I know this ancient god

This erhu is so old. The handle was blackened by smoke and the barrel was cracked, only tied with simple twine; the horsetail bow was so thin and soft that it seemed like it would break if applied force. When you pull it up, the sound is as unpleasant as sawing wood, really like a throat hurt by crying.

However, the wind suddenly turned, like a strong wind blowing into the lake, causing ripples on the lake, and the man's erhu sound became passionate, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw, trying to survive no matter how difficult it is. .

"Good job!"

"Get another one!"

"Fuck!"

Along with the cheers, Wallis's watch kept making sounds: Alipay received two yuan, Alipay received ten yuan, and Alipay received one cent.

Wallis raised his eyelids to see who had tipped him a penny and who was paying off his sorrow.

Yes, he resigned.

That job cost 1,800 credits a month, which averaged out to only 60 credits per day, which was not as much as he earned playing the erhu for an hour in the square. The erhu in his hand seemed to have its own soul, always able to awaken people's desire for survival and the memory of the good life in the past. In just three days, he became a famous character in the square - Erhu Guo.

You can use three words to describe his erhu sound:

Hit the heart! Heartwarming! Tear-jerking!

Even famous figures in the erhu world may not be better than him, because no one understands how time has changed better than him. The confusion of hitting rock bottom and the indignation of unwillingness to fall are tightly wrapped around every midnight dream. He even felt suffocated at times.

Wallis let out a long sigh, and then started the next erhu performance. The long erhu sound is full of sorrow, and the strands of melancholy are constantly connected and drifting in the air like light clouds.

Crunch (broken sound)!

The audience, who were originally immersed in the sound of the piano, were frightened, as if someone had stabbed their eardrums with a knife.

Wallis looked down at the broken bow, and then said with some embarrassment: "Tiezhi guys, I picked this piano up from the trash can. I didn't expect it to be so unused that it broke in just three days. Can any of you lend me an erhu?"

Wallis's tone was filled with humility. He has resigned and must rely on this erhu to survive. He originally thought that he would change the erhu when he made money, but he didn't expect that the erhu would be unable to hold up so quickly.

His watch suddenly rang: "Alipay has received 8,000 yuan!"

Wallis was shocked.

Shenhao? !

At this time, a young boy who looked to be less than eight years old walked out of the crowd. He wiped his tears and said: "Uncle, the erhu you play reminds me of my deceased grandfather. I will give you all my pocket money today. You go buy a new erhu, and I will come here to listen to you every day.”

Wallis fell into a long silence.

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Some readers don't like me putting the extra chapter at the end of the text, so I might just write a separate chapter and post the extra chapter in the future. Hey, I can't rule out putting it in the author's words.