Author: Qi Chu Jiu

Are you willing to sell?

If it was an ordinary busker, he would probably have sold it.

But it was obvious that what An Ning met was not an ordinary busker.

The old man let go of the hem of his clothes, looked at An Ning and asked, "What's your price?"

An Ning said without hiding anything: "I don't know the specific material of the erhu in your hand, but I guess it is made of good materials. As for the price, I have no basis for it. Do you know?"

"How about we go to the musical instrument store over there to estimate the price?"

An Ning asked sincerely, causing the old man opposite to smile sincerely.

"You girl, you are quite interesting."

With just one sentence, the poor old busker's temperament changed dramatically.

At this moment, An Ning realized that the old man in front of him was no ordinary person. He was probably bored at home and came out to experience life.

No wonder, the erhu is not simple.

"Sorry, I was abrupt."

An Ning bowed his hands and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute, you're a kid, you have to be patient."

The old man asked An Ning to follow him. An Ning had nothing to fear and followed the old man on crutches, walking further and further into the alley.

The old man next to him admired An Ning's courage.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?"

An Ning really didn't know what to be afraid of. What she believed in was herself.

"Hahaha! You're very brave."

The old man smiled boldly, like the hidden boss knight in the novel.

An old man and a young man walked for twenty minutes and arrived in front of a black door.

"We're here, girl, do you dare to go in?"

"Isn't it too late to ask now?"

An Ning's answer made the old man laugh and knock on the door.

There was a ding-dang sound and a response came quickly.

The black door opened in response, and a man in costume, when he saw the old man, became a little bit angry and said in a really friendly way: "You went out and pretended to be blind again."

"Why, I still have to tell you what I'm going to do!"

The man in costume opened the door and snorted coldly without fear.

"Huh! I'm going to complain!"

"Hey - don't, don't, don't -"

The old man stopped the costume man and begged to please: "Don't tell Haitang, why don't you think I won't go?"

His pitiful appearance was completely different from the old man just now.

The man in costume who opened the door was helpless by the old man, so he had to warn: "If you go again, I will tell Master Haitang."

"I promise not to go!"

The old man made his promise, and the man in costume moved out of the way, allowing the old man and An Ning behind him to walk in.

As soon as she entered the courtyard, An Ning discovered that the place was full of people in costumes, walking around in a hurry. The faint sound of opera singing came to her ears, and An Ning followed the sound.

In front, it seems to be a stage.

"Have you eaten? Are you hungry?"

An Ning was asked by the costumed person who opened the door. Before she could answer, two snacks were stuffed into her hands.

"Please give me some peace of mind. I still have a role to play. If you go there, someone will take care of you."

She didn't understand what happened to Anping. Seeing the man in costume hurried forward, she had no choice but to look at the old man beside her.

"Girl, please stay for a while. We will talk about the erhu later. I will go to the theater first."

At this time, the old man's face became clean, his clothes were changed, and he ran forward with his erhu.

An Ning, who had no idea what to do, simply followed the old man.

Soon, a messy opera backstage appeared in front of us.

The clear sound of opera singers, the beating of gongs and drums, and the sudden appearance of the erhu on stage made An Ning know that she was in an opera troupe.

As for what kind of drama it is and how the singing is, An Ning doesn't know.

Knowledge about this aspect is completely lacking in Interstellar.

The babbling sounds and unique rhythm fascinate An Ning.

Her head moved up and down involuntarily to the rhythm, and a finger was waving in the air.

"Begonia is here."

The sentence "Hetang is here" opens your eyes to the tranquility that you have closed your eyes to, the gorgeous Chinese dress, the delicate and heavy headdress, the unique makeup, and the special footsteps.

"What a nice view!"

Unable to help but murmur, Haitang nodded and smiled at An Ning, flashed a Peking Opera etiquette, and stepped onto the stage gracefully.

As Haitang appeared, the theatergoers in front burst into cheers.

"Island ice wheel first turns——"

An Ning didn't know how to describe that voice.

If there was a ceiling for singing, this would probably be it.

She looked through the gap in the curtains and saw that Haitang's every move was a show of drama, and every frown and every frown was full of love.

"Isn't she awesome?"

"Haitang? Of course, he is a famous actor, and these people below are all here for him."

"She's great."

An Ning listened to a play backstage.

At the end, there was thunderous applause outside, and An Ning also applauded. She really wanted to get to know the opera singer Haitang.

It would be a wonderful thing if we could record a few paragraphs and send them to the stars.

"Girl, why are you here? Let's go, follow me."

An Ning was called away by the old Erhu man who stepped down. She glanced at Haitang who was leaving at the front desk, and she couldn't leave her for a while.

"Coming."

An Ning followed the old man to the backyard, found a secluded place, and sat down to talk.

"We haven't introduced you yet. My name is Hu Dahai, old man. What about you?"

"Junior, peace."

"An Ning, a good name, a good name, don't people want peace and peace in this life?"

The old man muttered a few words with deep feeling and put the erhu in his hand on the table. The look of cherishment in his eyes was genuine.

"How much can I sell this old guy for?"

"Do you really want to sell it? I can see that you like it very much."

The old man touched the erhu with one hand and said openly: "People like many things in this life."

"You always have to trade something you like a little for something you like more, right?"

"Maybe."

Listening to An Ning's uncertain answer, the old man seemed to be relying on his old age, but he said in a not annoying way: "If you get everything you want, that's just a dream."

"But it's okay if you don't know."

An Ning smiled lightly, pointed at the old man's erhu and said, "Your erhu should be very valuable, but I don't know how much it is."

The sincere words made the old man laugh.

"You girl has a bad temper towards me. My erhu has been passed down for several generations. Even in the war-torn times, I didn't lose it. I can still sing with this thing."

"I don't know much about the specific materials. I heard from my grandfather that our ancestors were also opera singers. At that time, there were officials who liked our operas and rewarded them with gifts to make this erhu."

"How about...a thousand?"

The old man spoke tentatively, and An Ning hesitated whether to nod or not.

"Not for sale."

A firm voice came from the side of the two of them.

An Ning turned around, and saw a man whose steps were indescribably beautiful, and whose posture maintained a relaxed sense of nobility, as if an ancient nobleman or a prince had stepped out of the painting.

He is the second most handsome man An Ning has ever seen.

There will be an update tomorrow afternoon^-^
Chapter completed!