Chapter 4 Blowing

Qiaoyue breathed a sigh of relief and ran away with a red face. Soon, he took Sun Shao's ring knife. Sun Shao drew a knife in his hand, cut off a bamboo that had long been in love with him, and cut off the extra part. Then he went back to his yard, took out a pat (a short knife like a dagger) from the room, and sat on the steps and was busy. In the previous life, his flute was a little famous, and he was easy to do things like a bamboo flute, and in this life, he also had a strong body. The strength of his physical strength was unparalleled by him in the previous life. Although the short knife in his hand was not as sharp as the knife of later generations, his progress was not inferior. In less than an hour, a green bamboo flute was born in his hand.

"You're bragging." Qiao Yue suddenly realized. .

"Blowing horizontally?" Sun Shao was a little disappointed. It turned out that he had been busy for a long time, but he just made an existing musical instrument and had no sense of accomplishment at all.

"Yes, young master, you used to like to blow." Qiao Yue touched her head puzzledly: "However, the horizontal blowing doesn't seem to be so long, and there are not so many holes. Young master, did you do something wrong? Do you still need a blowjob?

Sun Shao burst into laughter. It seemed that his flute and Qiao Yue's horizontal blowing was a little like that, but it was not a thing. He stood up, put his pat in the scabbard, and strode to the backyard.

The bridge looked at the piccolo made by Sun Shao, which was also a little strange. She took it in her hand and looked at it over and over again. She pointed to the bamboo film that had just been pasted on the blowing part and asked, "Aman, what is this? It seems that horizontal blowing is not horizontal blowing. What is this film for?

Sun Shao took the bamboo flute with a little pride, crossed his mouth, licked his lips, was full of breath, and blew the bamboo flute. Although the bamboo flute is done in a hurry, the tone is still good. The melodious sound of the flute flew out of the flute, and the cheerful rhythm made people feel happy. The youngest Qiaoyue listened, and her eyebrows were flying. If it hadn't been for her mother and wife in front of her, she might have danced, or the middle-aged Qiao Ying and the always stable bridge, listened to it, and her face was a little happy.

With the ups and downs of the flute, the worry on the bridge's face disappeared, and she smiled faintly: "So, I can handle it."

Sun Shao was a little sad. His exquisite flute sound was just "able"? The vision of this bridge is too high. In fact, he misunderstood. The bridge thought that the bamboo flute he made was played horizontally, and the horizontally played was just a musical instrument in the army. The rhythm was cheerful and majestic as the beauty. The music between the banquets was originally different. The horizontal blowing was not suitable for the banquet, but the bridge knew that he was good at military affairs, and he could probably only play some such songs, but he didn't think too much about it. To be honest, such a song can only be regarded as a wild tune for the bridge with elegance as beauty, and there are elements that can encourage him to give him a "able" evaluation.

Although the bridge saw Sun Shao still smiling freely, he was a little depressed between his eyebrows. He thought that his words hit him again, and he couldn't help but feel a little sorry. This time, Sun Shao is willing to accompany her to Zhou's house for a banquet. Most of them are still the elements of filial piety to her. Otherwise, with the sake of him and the three brothers and sisters of the Zhou family, he would not go at all. With this gratitude in it, the bridge was a little more careful and praised Sun Shao in a roundabout way.

Sun Shao soon heard it, but he didn't say anything more. He played a few more elegant songs in his opinion, which made the bridge choose a spare with her aesthetic vision. They talked about the rhythm. Of course, the bridge said and Sun Shao listened more often, but Sun Shao's ability to talk about the rhythm with her was enough to surprise the bridge. What's more, he could occasionally say some novel ideas. The more the two talked, the more speculative they became, and forgot the time for a moment. There are usually few people talking about the bridge. When Sun Ce was alive, he only devoted himself to fighting, and there was no mood to talk about the rhythm at all. Besides, he did not understand these. Later, Sun Shao grew up and was also as intoxicated with military affairs as Sun Ce, and had no interest in rhythm. For more than ten years, the bridge has been entertaining himself for most of the time, which is rare. There is a bosom friend, and my sister Xiaoqiao occasionally comes here, and she always doesn't forget to mention her Ruyi Langjun Zhou Yu or a few outstanding children, which makes the bridge very angry. Like today's scene of playing with Sun Shao, it is the first time in more than ten years for the bridge. If it must be compared, only the bridge family has not been defeated in those years. Before, the scene when I and my sister were playing the piano in the house was like this.

People are happy when they are happy, and the bridge's pale face rarely shows a happy expression. Qiao Ying looked at it, was happy in her heart, and hid aside to wipe away tears. Since the death of the bridge, the bridge has not been so happy for more than ten years. As Qiao Ying, who grew up watching the bridge and regarded the bridge as half a daughter, this scene made her sigh very emotional. She quietly called Qiao Yue aside and whispered, "A Yue, go to the kitchen and tell them to prepare more refreshing vegetables. Madam is in a good mood today, and maybe she can eat two more bites. "

"Alas." When Qiao Yue saw that her mother was so happy that she was in tears, she was also very happy. She hurriedly went there gently.

Time passed quickly. When the bridge picked up a tune for Sun Shao, he corrected a few tunes. It was said that it was noon and it was time for lunch. Qiao Yue led several servants and went upstairs with several food cases. After smelling the food, Daqiao and Sun Shao came to their senses. They looked at each other and smiled, put down their instruments, cleaned their hands in the copper basin, sat opposite each other, and cooked separately.

There are not many lunches. A bronze kettle contains soup mixed with minced meat, a plate of meat breasts eaten in the morning, a plate of green sunflowers, a plate of sauce, a plate of mustard, and then a bowl of rice.

Sun Shao was hungry. First, he took a sip of soup in the kettle, and then grabbed the rice and stuffed it into his mouth. Although there were chopsticks in the Han Dynasty, they did not use chopsticks to eat, but grabbed them with their hands and kneaded them into a ball and sent to their mouth. Good rice should be pinched into a ball, loosened and disconnected. When Sun Shao first ate this kind of meal, he was very unaccustomed to it, but after eating it for more than ten days, he could barely accept it. After swallowing a few mouthfuls of rice and cushioning his stomach, he then picked up the bamboo chopsticks, took the meat and green sunflower, dipped them in the sauce, and sent them to his mouth to eat. After a short time, he delivered all the food on the case to his stomach, put down the bamboo chopsticks with satisfaction, and patted his stomach.

"Mother, why don't you eat it?" Sun Shao saw that the food in front of the bridge was basically unmoved, and he couldn't help asking with some surprise.

Daqiao just drank a few mouthfuls of soup and ate two mouthfuls of rice. Part of this was partly because she was in a good mood. Looking at Sun Shao's wolfing up her good appetite, but that's all, she basically didn't move the food Qiao Ying asked people to prepare.

"I'm full." The bridge put down the bamboo chopsticks and said lightly.

Sun Shao took a look at the food case in front of the bridge and understood it. He is in good health, has a good appetite, and eats delicious food, so he is not too picky about the taste of these dishes, but the bridge is different. She is in a bad mood, her body is weak, and her appetite is naturally poor, and the things in front of him are obviously not suitable for patients like her to eat. It is normal to eat less. Among other things, it's hard for him to swallow the rice one by one, let alone the bridge.

"Madam, you can take two more bites." Qiao Ying looked at the bridge sadly.

Daqiao looked at Qiao Ying gratefully and smiled silently: "I know it's your kindness, but I really can't eat it. Let's withdraw."

"Madam, you only ate a little. How can it be enough? You have to go to Zhoufu tomorrow. If you don't eat more, how can you have strength at that time?" Qiao Ying begged.

"I really can't eat anymore." The bridge waved her hand feebly, and her face became paler and paler. Seeing these breasts made her feel vomit.

Qiao Ying wanted to wait for advice, but when she saw that the bridge looked exhausted, she couldn't bear to say anything more. She just looked at the unmoved food on the food bill and was worried. At this moment, Sun Shao stood up and said, "Aunt Qiao, if your mother doesn't want to eat these, let someone withdraw first. Xiaoyue, follow me to the kitchen to see if there is anything else.

Qiao Ying looked at Sun Shao in surprise. Why did this young master, who usually never enter the kitchen, go to the kitchen today? Listening to his tone, it seems that he still needs to rectify some delicious food for the bridge? Not only was she surprised, but also the bridge and Qiaoyue were very surprised and looked at Sun Shao at the same time.

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