I Just Want to Copy Books in Peace

Du Caige could already see from Jiang Youxi's eyes that this little fresh meat regarded himself as an idol.

But he didn't understand that he had something to be admired.

Although it's really cool to make movies by yourself, people in this world don't know it.

Although I can carry many classic books and music, people in this world haven't seen it yet.

Although the original owner has a good skin and may have been an artist, he is at best a traffic star. What is there to admire?

He stopped thinking about it for a while, and didn't intend to delve into it.

So casually chatting.

As noon came, there were more and more guests in the teahouse.

The two also refilled their cups.

Du Caige only came to meet Jiang Youxi with a coping attitude before. After all, the other party helped him a lot, and he also paid the lawyer's fees for himself, so it's not good to refuse blindly.

After chatting for a while now, I found that this young man has a good cultivation. He has indeed read some books, and there are some shining points in his thoughts. It is really rare for the traffic niche students who devote a lot of time to practicing singing and dancing, and walking the path of trainees.

It is obvious that people who can rely on their looks to eat, but they are talented, such people are the most likely to make people feel good.

Thinking that Jiang Youxi might have to support her tired body after high-intensity practice, read famous books, and enrich her soul, Du Caige couldn't help but feel a little love for this person, thinking that if there is a chance in the future, she will support this person One, try to see where this young man can rise.

Somehow, the topic came to the owner of this teahouse.

Brother Du, don't you know? Uncle Huo, who opened the teahouse, is a senior in the circle. I remember that he should have had an intersection with you, right?

Du Caige was noncommittal. This Uncle Huo may have had an intersection with the original owner, maybe not, he doesn't remember anyway.

Coincidentally.

Jiang Youxi had just finished speaking, and just about to take a sip from the teacup, she suddenly stopped, her eyes surprised.

Soon he put down the teacup and stood up with excitement, facing behind Du Caige, suppressing his voice, and whispered, Hello, Uncle Huo!

Du Caige looked back, but it was a thin and energetic little old man with gray hair, in his fifties or sixties.

Wearing a navy blue gown and a fluffy northeastern hat. His cheeks are shrivelled and there is no meat, and his body is so thin that it can be scraped away when the wind blows.

What impresses people is his eyebrows, which are long and thick. When they reach the corners of his eyes, they hang down ninety degrees, especially like the old Taoist priests with immortal style on TV.

Under the single eyelid, a pair of small eyes are very agile, and there is no cloudiness at all.

Jiang Youxi said excitedly: Uncle Huo, do you still remember me? I'm Xiao Jiang. You came to our 'Huayu' to teach a class to our group of trainees!

Uncle Huo nodded lightly and responded lightly, Remember. Don't stand, sit.

Jiang Youxi sat down embarrassedly.

Uncle Huo sat down beside Du Caige and raised his hand to call the waiter.

The waiter smiled and said, Boss, is it the same as usual?

Uncle Huo tapped on the table with his knuckles, I'll change the taste today and take out those Jin Junmei that I hid last year, it's almost time to drink it.

His voice is very magnetic, and his articulation is clear and rhythmic. Whether he is a storyteller, an announcer, or a dubbing of film and television dramas, he must be a good player.

After listening to the order, the waiter smiled coquettishly and turned around. Uncle Huo turned to look at Du Caige without speaking.

Du Caige felt uncomfortable by him, bowed his head and said, Uncle Huo!

As a result, Uncle Huo shot like electricity, and he slammed his knuckles on Du Caige's forehead: What do you call me?

Du Caige was speechless.

Touching your forehead is also because you are old and your body is not strong enough to withstand the heavy blow of my knife that hurts 9999, or I have to fight back, Uncle Huo? That's right?

Uncle Huo was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, You call me Uncle Huo? You don't admit it?

What account? Seeing that he couldn't escape, Du Caige had to say, I'm sorry, Uncle Huo, I was ill before and lost my memory.

Uncle Huo turned to Jiang Youxi and complained, Listen, listen, does this sound like human words!

One is an idol, an immortal figure in the circle; the other is a super celebrity in the circle. Both sides can't afford to offend, Jiang Youxi can only touch her nose embarrassingly, and dare not pick a side.

Uncle Huo looked at Jiang Youxi and said, At that time, he made a bet with me, and he lost the bet. He promised to call me godfather in the future, and then he would write a song for me. As a result, there has been no movement for several years. Today I saw, hey, this guy has actually caught himself, so he rushed over to get the best tea for his dry son, and by the way, when will the song be given to me. As a result, you see, people told me that he lost his memory That's it. It's good to have amnesia. If you have amnesia, you can clean up everything!

Du Caige was said to be unpleasant, and there was a fever on his face.

This is the original owner's fault again, what does it have to do with him?

Looking at Uncle Huo again, with that white hair, in terms of age, it is indeed enough to be his own father.

What's the deal with this old man? It's just that some of them can't hold their faces and call them godfather.

He said, My dad passed away before...

I know, it's not like I didn't go when the body said goodbye, the old man Huo interrupted him, staring at him sharply, I don't care if you have amnesia, I will ask you, this godfather, do you recognize it?

After hesitating for a long time, Du Caige finally made up his mind. Since he had already decided to inherit the cause and effect of the original owner, this godfather... must be recognized.

Godfather!

The old man Huo immediately smiled, Good son!

After a pause, he straightened his face again, Where's the song?

Du Caige asked tentatively, Godfather, what song do you want me to write?

It's for me in this shop, Chinese classical music. Old Man Huo said lightly.

Du Caige smiled bitterly and said, You really gave me a problem.

Old man Huo tapped the table with his knuckles, If it's not difficult, why are you looking for you?

At this time, the waiter came over with a small clay pot, and used kung fu tea props to make a pot of Jin Junmei for them.

Smells fragrant, refreshing.

Du Caige thought quickly, the original master was studying the folk music department of the Modu Conservatory of Music, and the original master's father, according to the scene in his memory, seems to have a great relationship with folk music.

Perhaps the original owner's father was an expert in folk music.

This can also explain why a big celebrity in a circle like Old Man Huo would come to attend the farewell of the original owner's father, because Old Man Huo is likely to have an intersection with the original owner's father, or even familiar with it.

After thinking about this, you can understand why old man Huo had to assign such an assignment to the original owner.

Write a Chinese classical piece.

This is likely to replace the original owner's father to assess the original owner.

So Du Caige nodded slowly: I actually have some inspiration, give me some time and I will figure it out.

In fact, he now has a complete set of songs, and there are more than one, but he just doesn't want to be too high-profile.

Have some inspiration? The old man Huo squinted at him, his thick and long eyebrows gave people a lot of pressure, If there is inspiration, there should be some clips. Don't talk nonsense, get two paragraphs to listen to. Yes. A mule is a horse, take it out for a walk.