"Brother?" Lin Feng called for him and handed him the Chinese zither.
The bull sighed again, put away the Huqin, and walked out with his hands clasped behind his back. Lin Feng followed it silently.
He came to the farm house. Perhaps Lin Lingyi had recently fallen in love with popular music. Not only did the shape of the house change into a giant sound box, but there were also all kinds of musical instruments, record, frequency, and lingering music.
"Conquering Conqueror's Voice!" The bull snorted.
With no other way, Lin Feng had to change into a new set of decorations. The wall was decorated with paintings of Zheng Banqiao. The ancient music of zither and flute echoed in the room, and a pair of celestial couples played music on the wall.
The shepherd felt that the song gave him the f
