This star is wrong

Chapter 86

The grandfather of the owner of the piano shop lives in Ningyuan District, in a chic small western-style building.

Decades ago, this place used to be a concession, so the small western-style buildings here have a glorious past.

Fang Xing stood in front of the big black iron gate. After seeing the house number clearly, he rang the doorbell a few times.

Not long after, a nanny came out to answer the door.

The nanny asked through the iron gate, "Who are you looking for?"

Fang Xing held up his business card and replied, "We're looking for Mr. Liao Dexiang."

"Aren't you the one the little boss said on the phone? Come in."

After speaking, the nanny opened the big iron door and let Fang Xing and the two of them go in.

There is also a yard in front of the small western building.

At this time, there was an old man drinking tea sitting in the shed in the yard.

The old man looked more than 60 years old, hale and hearty, and not old.

Seeing a guest coming in, Liao Dexiang stood up and said hello, "Are you the one introduced by Lao Liang?"

"Yes, my name is Fang Xing, and she is Lu Xiang'er. We have a broken violin. Mr. Liang introduced us here, and I want the old man to see if it can be repaired."

"Come in with me."

After speaking, Liao Dexiang led the two of them into a studio on the first floor of the small bungalow.

In this studio, there are many violin parts, and there are several exquisite violins, violas and cellos in glass cabinets.

Usually luthiers make not only one type of violin, but violins, violas, and cellos.

Looking at the violins displayed in the glass cabinet, they should be handmade by the old man.

Liao Dexiang pointed to the work table in the middle and said, "Put it here."

Lu Xianger hurried up, took out the violin, and put it on the table.

Liao Dexiang frowned when he saw the violin with its head broken, and said dissatisfiedly, "How did it break like this?"

Common problems with violins are usually due to problems such as moisture, which cause the violin to deform and bend.

Or the strings are broken, or the bow is broken.

It's rare to see a broken headstock like this.

It is not treated with violence, and generally it will not be broken like this.

Fang Xing quickly explained: "I interrupted when I was catching the thief."

Mr. Liao Dexiang frowned even tighter: "You still use the violin to catch thieves?"

Lu Xiang'er hurriedly explained: "No, it was the thief who snatched my piano and beat him and interrupted."

After hearing this, Liao Dexiang was not so angry: "If this is the case, I can't blame you, let me take a look first."

He flipped through it twice, then let out a light snort.

"Who does this piano... belong to?" Liao Dexiang looked at the two and asked.

Lu Xianger pointed to herself: "Mine."

Liao Dexiang continued to ask: "Who gave it to you?"

"This one……"

Lu Xianger was a little hesitant, not really wanting to answer this question.

Liao Dexiang continued: "I am willing to repair this violin, because this is the violin I made, and I still remember who I gave it to. What's your name, little girl?"

When Lu Xianger heard that the violin was made by the old man in front of him, his eyes widened and he replied, "I...my name is Lu Xianger."

Liao Dexiang nodded slowly, and sighed: "I see, you are Lao Lu's granddaughter, right?"

"Old man, do you know my grandfather?" Lu Xiang'er widened her eyes again.

Liao Dexiang chuckled, and said: "That happened more than ten years ago, Lao Lu said he wanted to prepare a birthday present for his granddaughter, and asked me for a piano.

"I was already retired at that time, and making violins was only based on fate. Your grandfather asked me several times, so I had no choice but to choose a violin for him.

"I didn't expect that more than ten years have passed in a flash, hey..."

When Lu Xianger heard these words, mist rose in his eyes, and he pursed his lips and did not speak.

The old and the young had a tacit understanding and did not continue to mention Lu Xiang'er's grandfather.

Fang Xing could also guess that Lu Xiang'er's grandfather must have passed away.

No wonder she cried so sadly when the violin was broken. It turned out to be a birthday present from the elders.

"Girl, I can repair this piano, just be slow." Liao Dexiang's tone became more kind when he learned that the person in front of him was the granddaughter of an old friend.

"Thank you, Grandpa Liao." Lu Xiang'er hurriedly thanked.

"You're welcome, I made this violin in the first place, even if it's an ordinary customer, I'll help you fix it." Liao Dexiang smiled and continued to check the violin.

Lu Xiang'er hurriedly added: "Grandpa Liao, I hope it will remain the same, even if the sound quality is worse, or it can't be played, it doesn't matter, I just want to keep it well."

Liao Dexiang nodded and agreed: "Okay, I promise it will be exactly the same as before. Not only will the appearance be exactly the same, but the tone will also be adjusted to the original."

"Thank you Grandpa Liao." Lu Xianger thanked again.

Fang Xing then asked: "How long will it take to repair?"

"About a month. Repaint and let it cool for a while. Come back in a month, and it will return to its original appearance." Liao Dexiang replied.

"Thank you, Grandpa Liao, let's go back first." Fang Xing also thanked.

"Go, go. I won't give it away." Liao Dexiang waved his hand, took a magnifying glass and put it on his head, and began to carefully observe the damaged part of the violin.

After saying goodbye, the two walked out of the small mansion, and Fang Xing took her hand.

After going out, Lu Xiang'er realized it, and quickly withdrew her hand and hid it behind her back, feeling the deer pounding in her heart.

Seeing Lu Xianger's tense appearance, he looked like a frightened rabbit.

Fang Xing thought she was very funny.

"Let's go, find a place to eat."

"But I'm going home."

Lu Xianger continued to hide her hands behind her back, for fear of being seen by the bad guy in front of her.

He said he wanted to go home, but Fang Xing dragged her to the World Trade Center for dinner, and she followed him coyly.

After a few times of contact, Fang Xing discovered that Lu Xiang'er had the kind of personality that would not reject others.

If this kind of character goes out of social work, he will definitely hit a wall and be hit with a broken head.

Today is the weekend, and there are many shops in the World Trade Center Plaza holding activities.

The two found a grandmother's dish for dinner.

After eating, Fang Xing took her to wander around the World Trade Plaza, pointed to an ice cream truck and asked, "Want to eat?"

"I don't want it anymore, it's not good to eat too much sweets..." Lu Xianger shook her head.

Fang Xing stretched out two fingers to the boss: "Two ice creams."

Then, slip one of them to her.

Lu Xianger held the ice cream cone in a daze, she remembered that she clearly said no.

However, the ice cream is already on hand, and it is a waste to not eat it.

She put it to her mouth, and licked it lightly with her small tongue. The cool, sweet, and greasy taste wrapped around her taste buds, and a satisfied smile suddenly appeared on her face.

There was ice cream on the corner of her mouth, which was very attractive and made people want to take a sip.

At this moment.

A familiar melody came from the open space in front of the World Trade Plaza.

Clang clang clang clang clang...

It is the prelude to "Nocturne".

Lu Xianger turned her head and saw a street singer with a speaker and a microphone singing in the open space of the World Trade Plaza.

She reached out and pulled Fang Xing's sleeve, pointed to the singer in front, and said in surprise: "Someone is singing your song."

Fang Xing quickly pulled up the mask, lowered his voice and said, "Why are you shouting so loudly? I'll draw everyone over later."

"Let's go have a look."

As Lu Xianger said that, she walked towards the street singer.

Fang Xing looked at her excited look, and shook his head helplessly. Sure enough, women like to join in the fun.

The prelude to "Nocturne" attracted many passersby to watch.

The street singer picked up the microphone, looked at the lyrics in the phone, and began to sing: "A group of bloodthirsty ants, attracted by carrion..."

The catchy melody of the song attracted more and more passersby to watch.

Among these passers-by, some have heard this song, but some have not, and began to ask the people around:

"What's the name of this song? It's very nice. Can I find it online?"

The passer-by who had heard this song turned his head and said in surprise, "Don't you usually go online? This song is now available on all online platforms."

A passer-by took out his mobile phone and opened the Music Billboard to show him: "The music chart is number five... Hey, it's already number four, and it was number five this morning, and it's rising too fast. "

After the street singer finished singing "Nocturne", he held the microphone and said: "This song is called "Nocturne", and I like the arrangement version of this song very much.

"I want to make a song for "Nocturne". It is No. 4 on the Music Billboard Hot Songs Chart. Members can play it for free. If you like this song, please add it to the playlist."

At this time, a sand sculpture netizen passing by shouted: "He is a singer, what song is he playing? I want to hack him."

The street singer laughed, and said, "Hack him, please vote for him. If he is confused, he won't be hacked."

"It makes sense!" the passer-by replied loudly.

The street singer continued to sing: "Is there anyone here who can sing? Sing with me. Play Chopin's Nocturne for you, in memory of my dead love..."

As soon as this sentence came out, many passers-by immediately hummed along.

"Play Chopin's Nocturne for you, in memory of my dead love."

Lu Xiang'er also yelled a few words, very happy.

When she was at home, she was controlled too strictly, so like a bird out of the cage, she began to let herself go.

Fang Xing looked at her side face, a little lost in thought.

Standing in the dim light, Lu Xiang'er looked like a fairy in profile, and she was the kind of fairy who was a little dumb.

After singing, Lu Xiang'er returned to a quiet appearance, lowered her head and ate ice cream contentedly.

She felt that it was getting dark, so she took out her mobile phone to take a look, and said in a panic: "Oh! It's so late, I'm going home."

Fang Xing took a taxi and took her home.

In the car.

Lu Xianger sneaked a few glances at Fang Xing, couldn't hold back her curiosity, and asked, "Who is "Nocturne" to commemorate the love with?"

Fang Xing leaned on the seat, leaned closer and asked, "Why did you become interested in this?"

Lu Xianger pursed her lips and muttered, "I don't have one."

She took out her mobile phone, opened the Music Billboard, held it in front of Fang Xing, and said, "Look, "Nocturne" has really reached the fourth place, just one place behind Wu Junchen's "Young and Confused", are you really not excited?" ? Maybe it can surpass it.”

Fang Xing shrugged, he was indeed not nervous at all.

In the eyes of others, this is "Nocturne" and "Youth and Confusion" competing for the list.

However, in Fang Xing's eyes, "Youth and Confusion" is only delaying "Nocturne" from reaching the top.

Moreover, "Nocturne"'s top hit list is not the end, but just the beginning.

Before I knew it, the car arrived at Tianlan Wenyuan.

"I am home."

Lu Xiang'er opened the car door and got out of the car, turned around and said, "Actually... I am very happy today, thank you."

Before Fang Xing could answer, he ran away like a rabbit.

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