闪乐

The grandpa and grandson looked at each other, both showing gratified smiles.

"Grandpa, are you in a good mood today? What tune are you humming? Why hasn't Qingluo heard it?"

The grandpa and grandson walked to the stone table and sat down around the old man from left to right. Lin Qingluo stretched out his hand skillfully and naturally, and caught the old man's pulse.

"Um?"

A sweet "Grandfather" brought back his confused thoughts, and the old man opened his eyes from the good memories of the past.

"Grandpa is humming a song from decades ago. You are only so old, so you have never heard of it."

Facing his beloved granddaughter, the old man was a little arrogant, he raised his eyebrows triumphantly, and hummed uncontrollably.

"Great-grandfather likes this song, so he also teaches Qingluo."

Lin Qingluo smiled coquettishly, and said following the old man: "Qingluo has learned to play it on the flute, it must sound good."

"This song is a folk song from the Northland."

The old man was amused, and his cloudy old eyes shone with a rare brilliance: "Qing Luo likes it, my great-grandfather will teach you."

"Okay, Qingluo will learn now."

Lin Qingluo beamed with joy, took out the bamboo flute from the storage ring, put it to her mouth and played it softly.

The tune that came out was exactly the same as the old man hummed just now.

"good."

Zhen Guogong was in a great mood when he heard it, and the loving grandfather who doted on his granddaughter burst into tears. He couldn't help but patted his thigh and applauded loudly.

"Our family is Qingluo, and you can remember it after listening to it once. It's really Lan Xinhui's quality and unparalleled intelligence."

The old man was also happy with his beard, and the images of galloping horses and galloping on the battlefield when he was young flashed through his mind, and the tune he hummed suddenly became a little more rough and heroic.

Lin Qingluo smiled, held up the bamboo flute and listened attentively. After listening to a section, she continued to play.

"Okay, okay."

Zhen Guogong's eyes became brighter the more he listened, and he couldn't help feeling a little nostalgic for the old days.

When the old man was young, he also responded to all calls and led the army to gallop on the battlefield.

That feeling, not to mention how majestic it is.

"Qingluo, you didn't get hurt in the competition, let your father see..."

The joy of the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren was suddenly interrupted by an abrupt voice.

Lin Xiaoyang walked from Qiujingyuan to Zuishuangju, and from Zuishuangju walked around half of the Zhen Guogong's mansion to the courtyard where the old man lived.

The more I want to see my daughter sooner, the more I feel that the circle is a bit far away, and I feel sullen after walking.

After finally arriving at Qiushuangju, which is located in the most secluded corner of the mansion, he rushed into the courtyard in a hurry, without even thinking about it, he rushed directly to his beloved daughter.

"Injured? What's going on?"

The old man is not deaf, and when he heard the word "injured", his expression changed instantly, and he was in no mood to hum a ditty.

"Hi."

Duke Zheng sighed annoyedly, looked at his stupid son who was not winking, and wished he didn't have a crutch in his hand, so he gave him a good beat.

"Grandpa, it's nothing."

Lin Qingluo also sighed secretly, rubbing the bamboo flute in his hand, thinking about how to explain to the old man in his mind.

"Father You haven't told the old man about this yet?"

It was only at this moment that Lin Xiaoyang reacted belatedly, his cheeks flushed red.

"Sit down!"

Duke Zhen glared at him angrily, and signaled him to sit down quickly and don't stand in the way.

"Ahem."

Lin Xiaoyang coughed twice in embarrassment, and sat down at the stone table next to his daughter.

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(end of this chapter)