C537 Irish Whistle
The old man didn't stop Shen Yi from massaging her shoulders and started to get closer to her. At first, he did not want to bother with such obvious words, but he could not help but feel that Shen Yi's massage was comfortable. Han Chung also massaged comfortably and unknowingly began to respond to Shen Yi's words.
"Grandpa, you have worked so hard here for so long."
"It's okay. I am used to it."
Shen Yi looked at the wooden block that had just been built and asked curiously, "I think it looks familiar. Do you want to make a harp?"
The old man tilted his head and looked at her. "Do you know how to play?"
"No." Shen Yi shook her head very honestly and praised, "Irish harp culture is very long. I think it is very interesting. In the future, when you have the chance, you can learn it."
The old man smiled, "Why wait for the future? You can learn it now too."
Shen Yi looked at Han Chung and found that Han Chung was also looking at her. Shen Yi thought for a while before saying, "My studies have not been completed yet. I also want to act. I don't want to give up on the piano. I can only learn it when I have some free time."
"You know how to play the piano?"
"I know a little, but I don't play well."
The old man was obviously interested. He slightly turned his body and looked at her, "What kind of music do you usually play?"
"I play everything. My memory is better. I remember a lot."
The old man picked up a few of the more unpopular piano pieces. Other than the songs that were too biased, Shen Yi could basically speak a few sentences. The old man smiled and nodded. "How old are you this year?"
"Almost 18."
The old man said, "You are not yet an adult. That is not bad." The old man asked again: "How's your academic performance? English is very good. Don't you have any plans to study abroad? You can try to study in Ireland. San San Yi University should be very suitable for you "
San San is a famous university in the world. It is located in Dublin, the capital of Ireland. It is the best university in Irish. The old man said that Shen Yi could come to San San Yi because he was satisfied with Shen Yi.
Shen Yi smiled and replied, "I just received the acceptance letter from the domestic film academy a while ago. San San Yi Academy might not be able to come anymore. However, my partner and I visited San Yi's old library yesterday and saw tens of thousands of precious books and the ancient Book of Kyle. We also observed Bryan Bolde's harp at a close distance. It was very beautiful."
The old man was very satisfied with Shen Yi's neat and tidy narration. Not to mention the child's musical attainment. At least this clear and detailed narration made people feel that she was sincerely praising San San Yi Academy. As an Irish, hearing such words, there was no way that he could not like her.
"Yes, San San's Library is a very famous library with a long history. I used to go borrow books" He naturally ignored the fact that Shen Yi had deliberately mentioned Han Chung. There was no other way. People who did not speak English could not bring them along even if they wanted to.
"But apart from the harp, there is also a simple and easy to learn instrument in Ireland. A busy child like you should like it."
Shen Yi felt that the following words were definitely the main point. It was worth knocking on the blackboard to circle it.
"Irish Whistle is a very interesting little instrument. It is very easy to learn." The old man said.
Shen Yi felt that she needed to increase the favorability level again. "Is it the Whistle used in 'Irish Morning Wind'?"
Even know about 'Irish Morning Wind'? The old man felt that the more he looked at Shen Yi, the more surprised he was. He could not help but like her in his heart.
An old family like him liked children who were diligent and studious the most. It had nothing to do with the border or the language. As long as they had a diligent and diligent heart, he did not mind opening a convenient door for them. As for children like Shen Yi who loved Irish culture, he liked them even more. After all, in the aspect of patriotism, foreign children liking their own culture was a form of recognition for him. No matter what kind of situation he was in. There was always a sense of pride.
He propped himself up on his knees and said, "Let's go, I'll give you a little something."