Chapter 3639

Qin Wuyan turned pale with shock, ran over quickly, and helped the old man who kept vomiting blood: "Old man, what's wrong with you, old man?"

The blood on the corner of the wizard's lips poured down desperately, the flute in his hand fell to the ground, and the trembling fingertips pointed to the ground: "Flute, flute."

Qin Wuyan picked up the flute on the ground and handed it to the wizard: "Here is the flute."

"Blow... blow..."

Seeing this, Qin Wuyan had no choice but to pick up the flute: "Old man, I don't know how to play the piece you just played, let me play a piece that is somewhat similar to what you just played for you."

As he spoke, Qin Wuyan pressed the flute to his lips, and the faint and soothing music poured out from the hole of the flute, and the old man who had just been throbbing with anger calmed down little by little.

At the end of the song, Qin Wuyan took out a cloth towel from his arms, wiped off the blood on the corners of the old man's lips and beard, and cleaned the blood on the ground.

Seeing that the old man finally calmed down, he fetched water and helped him clean his hair, hands and face carefully.

The wizard stared at Qin Wuyan and asked, "Who taught you the piece you played just now?"

"When I was young, I was playing outside. I heard that someone was celebrating a funeral. I invited a troupe over and played it for seven days. I listened to it a lot and thought it sounded good, so I learned it."

"Do you know the rhythm?"

"I don't understand." Qin Wuyan was a little shy: "The family is poor, but everyone in the village can play the flute and the erhu, and some people even play a tune with two leaves. At that time, they thought that the tune would relieve the illness of the younger brother at home, so they chopped it down. I made a bamboo flute from a piece of bamboo, and learned..."

wizard:"......"

Good boy, you have learned all the requiem songs without a teacher. Although you have never learned rhythm and music, your talent and learning ability are amazing.

The wizard asked again: "Do you understand the tune that the old man played just now?"

Qin Wuyan shook his head: "I don't understand, but I remembered something..."

wizard:"......"

The sorcerer casually threw the flute back to him again: "Then play it for me."

Qin Wuyan's mind echoed the tune he heard just now, he pressed the flute to his lips, closed his eyes, and began to play it attentively.

In the entire library building, there was only the sound of Qin Wuyan playing intermittently. The tune was not melodious and melodious, even a little bumpy, but he managed to play the tune out of the original five points.

This was only heard once.

A person who doesn't know the rhythm can memorize the tune to such an extent, the memory is simply amazing.

If I hadn't predicted this person from the beginning, I would never have imagined that such a humble, polite and intelligent young man would have such a ruthless side in the future...

The end of the song.

The wizard took back the flute, stared at Qin Wuyan for a while, held the flute in his clean hands, and sighed: "It's a pity, hey!"

Qin Wuyan was a little embarrassed: "Did I play too badly? Dirt your ears?"

The wizard shook his head: "No."

After a pause, he asked again, "What books did you read today?"

Qin Wuyan narrated the medical books he had read one by one. The wizard suppressed the surprise in his heart, and asked him a few questions casually, and was answered one by one by Qin Wuyan fluently.

The wizard stared at Qin Wuyan for a while, and waved his hand at him: "Go, come here every afternoon from now on, and read the books on the first floor before I allow you to go to the second floor to read.

This library, the old man has the final say! "

Qin Wuyan: "..."

Qin Wuyan only felt that the old man's personality was too weird, and he didn't dare to ask why he vomited blood just now, so he bowed his hands respectfully and exited the library.