"Isn't it just a hanger? This one is both catchy and easy to understand, and it sounds much better than the model you are talking about. Ximen Chu rubbed his red nose coquettishly and said.

Duan Shaojun can only be silent, the model that has been sought after by countless people in later generations is not a hanger made of wood in the eyes of Ximen Chuchu, I have to say that the depth of the generation gap is comparable to the Namibian Trench.

"Bad guy, do you know any musical instrument?" Seeing Duan Shaojun's depressed appearance, Ximen Chuchu couldn't help but feel soft in his heart, his slender fingers as white as green onions played with the corners of his clothes, and he changed the topic with blinking his eyes.

“…… I can only play the flute, and I really can't do anything else. "Duan Shaojun wants to say that I actually know a lot of musical instruments, but the problem is that there is no guitar, no saxophone, and no drum kit in this era.

Although his music teacher thought that he played the flute well and should learn the flute from him, the problem was that in that era, the flute had become a term that could only be understood and not spoken, Duan Shaojun, as a hot-blooded man, played the flute closely, as for the flute, I was really embarrassed to learn to play that thing, it was too ambiguous.

"Really? Xunxiang, you go and get the Xiangfei flute in my room. Ximen Chuchu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked for incense beside him, who had changed into a maid's ring.

Xun Xiang could only sigh helplessly, and then glared at Duan Shaojun like a righteous policewoman looking at an old rascal, and then twisted her small body and quickly turned around and ran. After a lot of effort, he rushed over with a flute made of Xiangfei bamboo. "Miss, the flute is here, this is treasured by the master, miss, you begged for almost a year before the master gave it to you, do you really want to blow it for him?"

"Are you still worried that I won't be able to bite this thing with my teeth?" Duan Shaojun looked helplessly at this little girl who was generally vigilant against thieves, thieves and hooligans, and really didn't understand where this girl had so much hostility, didn't she yell at you last time when she saved your young lady? It's really good to hold grudges.

Duan Shaojun took the flute that Xunxiang's girl reluctantly handed over, and received it in his hand, only to find that this flute is indeed not simple, just the exquisite and exquisite lacquer painting on the flute, I am afraid that it is ten ** after the famous artist, and there is a thumb-sized piece of blue warm jade hanging on the flute, the tentacles are warm, rely on, I am afraid that this piece of jade alone is worth a lot of money.

After trying a few orders, Duan Shaojun took a deep breath and began to play. With the melodious sound of the flute, Ximen Chuchu seems to see a beautiful scenery of spring light, birds singing and flowers.

It is as if I saw a pair of lovers who met and finally fell in love, cheerful and lively, revealing strong affection and joy. But in the second half, the heart-wrenching depression and sadness made Ximen Chuchu cry unconsciously.

When the sound of the flute was faint, Ximen Chuchu reached out and wiped the already cool tears on his cheeks, and then broke free from the artistic conception of the music. "What a sad song, does it have a name?"

"The name of the song is Liang Zhu." Duan Shaojun carefully stretched out his handkerchief to wipe the blow holes, and handed it back to the hand of the little girl next to him who was still crying and looking for incense.

"Liang Zhu? What a strange name, could it be that there is some kind of allusion? Ximen Chuchu sucked his still somewhat sour nose and asked curiously with red eyes.

"It tells the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai who met and fell in love, were forced to separate, and finally turned into butterflies." Duan Shaojun nodded and replied.

"Tell me, I want to know." Ximen Chuchu's eyes suddenly lit up, a woman who was just beginning to fall in love, which one doesn't like sadistic stories?

"This is a long story of lingering speculation, sadness for those who hear it, and tears for those who know, are you sure you want to listen to it?" Duan Shaojun coughed dryly. His eyes fell on Ximen Chuchu's exaggerated bulge **** because of his hands clasped. This chick's figure is really good, and it seems that greed is not entirely a bad thing, at least the nutrients that this little girl eats grow where they should grow. Ahem...... I'm also a gentleman, why is my mind always impure?

It seems that in addition to becoming more tender, the side effects of crossing over have also increased exponentially.

"Yes, I love to hear stories like this." Ximen Chuchu's eyes were just bright just now, but now they are like two kilowatt incandescent headlights above the football field.

"I'm sorry, I just came back, this mouth is very dry."

"Looking for incense, why don't you go and pour tea for Duan Gongzi."

Drinking tea, Duan Shaojun told the famous ancient Chinese tragedy "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai", which had been completely compiled and matured until the 21st century.

Hearing that Ximen Chuchu and Xunxiang Na Huan were sometimes happy, sometimes tears rippled, and they couldn't cry. When he heard that when Zhu Yingtai got off the sedan chair to worship the tomb, the wind and rain were terrible for a while, and Liang Shanbo's tomb was cracked, Zhu Yingtai saw this, jumped into it desperately, and the tomb was immediately closed again, and soon, a pair of butterflies flew out of the tomb.

Ximen Chuchu couldn't help but look sad, tears rippled, Xiao Xunxiang kept wiping her tears, Xiao Yahuan, who has not graduated from junior high school at this age, seems to be mature enough, and she actually participates in such a love tragedy.

Seeing Ximen Chuchu's appearance of pear blossoms with rain that I saw pitiful, Duan Shaojun couldn't help but shake his head funny, and seeing that Ximen Chuchu's two sleeves were almost soaked, he took out a handkerchief and handed it over. "Don't cry, keep crying, others still think I'm wrong with you."

Hearing this, Ximen Chuchu became energetic, snatched the handkerchief with his hand, and wiped his tears angrily while widening his red eyes: "Hmph, it's your fault, who let you kill Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, it's really pitiful, and in the end, you can only turn your soul into a disc......"

"It's just, it's so annoying." Xun Xiang also glared at Duan Shaojun with hatred, as if he saw a heinous villain.

Damn, it's really unreasonable to be angry with others after listening to the story, but seeing her eyes that were so red that they were about to catch up with the rabbit, Duan Shaojun shook his head, let's go, let's be a big guy, don't worry about the little girl.

"It's just a story, it's hard to tell if it's true or not, you can't be so sad, right?"

"Who wouldn't be sad to hear such a story, hmph, I'm not the kind of hard-hearted person." When Ximen Chuchu heard this, he glanced at Duan Shaojun angrily. But soon, a bright smile appeared again. "Duan Gongzi...... What else would you do to eat? ”

"I remember we just had lunch not long ago, are you hungry now, miss?"

"No, I want to ask you if you have any refreshing and delicious dishes, I want to eat lighter in the evening. Have it? Ximen Chuchu shook his head and said.

"......" Duan Shaojun let out a long sigh, he felt that he was about to become a full-time chef for this beautiful snack.

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In the early morning of the second day, before the sun entered the window lattice, the energetic roar of the beast brother Gui was heard outside the door.

Duan Shaojun got up helplessly, hurriedly wiped his face and pushed open the door, and saw that the Ximen brothers and sisters were both staying outside the door, both of them were wearing convenient Hu clothes, but one looked like a human-bear Taishan, and the other looked like a cute little red riding hood. "The two of you are so early, it's just been a little bit of dawn, right?" Duan Shaojun wiped the corners of his eyes covertly, yawned loudly and asked.

"This dream confuses the old monk to go down the mountain to open a museum to practice medicine, and my sister and I have to help with it." Brother Beast Guigui also yawned listlessly, and the mouth of the blood disk was large enough to fit several fists.

"Since Duan Gongzi was rescued by that old guy and is familiar with him, how about you go over with us today to help?" Ximen Chuchu asked.

"It's okay, I also want to thank this dreaming abbot in person for saving his life." Duan Shaojun rubbed his eyebrows, he was idle, the important thing was that what he was good at was medical skills, first go and see how the old guy in the dream saw a doctor and collected money, and he could learn two tricks himself, so that he could earn money to eat in the future.