This star’s style is wrong

The grandfather of the piano store owner lives in a unique small foreign-style building in Ningyuan District.

Decades ago, this was a concession, so the small western-style buildings here all have a majestic past.

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

Not long after, a nanny came out and opened the door.

The nanny asked through the iron door: "Who are you looking for?"

Fang Xing held up his business card and replied: "We are looking for Mr. Liao Dexiang."

"Are you the people the little boss talked about on the phone? Come in."

The nanny said as she opened the big iron door and let Fang Xing and the two in.

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

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

The old man looked to be in his sixties, energetic and not senile.

Seeing guests coming in, Liao Dexiang stood up and greeted, "Are you the people introduced by Lao Liang?"

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

"Come in with me."

Liao Dexiang said and 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 the glass cabinets.

Usually luthiers make not just one kind of instrument, but violins, violas, and cellos.

Judging from the violins displayed in the glass cabinets, they should be handmade by the old gentleman.

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

Lu Xiang'er hurriedly walked up, took out the violin and put it on the table.

When Liao Dexiang saw the violin with its head broken off, his brows suddenly furrowed and he said dissatisfied: "How come it's broken like this?"

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

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

It is rare for the headstock to break like this.

If you don't treat them with violence, they usually won't be this bad.

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

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

Lu Xiang'er quickly helped explain: "No, it was the thief who snatched my piano and beat him, interrupting it."

After hearing this, Liao Dexiang became less angry: "If that's the case, I can't blame you. Let me take a look first."

He looked through it twice and let out a light sigh.

"This piano... belongs to which of you?" Liao Dexiang asked, looking at the two of them.

Lu Xiang'er pointed to herself: "Mine."

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

"this……"

Lu Xiang'er was a little hesitant and didn't want to answer this question.

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

When Lu Xiang'er heard that the violin was made by the old man in front of her, her eyes widened and she replied: "My...my name is Lu Xiang'er."

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

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

Liao Dexiang laughed and said: "That was more than ten years ago. Lao Lu said he wanted to prepare a birthday gift for his granddaughter and asked me for a piano.

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

"I didn't expect that more than ten years would pass by in such a flash, hey..."

When Lu Xiang'er heard these words, mist rose in her eyes, and she pursed her lips and said nothing.

The old man and the young man 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 she broke the violin. It turned out to be a birthday gift from her elders.

"Girl, I can repair this piano, just be slower." 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 quickly thanked him.

"You're welcome. This violin was originally made by me. Even if it's an ordinary customer, if it comes back for repair, I will help repair it." Liao Dexiang smiled and continued to inspect the violin.

Lu Xiang'er quickly added: "Grandpa Liao, I hope it remains the same as before. It doesn't matter if the tone is worse or it can't be played anymore. I just want to preserve it."

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

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

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

"About a month. It needs to cool for a while before repainting. If you come back in a month, it will return to its original appearance." Liao Dexiang replied.

"Thank you, Grandpa Liao, we will go back first." Fang Xing also thanked him.

"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 damage of the violin.

After saying goodbye, the two walked out of the small foreign building, and Fang Xing held her hand.

After going out, Lu Xiang'er realized what he was doing, and quickly took his hand back and hid it behind his back, his heart pounding wildly.

Seeing Lu Xiang'er's nervous look, he looked like a frightened rabbit.

Fang Xing thought she was quite funny.

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

"But I'm going home."

Lu Xiang'er 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 when Fang Xing invited her to eat at the World Trade Center, she still followed him coyly.

After several contacts, Fang Xing discovered that Lu Xiang'er had the kind of character that would not reject people.

This kind of personality will definitely hit a brick wall if it goes out of social work.

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

The two of them found a grandma's restaurant for dinner.

After finishing the meal, Fang Xing took her to wander around the World Trade Center again, pointed at an ice cream truck and asked, "Want to eat?"

"It's better not to eat too many sweets..." Lu Xiang'er shook her head.

Fang Xing stretched out two fingers towards the boss: "Here are two ice creams."

Then, slip one of them to her.

Lu Xiang'er held the ice cream cone with a confused look on her face. She remembered that she clearly said she didn't want it.

However, I already have the ice cream, so it would be a waste if I don’t eat it.

She put it to her mouth and took a sip with her little tongue. The cold, sweet, and creamy taste enveloped 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 tempting 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 Center.

Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang...

It is the prelude to "Nocturne".

Lu Xiang'er turned around and looked over and saw a street singer with a speaker and microphone singing in the open space of the World Trade Center.

She stretched out her hand and pulled Fang Xing's sleeve, pointed to the person singing in front of her, and said in surprise, "Someone is singing your song."

Fang Xing quickly pulled up his mask and lowered his voice: "Why are you shouting so loudly? We will attract everyone here later."

"Let's go take a look."

Lu Xiang'er said and walked towards the street singer.

Fang Xing looked at her enthusiastic expression and shook his head helplessly. As expected, women like to join in the fun.

The prelude of "Nocturne" attracted many passers-by to watch.

The street singer picked up the microphone, looked at the lyrics on the phone, and started singing: "A group of bloodthirsty ants, attracted by carrion..."

The catchy melody of the song attracted more and more passers-by to watch.

Some of these passers-by had heard of this song, but some had not, and they began to ask people around them:

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

A passerby who had heard this song turned around and said with a surprised look on his face: "Don't you usually go online? This song is now available on all online platforms."

Some passers-by took out their mobile phones and opened the Music Chart to show him: "The Music Chart's Hot Songs Chart is No. 5... Hey, it's already No. 4. It was still No. 5 this morning. It's rising too fast. "

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

"I want to play a song for "Nocturne", which will rank fourth on the music charts. Members can play it for free. If you like this song, please add it to the playlist."

At this time, a passing netizen shouted: "He is a singer, what kind of song is he playing? I want to blackmail him."

The street singer laughed and said: "If you want to criticize him, please vote for him. If you are confused, you will not be criticized."

"That makes sense!" the passerby 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 you Chopin's nocturne in memory of my dead love."

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

When she was at home, she was too strictly controlled, so she was like a bird coming out of its cage and began to let herself fly.

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

Lu Xiang'er, standing under the dim light, looked like a fairy, and she was the kind of fairy who was a bit silly.

After singing, Lu Xiang'er returned to her quiet appearance, lowering her head to eat ice cream with satisfaction.

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

Fang Xing took a taxi and took her home.

in the car.

Lu Xiang'er stole a few glances at Fang Xing, unable to restrain her curiosity, and asked: "Whose love is "Nocturne" commemorating?"

Fang Xing propped up his seat, leaned closer and asked, "Why did you become interested in this?"

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

She took out her mobile phone, opened the Music Chart, held it up to Fang Xing, and said: "Look, "Nocturne" has really reached the fourth place, just one place behind Wu Junchen's "The Young and the Flirty." Are you really not excited? ? Maybe we can surpass it."

Fang Xing shrugged, indeed not nervous at all.

In the eyes of others, this is "Nocturne" and "The Young and the Restless" competing for the charts.

However, in Fang Xing's eyes, "The Young and the Restless" is just delaying "Nocturne"'s climb to the top.

Moreover, "Nocturne" reaching the top of the hot song charts is not the end, it is just the beginning.

Unknowingly, the car arrived at Tianlan Wenyuan.

"I'm home now."

Lu Xiang'er opened the door and got out of the car, turned around and said, "Actually... I'm quite happy today. Thank you."

After speaking, Fang Xing ran away like a rabbit without waiting for a reply.

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