"Yufan, I really didn't expect that your flute was so good. Have you ever considered changing to learn the flute major? With your current level, you will definitely have a promising future. How about learning from me?" Fu Yisheng looked at Liu Yufan and asked excitedly.

If Mr. Fu's words were heard by those flute players and enthusiasts, I wonder how much I envy Liu Yufan. With Mr. Fu's reputation in the flute world, if he wanted to start a class and accept disciples, there would definitely be as many people coming to the north of Nanhai to become disciples, and countless people would come to the river to become disciples. However, after he retired from the affiliated high school, he began to recuperate behind closed doors and no longer accept students. It is really something that has never happened in more than ten years to take the initiative to accept a student like today.

However, Liu Yufan's next answer was somewhat beyond Mr. Fu's expectations.

"Old Fu, thank you for your kindness, but now my main focus is on the piano. I am afraid that I can't take into account both energy." Liu Yufan said politely but firmly. Although flute is also a hobby for him, after all, he cannot have both fish and bear's paws. Now Liu Yufan can only focus on the piano temporarily.

Hearing Liu Yufan's words, a hint of disappointment flashed in Mr. Fu's eyes, but he did not force Liu Yufan. He also heard about the rumors about this young man outside. Now Liu Yufan is in the affiliated high school, and his size is considered a celebrity, and his reputation is mostly due to piano. Mr. Fu naturally knew that compared to flute, piano is his real main business. The reason why he just made that request was to be happy and to have a temporary idea. At this moment, he saw that the other party did not accept his kindness, although he was a little disappointed. He was also happy with his firmness in his heart. You must know that the quality of concentration is essential for anyone who can succeed.

"Okay. But I still hope that you practice flute more when you are fine. After all, you have outstanding talent in this area. It would be a pity if you just throw it away. Do you know that when you just heard you play the song "Wild Brow" reminded me of me, a student." Mr. Fu said to Liu Yufan with a smile.

"Your student?" Liu Yufan asked curiously.

"That's right, he is now the director of playing wind music at Xinghai Conservatory of Music. His name is Tan Yanjian. Have you heard of it?" Old Fu asked with a smile.

"What? Tan Yanjian? He is your student?" Liu Yufan was surprised when he heard the name Fu Yisheng reported. He had also asked about flutes with the name Madi. When talking about famous flute masters in the country, he once talked about this person. Tan Yanjian, now teaches at Xinghai Conservatory of Music, is an extremely outstanding representative of the Southern School flute. He has rich emotional playing, melody and lyricism, and has a high reputation in the flute world. Liu Yufan did not expect that such a famous flute master was actually a student of Fu Yisheng. It seems that Fu Yisheng is really not simple.

"Haha, that's right. Xiao Tan is a good player among my students. When I heard your performance, I felt that the style of the two of you was a bit similar. When you saw him, you can have a good chat with him." Fu Yisheng said with a smile.

"Well, okay, Teacher Fu, I can do it." Hearing Fu Yisheng casually calling Tan Yanjian "Xiaojian" Liu Yufan, I felt very moved. This is the real master, but in China, if you dare to call Tan Yanjian "Old Tan" so casually, the person in front of you is probably the only one.

After chatting with Mr. Fu for a few more casual words, seeing that it was getting late, Liu Yufan got up and said goodbye.

"Why are you leaving now? Xiaofan, let's go after lunch, try my skills, and they are all done." When Liu Yufan was about to leave, Mr. Fu's wife, who was busy with food in the kitchen, hurried out and persuaded him.

"No grandma, there are still some things in our company. I will see you in a few days." Liu Yufan said with a smile. This old woman gave him a kind feeling. Seeing her, Liu Yufan seemed to see his deceased grandma, and a sense of intimacy arose.

"Haha, Yufan has something to do, let him leave. Xiaofan, you know your family this time and know that there are many things in your company. During this period of time in the affiliated high school, you will come over and take this place as your home in Beijing." Old Fu stood at the door and smiled and said to Liu Yufan. His words were very sincere. To be honest, he was very happy to see Liu Yufan. In boxing, Liu Yufan showed his understanding that this young man was not simple. Now that he actually saw him so good at playing the flute, Mr. Fu had a better impression of him. If he was ten years younger and his energy allowed, he really wanted to force this little guy to be his closed disciple regardless of the situation. You must know that choosing a master and a master also choosing a disciple. A student with high understanding is not so easy to encounter.

After leaving Mr. Fu's house, Liu Yufan was still recalling the experiences he had experienced over the past half day. It was strange to say that it was a casual act in depression, but unexpectedly there was more experience. God's arrangement was really wonderful.

Although I had just learned magical boxing and chatted with Mr. Fu for half a morning, when I calmed down, the troubles surged into my heart.

Dodging is not a solution after all. Sister Ya and Siying, the two of them kept appearing alternately in Liu Yufan's mind, which made him feel a headache. At the same time, he also secretly blamed himself for being greedy. With Sister Ya, he actually thought about provoking Siying. Now he has suffered the bitter fruit.

However, when recalling the situation at that time, Liu Yufan found that even if he gave him another chance to choose, he would still ask her without hesitation. After all, the feelings that surged from the bottom of his heart were not fake.

"Hey, who can tell me what to do?" Liu Yufan was sitting in the car and sighed in pain.

Inadvertently, his hand touched something hard. Liu Yufan turned his head and saw that it was the "Free Walk" placed in the passenger seat.

After a moment of heart movement, Liu Yufan picked up the box, opened the lid on it, and then gently took out the thin book.

"Walk free, haha, there are so many troubles in the world, who can be truly free?" Liu Yufan shook his head with some self-deprecating self-deprecatingness, and then opened the book casually. Although he was a little dissatisfied with the title, Liu Yufan still became interested in it when he thought that this book was written by the old man who created the magical set of Tai Chi.

"Everyone in the world says that it is uncomfortable, joy, anger, worry and thoughts disturb the mind; and ride the green cow and go freely, laugh at the world and walk freely!" A line of strong and free running script, as Liu Yufan flipped it gently, came into his eyes.

"Good words!" Liu Yufan couldn't help but exclaim. These lines of words were written so well that they felt like they were about to break out in their eyes! It can be seen how full the charm it contained!

Liu Yufan also had a little understanding of calligraphy, and knew that calligraphy had reached a certain level and emphasized a charm. A good character not only requires a reasonable structure and a sophisticated pen tip, but more importantly, the spirit contained in every stroke. As the saying goes, looking at a person, you can roughly see the person's personality and thoughts through a stroke, and some people can even see whether a person is healthy or sick.

This word fell into Liu Yufan's eyes, and was undoubtedly the most beautiful word he had ever seen. Looking at those lines, Liu Yufan's eyes seemed to be attracted by it and could no longer be pulled out.

There was once a plot in the novel "The Legend of the Gods" about a poem written by Li Bai. People in the martial arts world think it is a secret book of martial arts, but those people have been meditating for a long time but have not seen martial arts from those words. As a result, an illiterate guy saw the moves from the strokes of the words and practiced magic skills. Although the novel is a bit mysterious, it also shows that one is a person's spirit and unspeakable artistic conception can indeed be expressed through calligraphy. Not only that, some people can express it through music and painting. The so-called "skill is nearly like Tao" means this principle.

However, different people have different thoughts and different personalities. If you want to understand a person's spirit from one word, you still need to have spiritual similarities between the two. It is undoubtedly impossible for a person who likes Yan Zhenqing's regular script to understand Zhang Xu's cursive script.

At this moment, Liu Yufan was like this. Mr. Fu has read this book for decades, but he only read the words. Although he also thought these words were written beautifully, he could not understand the spirit of the Taoist, so he naturally could not resonate with these words. The Taoist said that he had a poor roots and probably referred to the "understanding".

But Liu Yufan accidentally saw this strange book. Although he had no chance to see the mysterious Taoist, Liu Yufan felt a wonderful aura from these words. The aura was like an introduction, slowly developing something in his personality that he didn't know.

After turning this page gently, Liu Yufan's eyes were soon attracted by the following words. Unconsciously chanting the above words and feeling the artistic conception conveyed by these words. Liu Yufan entered a wonderful and indescribable state, as if there was no other existence in this world except him and this book!

If the Taoist was here at this moment, he would definitely be surprised at Liu Yufan's current state. Because he had just reached the "sudden enlightenment" state in Taoism legend with just one book. Such roots and bones, such understanding are really none in a hundred!

I don’t know how long it took, Liu Yufan was completely immersed in the artistic conception of the book. The words were silver hooks and iron strokes, and they were as if they had a rhythm of music, making him unable to help but want to sing loudly or dance happily! (To be continued)!~!

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