Song Yaoyao: [Guagua, what madness has gotten into you this time?]
Guagua ignored Song Yaoyao and continued muttering:
*[No, no, I need to change it a little.*
*The first time you hear the suona, you don't know its sound; the next time you hear it, you're coffin-bound. Both ears shut out all beyond the coffin's side, your heart wants only to dance on the Yellow Springs tide. Party all the way to the King of Hell's hall, and never return to the mortal world at all.]*
Song Yaoyao: [Guagua, you're really not going to stop, are you?]
Guagua: [The sound of the suona simply moved me to express myself!]
Song Yaoyao: *[Where do you find so much to get sentimental about every single day?*
*Anyway, what's the story with that Old Sun?]*
Guagua: [Well, host, do you really want to know?]
Song Yaoyao: [Yes, yes, yes, I want to know.]
Guagua: [All right, I'll tell you.]
The screen above Song Yaoyao's head had already lit up, showing footage of Old Sun in his younger days.
Although Old Sun wore coarse hemp clothing in the video, his clothes were clean and tidy, and his hair was neatly combed.
Old Sun looked to be in his twenties then, and there was clearly nothing wrong with his mind.
It was plain to see that Sun Ganglie was a handsome man.
Guagua continued:
*[Old Sun's name is Sun Ganglie. He married once, and his wife died of illness when he was thirty.*
While his wife was alive, her poor health prevented her from bearing him any children.
*After she died, Sun Ganglie never remarried.]*
In the video, Sun Ganglie remained despondent after his wife's death. Whenever he felt low, he would take his suona somewhere deserted and play a tune.
The suona sounded utterly