Not long after Feng Jun left, Zhang Xinghu ran back to Han Dong's room excitedly.
"That was Manager Feng just now?"
Han Dong was surprised, "Didn't you already say hello?"
"I just want to ask... do you know him well?"
"Okay."
Han Dong casually said something perfunctory, and began to fiddle with the waste lamp again.
Zhang Xinghu looked puzzled, "What are you using this for?"
"I want to make an Irish piccolo."
Zhang Xinghu sneered, "Why don't you just buy it? It doesn't cost much."
Han Dong stopped what he was doing, and looked at Zhang Xinghu with a haughty and arrogant expression.
"Is this called art?"
Zhang Xinghu scoffed, tinkering with some junk all day long, is it still art? I think you are idle!
"Go, go, don't make trouble here if you don't understand."
Zhang Xinghu had to go out, so he went back to his room to change clothes.
Han Dong accidentally saw the data map on the Internet, studied it for several days, and finally started working today. First use a ruler to measure the distance, and then carefully drill the holes... After working until midnight, a bright white piccolo was finally made.
It looks decent, but I don't know how it blows.
Han Dong wanted to try it, but he was a little apprehensive when he thought of someone sleeping next to him.
It's strange to say that Han Dong has been here for three or four days, and he has never seen the buddy next to him come out. In the past two days, Han Dong was idle in the house raising his butt, and occasionally heard slight movements from the next door, but he never saw the door open.
Not knowing if it was intentional, Han Dong picked up the flute in the middle of the night to test the sound.
At the beginning, I chose a very sensational song - "Titanic".
Han Dong tried to blow it, and the tone was quite crisp, but the treble was a little off. After a little repair, it felt much better. Near the end, Han Dong heard movement in the next room, but it disappeared soon after.
So, Han Dong played from "Titanic" to "Song of Heroes" and then to "Are you okay as a mistress"... one song after another, until he played the best "Happy New Year", and finally came from the next door. Rubbing footsteps.
Soon, the door rang.
"You made me fall asleep."
Han Dong put down his piccolo and looked up at the person at the door. With a noble face, there are many strong fortunes in life, but no star luck. But this is unavoidable, the faces of the public in the entertainment industry are withdrawn and unsociable, so it's no wonder they can become popular!
"Brother, you finally showed up." Han Dong sighed.
Yu Ming still said: "You made me fall asleep because of your noise."
"I know."
"Know that you still blow?"
Han Dong said in a generous tone, "I just want you to come out and get some air."
"Boring." Yu Ming walked back with a cold face.
Han Dong called again: "Hey, are you going back so soon?"
Yu Ming ignored him.
"If you go back to the house, I will continue to blow."
Yu Ming stopped in his tracks, and asked Han Dong in a cold voice, "What exactly do you want?"
"I just want you to stay outside."
"Why?"
"I'm afraid you'll hold back."
Yu Ming said three words indifferently: "You are sick."
Han Dong was indeed sick, the more people hated him, the more he got close to them.
"Don't you think the sound of the flute is very melodious? Don't you think it's better to sleep with it?"
Yu Ming finally responded, "I'm a dancer."
"What happened to the dancers?"
"Whenever I hear music, I can't help but want to dance."
"Pfft—" Han Dong thumped the bed wildly, "When I was playing just now, you wouldn't have been dancing in the room all the time, right? Hahahahahahahahahahaha..."
Han Dong had already laughed like this, but Yu Ming was still expressionless.
"It's up to you." Yu Ming went back to the room by himself.
Han Dong secretly slandered: Why is this guy more perverted than me