The houses here are all old houses, tile houses, which are very old.

But the cleaning was pretty clean, and Song Jing could barely stay there.

If you live, of course, a few celebrities will sleep together. When Song Jing wanted to say something to Wu Yuehan, Jiang Yuxiang also lived with them. Some words are naturally not suitable for saying them. Moreover, it seems that Wu Yuehan doesn't seem to have any special feeling.

Now Song Jing no longer believes that there will be any illusion on her, she has a kind of intuition.

There is something wrong with that old man.

But at present, there are no signs of UCT. If there is any problem, it is just that Song Jing thinks so unilaterally. She probably has some problems. She can only think about some things and slowly fall asleep.

When she was about to fall asleep, she seemed to remember a sentence.

"Do you know what material is the best drum made of?"

***

When I woke up early the next morning, several celebrities were about to start studying hard.

There is only one teacher, and five people to learn.

Although I was in a team before, my grades were determined according to my respective learning progress.

The old man is named Wang Qingshan. He is a famous local Qiang Drum Master. The sound of drums he beats is heavy and loud, and there is also a unique sound of clear water drops. It is difficult to describe in detail, but it sounds nice.

The next morning he wrote a paragraph while teaching, which was indeed amazing. Even Song Jing had to sigh that he was indeed capable.

But it doesn't prevent her from feeling strange.

Especially she noticed that Wang Qingshan's house was filled with drums.

His drums were arranged in a variety of ways, but the drums he played this morning were taken from the top row.

Song Jing noticed that the row of drums were big and small, with five sides, one side was huge, and the other four sides were small drums.

The difference is that Wang Qingshan cherishes them very much. Even when he takes them down and plays, he carefully wipes off the dust on it. When he puts it back, he is extremely careful.

He didn't care much about the remaining drums, so he picked a few drums from them for Song Jing and the others.

But no matter how Song Jing and the others tapped, the sound quality of the tapped was far from what the old man tapped.

The morning is boring time to learn drums. Except for the stars themselves making jokes in the middle, this kind of life is actually very boring.

But everyone is not really here to learn drums, just to promote this culture and then record a program. Besides, they are still very happy to learn.

Song Jing was also absent-mindedly beating the drum.

In fact, she was very interested in the five-sided drums that the old man hung on the top, and she wanted to touch them.

Those five drums must be different.

Song Jing was always a brave man. After practicing at noon, she went to Wang Qingshan directly and looked smiling: "Master."

She pointed to the five-sided drums: "I see these drums are different. Can I practice one of them in the afternoon?"

Wang Qingshan suddenly turned his head to look at her. His eyes were already sunken, and his eyes were very large. When he looked at people, he always felt indescribable gloom. Black spots had appeared on the edge of his eyes. He looked at Song Jing and did not make a sound for a long time.
Chapter completed!