闪乐

"Young master, be careful of the river water getting your shoes wet."

The accompanying servants followed closely behind, reminding him softly.

"No problem!"

The young man waved his hand, motioning him to back down, and continued to walk in front of the little red horse step by step through the clear and shallow river.

He was tall and straight, standing in front of the horse's head, his gaze was just at the same level as the little girl sitting on the horse.

"Little girl, I am the young owner of Jufeng Trading Company, Luo Zhan, can you borrow the bamboo flute in your hand?"

Looking at the cute little girl with pink makeup and exquisite decoration, who looks like a little fairy, he subconsciously softened his voice, and there was a little bit of starlight shining in his black and white eyes.

"Okay, here you are."

Su Qingluo's **** and bright eyes flashed cunningly, as if he didn't care, he casually threw the bamboo flute in his hand to him.

Luo Zhan's eyebrows trembled, and he caught the bamboo flute with both hands, carefully raised it to his eyes, and looked at it carefully.

Exquisite workmanship, fine texture, round holes and excellent timbre are indeed rare treasures.

"This bamboo flute, did you make it?"

He held up the bamboo flute, with mixed emotions, although he had heard Su Hu clearly explain in the small courtyard, his family's skills were passed down to the next generation, the youngest daughter.

It's still hard to believe that the little girl who is worse than blue is the five-year-old little girl in front of her who doesn't look as tall as the pony's tail.

"Yes, big brother doesn't believe it?"

Su Qingluo showed her cute little rabbit teeth, and her big watery eyes flickered. She looked like an innocent little girl, and asked slyly.

elder brother? !

When the young man heard the word "brother", he was obviously stunned, and there was a moment of confusion in the wind.

He is twenty-seven and has two sons. The eldest son is seven years old and the youngest son is three years old. They should be the parents of the little girl.

However, for some reason, the clear and melodious voice of the little girl echoed in my ears, and there was a surge of joy in my heart.

The little girl called her brother, which meant that he was not too old, and he could still pretend to be a young man for a few years.

Thinking of this, he looked at the little girl with a little more kindness.

"Little girl, is your name Qingluo?"

"Uh-huh."

Su Qingluo nodded her head lightly.

"Big brother likes your bamboo flute and is willing to pay a high price to buy it. Can you sell it to brother?"

Since the little girl called him her brother, in order to achieve her goal, Luo Zhan was very cheeky and black-bellied.

He grinned with a very amiable smile, calling himself an elder brother, and deliberately narrowed the relationship with the little girl.

"This flute is not for sale!"

Su Qingluo shook her little head, and before Luo Zhan stopped breathing, she smiled sweetly again: "Only send."

"Xiao Qingluo, big brother doesn't understand what you mean?"

Luo Zhan took a deep breath, and forced his heart back into his stomach, which almost jumped out of his throat.

"Wear the strings to know the sound, and use the flute to make friends."

Su Qingluo smiled meaningfully: "No matter who it is, as long as it can play this flute and attract a hundred birds to the phoenix, I will give this flute to him, and I will not take any money."

"Xiao Qingluo, do you want to..."

Luo Zhan is a veteran in business, blinked his eyelids, and seemed to understand the meaning of the little girl.

"The word bamboo rhyme is engraved on this bamboo flute, which is the symbol of my family's ancestral skills."

Su Qingluo smiled slyly: "As long as someone plays this flute and attracts a hundred birds to the phoenix, the flute engraved with the bamboo rhyme logo will be sold by the eldest brother."