitely benefit more and be so happy that he could fly.

However, relying on his flute, which is not considered third-rate, playing in public in later generations, it would be good if he didn't get stoned by others, and wanting to gain a lot of little fans, this is simply a dream.

It seems that women in the primitive era are easier to deceive!

"Son of God, keep blowing! Keep blowing!"

At the end of the song, after a long period of silence, someone yelled out loudly, and when someone took the lead, the rest of them came to their senses and started yelling together.

They couldn't get enough of the wonderful sound of the flute.

Han Cheng would naturally not refuse someone to support him like this. He put the flute to his mouth, and the melody of "Farewell" flowed out again, and everyone was instantly quiet and intoxicated...

"Son of God, keep blowing! Keep blowing!"

It was late at night, and people who used to go to bed very early, at this time, they were all full of energy and did not want to go to sleep. They couldn't get enough of this beautiful flute.

"Sleep! Stop blowing!"

After Han Dashenzi spoke, everyone's voices of desire and dissatisfaction were immediately suppressed.

It can't be blamed on Han Cheng, whoever played "Farewell" more than ten times in a row, his lips are almost bald and his brain is a little lack of oxygen, these guys are still yelling to do it again, and there is no reaction How much better than Han Cheng.

Of course, it’s okay for these guys to buy tickets, and Han Cheng is willing to come again a few times, the key is that there are no tickets, and there are so many demands, how can there be such a reason?

So, everyone was suppressed by Han Dashenzi.

"Sleep well tonight, work hard tomorrow, and I will play for everyone tomorrow night."

As soon as Han Cheng said such words, everyone who was still in a low mood just now revived with blood in an instant.

Han Cheng touched his numb lips, and couldn't help but smiled wryly, sometimes it's not necessarily a good thing to do too much.

Alas, there is no way, people are too good to be such a trouble...

"Sil~~~~..."

In the chicken coop of the Qingque Tribe, there were chickens screaming in terror, but no matter how frightened they screamed, they still couldn't escape the murderous hands of God Son Han.

A rooster was held by Han Cheng's wings, and he pulled three or four feathers from it before releasing it, and then caught another unlucky guy and continued to pull it out.

At this time, Han Cheng looked quite a bit like a witch when he was making brushes back then, and he had the tendency to turn into a hair-plucking madman.

Fortunately, he only targeted poultry such as chickens, ducks and geese, and did not attack the rest.