I started a senior citizen university after being unemployed, and I became the favorite of my uncles

At this time, in the trumpet class, Uncle Liao was holding the "trumpet" in his hand, which had suddenly changed and was disheveled in the wind.

The trumpet teacher looked at Uncle Liao with a smile: "Uncle, did you enter the right classroom?"

Uncle Liao was confused, "I don't know, why does this trumpet look different from the previous one?"

"This is a suona, not a trumpet." The teacher pointed at Uncle Feng who was leaning on the window and looking inside.

Uncle Feng held up a real trumpet and pointed at his suona.

Uncle Liao ran out happily to exchange it.

Uncle Liao didn't learn a musical instrument last semester, but Old Fu and Uncle Li were all learning one and urged him to learn one as well.

Uncle Liao has no talent for musical instruments, and his current predicament is the same as that of Uncle Feng who is learning to play the suona: neither of them can make a sound.

Even though Uncle Li's erhu playing is not very pleasant, he can make it sound with the same technique as sawing wood. Uncle Liao has been learning for so long but is still a "mute".

Uncle Feng was standing outside the trumpet and seeing Uncle Liao was like seeing a relative.

"Brother, we took the wrong bag. This is yours." Uncle Feng handed the bag over and patted Uncle Liao happily. "I'm from the suona class. My last name is Feng."

Uncle Liao looked at his enthusiastic new friend and felt a little overwhelmed. "Hello, hello."

"Now that we know each other, I'll treat you to lunch in the cafeteria." Uncle Feng said as he peered into the classroom: "Are you guys studious?"

Uncle Liao sighed and said, "It's difficult."

The two looked at each other and said, "It's not easy."

Teacher Qu stood at the door of the suona class. "Are you chatting? Are you planning to switch to learning the trumpet?"

Uncle Feng was shocked. "I'll go back first. Brother Qu in our class is very strict."

Uncle Li's intermittent voice came from the Erhu class sandwiched between the two classes, "Where is the excitement? Let me see, let me see!"

"Brother, bah, teacher, please don't block me!"

The classes that were learning musical instruments were in chaos, and Teacher Qu had to check the homework while it was still hot.

"Last time I asked you to go home and practice, how are you doing?"

Several outstanding students took the initiative to demonstrate.

Teacher Qu is famous for his sharp tongue, but his teaching ability is solid.

Except for a few other "poor students", the other uncles and aunts in the class can already play a short tune.

After listening to the aunt in the front row, Teacher Qu nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, not bad, it's like listening to heavenly music, and your ears are temporarily clear."

"I'll find a few more people behind me. I'll find whoever doesn't look up at me."

After Teacher Qu finished speaking, Uncle Feng looked up decisively and happened to meet the teacher's eyes, becoming the lucky one to be called.

Uncle Feng stood up reluctantly. He really wanted a skateboard to take him away from this "sad place".

He took a deep breath and blew as hard as he could into it. His face turned red from holding it in, but he still couldn't make a single note.

Teacher Qu looked helpless: "Check if your reed is properly installed. If you blow without checking, you will be suffocated and unable to make any sound."

After Uncle Feng checked and tested the sound, he gave the teacher a thumbs up and said, "God doctor, save my suona's life."

He raised his finger again, and the sound was "saved", but it was intermittent and could not form a whole.

After listening to it, Uncle Feng commented: "Why does it sound like music to others, but mine sounds like fart."

"Brother, don't say anything. I know what I'm saying is 'unbearable'."

Teacher Qu slammed the table and said, "Be serious and call the teacher during class."

"Next, Mr. Huang."

Uncle Huang was not as outspoken as Uncle Feng. He couldn't blow the flute well, and Teacher Qu didn't make things difficult for him. After pointing out the problem, he waved his hand and asked him to sit down.

Teacher Qu returned to the podium alone and said sadly: "Why do some students come to school to practice lung capacity?"

"Let's talk about how to blow it and how to blow it beautifully again."

"Some students need to practice more after returning home."

……

The day after Uncle Feng agreed to teach others how to skateboard, he received his own practice assignment - playing the suona for half an hour every day.

Before dinner, Uncle Feng tried it himself.

"I just don't believe that I can't handle a small suona."

He got ready and pulled out the kitten hiding under the sofa to serve as his "audience".

"Come to Qiuqiu, listen to Brother Feng play the suona for you."

This kitten named Qiuqiu was originally raised by Uncle Feng’s son. Because of a job transfer, his son had to share a house with someone else, and it was inconvenient to keep a cat, so he sent Qiuqiu back.

Uncle Feng and cats became brothers, and the cats also called him "Brother Feng".

Qiuqiu did have a good life with Uncle Feng. He ate well, drank well, and in two years he grew from a single kitten to a car full of kittens.

As a kitten, Qiuqiu also has troubles in his life.

Uncle Feng insisted on playing the suona for the cat so that it could be influenced by music.

But with Uncle Feng's skill, the notes he produced were harsher than fingernails scratching a blackboard.

His hearing was not very good and he could not hear the difference, so Qiuqiu, the "only listener", took on everything.

"I think I play the flute pretty well, don't you think so?"

"What are you doing under the sofa?"

"You're fat now, only your head can fit in."

"I haven't finished listening yet, why are you running?"

Qiuqiu ran away anxiously, dragging the cat bed with him.

Uncle Feng practiced for half an hour, ate his meal contentedly, and took the skateboard to teach his apprentice.

Uncle Huang and Uncle Liao, whom he met at noon, were chatting animatedly.

The two hit it off immediately. After chatting, they found out that they were both veterans, had lived in the same area, and even had similar interests and hobbies.

Uncle Liao’s army of cyclists who get up early and ride around the school ten times has added a new member.

On the other side, Xiao Wang sat in Grandpa Wang’s wheelchair, ready to teach Grandpa Wang a lesson.