You, a house seller, come to make trouble?

After a while, led by the Client, Lin Yuan entered a large courtyard, over one hundred square meters.

The surroundings were entirely enclosed by a fence.

The courtyard was bustling with people, some sitting, some standing, and some playing cards or mahjong, making it exceptionally lively.

At the entrance of the house that had previously emitted a large amount of smoke, there was a large boiler, and the chef and his assistants were busily working.

Next to it, several bamboo couches were arranged, but these were not for sleeping.

They were piled with platters of cold dishes and pre-cooked meat dishes.

Looking at the dishes and the reactions of the mourners in the courtyard, it seemed this must be a joyous funeral.

Directly in front of Lin Yuan was the main entrance to the inner room.

Inside, a ritual altar could be seen, piled high with items for sacrifice.

Beneath the altar, a large rooster was tied, squatting there, trembling, with chicken droppings all over the floor.

Beside the rooster, a wooden coffin was placed, surrounded by wreaths.

In front of the coffin was a black and white photograph of the elderly person from when he was alive, and on the ground, there was an incense burner and a prayer mat for mourners to offer incense and pay respects.

Seeing such an environment, Lin Yuan also put away his previous flippancy, and the Photographer followed behind him, silent.

Led by the Client, they arrived at a small room.

Upon entering, they saw several elderly men sitting on stools, smoking, their faces filled with worry, with drums, cymbals, and other instruments scattered on the table.

Seeing the Client approach, one of the elderly men quickly came over and asked, "Xiao Cheng, what time is it? Where is the Suona Master?"

The Client gave an awkward smile, then turned and pointed at Lin Yuan: "He's here, he's here. This is Master Lin, who I spoke to earlier."

As soon as he said this.

The room instantly fell silent.

If it weren't for the thick cigarette smoke still drifting, one might have thought someone had pressed the pause button.

The next second, the elderly man exclaimed, "Are you kidding me? This is Master Lin? He's been playing Suona for over 30 years, but this Xiao Hu doesn't look like he's even 30 years old!"

"This..." The Client helplessly scratched his head: "He told me he was Master Lin, and I don't know what's going on."

Everyone looked at Lin Yuan with confusion and suspicion upon hearing this.

Lin Yuan also knew his arrival was a bit abrupt, so he chuckled and greeted them: "Hello everyone!! My surname is Lin, you can just call me Xiao Lin."

The few people looked at Lin Yuan's bright and sunny smile, and for a moment, they were all a bit uncertain.

After a moment of silence, one of the elderly men, who introduced himself as the Client's second uncle, took a puff of his cigarette and said with a serious expression, "Xiao Hu, are you sure you haven't made a mistake? We're looking for Master Lin, the Suona player!"

Lin Yuan chuckled and looked at the Client, explaining, "Uh, actually, I'm from the Fangbushengfang Real Estate Agency that you contacted earlier."

As soon as he said this, the expressions on their faces instantly changed.

Before they could speak, Lin Yuan quickly explained, "Don't misunderstand, I'm not here to cause trouble. I heard on the phone that you needed a Suona player, and it just so happens that I can play, so I came to help."

After hearing the explanation, the Photographer beside him was instantly dumbfounded.

He looked at Lin Yuan with an incredulous expression.

He thought he was here to fight with the Client, but it turns out he's here to play at a funeral?

You can even play the Suona? Is that true or false?

The netizens in the live stream were also stunned at this moment.

In most people's impressions, the Suona is outdated, a cultural heritage, and only the older generation plays it.

Very few young people learn it, as it's not like other instruments where one can become a music master in the future.

The ultimate destination for the Suona is nothing more than playing at funerals, but the problem is, how many people still hire Suona bands nowadays?

In short, learning this is a complete waste of time!

Therefore, in the habitual thinking of most people, it's impossible for a young person like Lin Yuan to play the Suona.

At this moment, the Client felt he had been played for a fool, his face clearly showing some anger, and he said excitedly in a low voice, "You, you... you're selling houses? My family is holding an important event, and you're actually here to promote houses!"

"Are you crazy!!"

The second uncle beside him also carefully observed Lin Yuan, frowning as he said, "Xiao Hu, this is no time for jokes. If you delay the important matter, it will be very troublesome."

"You said you came to help, but I want to ask you, where is your Suona?"

"Ah, this..." Lin Yuan's expression froze, he looked left and right, then suddenly remembered that although he could play, he didn't have a Suona.

He had come too hastily and hadn't thought about buying one at all.

This was awkward!

He could only reply with a wry smile, "I came too quickly. If it's not a problem, can you lend me one to play?"

Hearing this unreliable explanation, everyone's eyelids twitched.

The Client instantly blew up, fuming.

Are real estate agents so unscrupulous these days?

His elderly relative had died, and they were still coming to promote houses.

Looking at Lin Yuan's young and handsome face, plus his empty hands, they instinctively thought Lin Yuan was here to cause trouble and couldn't play at all.

Even if he could, he was probably just a dabbler.

The Suona, as the 'rogue' among instruments, is primarily known for its high-pitched and loud sound.

This also means that to achieve the ideal effect with the Suona, immense lung capacity is required.

At the same time, the control of breath is also very particular; it cannot be inhaled into the lungs like ordinary oxygen.

Instead, it's like in movies, where the breath sinks to the Dantian, into the abdomen, and then is slowly expelled.

Only in this way can one ensure that the breath doesn't dissipate too quickly, allowing for sustained playing of the Suona.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, a Suona Master can be identified by their belly alone.

But looking at Lin Yuan's small physique, he didn't look like a Suona player at all.

However, time was pressing. If the funeral music wasn't played soon, it would break tradition and prevent the elderly person from being sent off in time.

The older generation attaches great importance to such rituals.

Regardless of whether Lin Yuan was a dabbler or not, they could only try a desperate remedy.

After a few seconds of thought, the second uncle said, "How about this, I'll lend you my Suona to play. I wanted to learn it at the beginning of the year, but unfortunately, I haven't had time to learn it yet, so it's still brand new."

After speaking, he walked alone to a box, squatted down, and rummaged inside.

A moment later, he took out a black bag and walked over to Lin Yuan, handing it to him.

Lin Yuan smiled and said thank you, taking the bag steadily.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on him.

Especially the second uncle, who stared without blinking.

Lending Lin Yuan the Suona just now seemed like an unintentional gesture, but it was crucial for verifying whether Lin Yuan could play the Suona.

The bag indeed contained a brand new Suona.

Precisely because of this, the components inside were separated.

To play it, one first had to assemble it.

Although he couldn't assemble it, he had seen Master Chen assemble it with his own eyes.

If Lin Yuan truly could play, he would definitely be able to assemble it.

Conversely, he wouldn't offend anyone.

However, to his surprise, after Lin Yuan received the bag, he maintained a calm and composed expression, a slight smile on his lips, as if he didn't take it seriously at all.

He pulled open the red string of the cloth bag, opened the bag's mouth, and poured its contents onto the table.

Clang~~~

A pile of parts fell out.

Without a word, Lin Yuan picked up the Suona rod with his left hand and the Suona bowl with his right, fitting the two together.

He then picked up the Suona reed and inserted it into the end of the Suona rod.

In just a few short seconds, this series of fluid movements left everyone present stunned.