Chapter 4: The Pastoral Sound of Heaven ()

After Yuxuan returned home, he pushed open the room where the miscellaneous items were piled up at home and found the guitar at a glance. He lay quietly on a chair, and the dusty piano body showed how long it had been since no one touched it. Yuxuan walked over slowly, and a few knobs were scattered on the delicate head of the piano. After looking carefully, the whole guitar was intact except for the broken strings, and even the pattern on the piano box was clearly visible.

After getting the guitar, Yuxuan walked towards his room. Unlike the custard room just now, when Yuxuan opened the door, he saw the flawless curtains when he entered the room. Then he turned his eyes to the other side, the orderly table and the spotless floor. This made people immediately realize the character of the owner of this room.

As soon as Yuxuan entered the room, he walked to the bedside, picked up the glass pig placed at the bedside and walked outside. When he walked through the living room, he also lifted the guitar he had just placed there, opened the door, and went back to the guitar shop just now.

"Uncle, I'm here." Yuxuan pushed open the store door and said calmly to it.

"Oh, here we come, guitar..." The boss slowly got up from the chair and saw the guitar in Yuxuan's hand at a glance. His eyes that he couldn't open just now were so open that his eyes were almost coming out. He rushed over and snatched it from Yuxuan's hand. "Little boy, is this the guitar you mentioned?" The trembling voice showed how eager he was to know about this now.

"Well, this is my dad's guitar. What's wrong? Uncle, is there any problem?" Yuxuan saw the uncle's excited expression because the guitar could not be repaired.

"fender, the world's number one guitar brand, and this kind of acoustic guitar and pattern are right. It was launched by fender 20 years ago, and it was a limited edition. There were only two in Korea. I was lucky enough to grab one at that time. I didn't expect that the other one would be in your father's hand." The boss kept stroking the body of the guitar, and explained the history of this guitar to Yuxuan in the voice that had not yet come out of that excited mood.

"It turns out that this guitar has such a big origin, but, uncle, what I want to know now is whether this guitar can be repaired." Although Yuxuan was a little scared by this origin, he still wanted to know whether the guitar can be repaired well.

"Boy, you're lucky. If you take it to other stores to repair it, even if it's done... No, if you take it to other stores to repair it, those guys will definitely have no materials, and they just use that kind of garbage string to match it, which is an insult to this guitar. And I, a few years ago, broke the guitar when I divorced my wife. Now in Korea, your guitar is unique. Forget it, fate, let you find this, it's cheap, I'll take the string from my guitar and replace it for you. Such a guitar cannot be overwhelmed." After saying that, the boss put down the guitar in his hand, walked into the house, and suddenly turned his head and said, "Boy, wait here."

When Yuxuan heard that he could fix the guitar, the corners of his mouth curled up a little for the first time.

After a while, the boss walked out of the room and held a piano bag. When he walked to Yuxuan, he put down the piano bag. What Yuxuan didn't expect was that there was a piano box inside, and the pattern on the box was the same as the water pattern on his piano box.

"Boy, this box and the piano bag are all with that guitar. I really don't know how your dad can put this guitar outside like this. It's full of dust. Remember, this guitar cannot be wiped with other things, it must be made with special cotton cloth." The boss opened the piano box and lay a rotten guitar inside. Judging from the pattern, it was the same as his. The boss took the guitar out of the inside, touched it, sighed, picked up the tool from the side and prepared to dismantle it.

"Uncle, no need to do it. You like this guitar very much, don't remove it for me. In this case..." Yuxuan knew that he liked this guitar so much, so it was a bit cruel to ask him to remove it. So he was going to tell the uncle not to remove it.

"Okay, needless to say, my guitar is completely ruined, but the strings and buttons are still good. I can't let a good guitar drown under the dust because I am personally selfish. This is a shame for all those who like guitars, do you understand?" The boss taught Yuxuan a lesson in a very tough tone.

"Well, uncle, I know that good things cannot be overwhelmed by their own selfish desires. They should let them shine so that they can be worthy of such things. Is that true?" Yuxuan responded to the words in a very firm tone when the uncle said this.

"Well, boy, you're very much in my opinion. What's your name?" The boss asked Yuxuan while playing with the guitar.

"Oh, uncle, hello, my name is Jun Yuxuan, I am 16 years old this year." Yuxuan immediately stood up and saluted the boss.

"Oh, Jun Yuxuan? A very good name," the boss added another sentence in his heart.

The sun was sunny outside at noon, and in the guitar shop, Yuxuan sat next to him, watching the boss do something he didn't understand at all, but it could be seen that the boss liked the guitar, and wiped it with cotton cloth while working, not wanting to leave a trace on the guitar. The sweat on his forehead has never stopped, even if the air conditioner is turned on in the store, so Yuxuan can only help him wipe his sweat from the side.

After a while, "Okay," the boss wiped his forehead with his hand and looked at the guitar after changing the strings with satisfaction. He slowly wiped the dust on the guitar with a cotton cloth. This guitar, the favorite guitar in his life, was originally thought that it would never be seen again after it was broken, but who knew that he met this kid. Although the string was broken, the rest were intact. After changing his strings, it was still repaired. Now the whole guitar in Korea is the only one, and I am satisfied. "Give it, try it." The boss handed it to Yuxuan, sat next to him, wiped his sweat and watched how Yuxuan was about to play it.

Yuxuan took the guitar and when he met it, he didn't know if it was his own illusion. A kind of intimacy came from the heart. He tried to play a few notes and adjusted the syllables. The clear tone was not comparable to the guitar he used just now, but the song "what'sup" just now, but when he played it, he felt two completely different feelings.

"Okay, I thought the tone would be different after changing the strings. It seems that it has not changed at all, it is still so clear and so perfect. Boy, do you know what its name is?" The boss looked at the guitar with satisfaction.

"Name? Is this guitar still a name? Isn't it just a guitar?" Yuxuan was a little unexpected.

"Hehe, boy, this guitar shocked the world when it came out, and people gave it a name: 'The Sound of Paradise', do you know? Boy." The boss seemed to remember the nostalgic days back then, and looked at the guitar with confused eyes and said.

"Is the 'pastoral sound of heaven'? Is it because its tone is still the tone that can guide people's hearts. I had a very strange feeling when I played it just now." Yuxuan remembered what had just happened and tilted his head and said.

"You can also feel it. The sound from this guitar can be heard directly in the heart of a person, so it is used by people with the word "heaven". Boy, remember, don't bury this guitar in the future." The boss explained everything about this guitar to Yuxuan with a roar.

"Well, uncle, don't worry, I don't know." Yuxuan said a very firm sentence in a simple tone.

"Okay, you go, I want to rest." The boss looked at the boy, a mysterious child. Then he issued a banish order.

"Oh, by the way, uncle, how much does this cost?" Yuxuan suddenly remembered that he had not paid any money yet.

"Money? Hehe, boy, don't use money to defile this guitar. Forget it, it's useless to tell you. Take away the piano case and bag and give it to you." The boss said with his eyes closed.

"How can you do this? You take off the guitar you like and give me. Of course I have to give it to you, and I have to give it more, but I only have 30,000 yuan on me," Yuxuan looked at the uncle stubbornly. Suddenly, he thought of an idea, "But...why...why I'll come here to help you, I don't want money, so I can return the guitar money to you."

"Oh, is that? Yes, come here at 9 a.m. tomorrow," the boss said with his eyes closed.

"Well, uncle, then I'll leave, goodbye, uncle." Yuxuan put the guitar into the guitar bag and bowed to the boss, then turned around and walked out. While he turned around, the boss opened his eyes and looked at Yuxuan's back with a very satisfied look. "This kid is not bad."

Yuxuan walked on the street with the 'pastoral sound of heaven' on his back, feeling the feeling of the piano bag pressing against his back with his body, recalling everything just now, "You also feel it. The sound from this guitar can be heard directly in the heart of a person, so it is used by people with the word 'heaven'. Boy, remember, don't bury this guitar in the future." The boss's voice sounded in his ear. He looked up and looked at the dark sky. Don't worry, uncle, this guitar will follow me and stand at the peak.

"Dad, didn't you say you wouldn't come back tonight?" After Yuxuan opened the door, he saw his father sitting on the sofa in the living room. He was a little surprised.

And Junertai looked in his direction with a very surprised look, no, he should have looked at the guitar on his back, and said it word by word in a trembling voice: "Where did you get that guitar?"

"Is this?..." Yuxuan, who was about to say something, was interrupted by Jun Tai again.

"Is it the one in the custody room?" Jun Ertai still had the trembling voice.

Yuxuan looked at the father who had never seen him so excited and replied, "Yes."

When Jun Ertai heard this, he immediately stood up from the sofa, took a few big steps to him, picked up the guitar on his back, and slowly opened it. When he saw the piano case inside, his eyes seemed even more excited. When he completely opened the guitar lying inside, tears couldn't help but flow down.
Chapter completed!