"If it can still be like this, of course it's the best!"
Wu Yiyun's idea was exactly what Li Fang wanted.
He looked up, his eyes full of surprise and satisfaction.
Wu Yiyun got up and went out to look for the person in charge of this aspect in the tea room.
Of course, his idea was not a spur-of-the-moment idea. Since he knew Mr. Li's hobbies, Wu Yiyun would arrange everything properly.
To separate it like this is just to allow Mr. Li to get unexpected joy, which is naturally more satisfying than telling him all at once.
Walking outside the door, Wu Yiyun quickly found the manager. A few days ago, he had found the manager in advance and made an appointment with a professional guzheng player.
"Manager Zhang."
Wu Yiyun stepped forward. Manager Zhang turned around and saw Wu Yiyun. The panic and anxiety on his face could not be concealed.
"What's wrong?"
Wu Yiyun suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Mr. Wu, I'm really sorry. The guzheng player you made an appointment with was scratched by a car on the way here today. The injury is not serious, but his hand is a bit...well, so he can't come for the time being."
Manager Zhang clenched the phone in his hand and told him the news he had just received.
This is really, really, not good.
Mr. Li's expectant look before going out, it would be fine if he hadn't mentioned it before, but now it has aroused people's interest, but in the end he told others that they couldn't come.
Doesn't that make something that was originally good become bad?
Wu Yiyun held his forehead, his eyes darkened with emotion. He was silent for a few seconds and then asked:
"Then is there no one else who can temporarily replace you?"
Manager Zhang smiled bitterly, "Our teahouse has an antique sign. As the sign gets bigger, the requirements also increase. Those who can come to the store are all of a certain level."
"The guzheng is not that popular an instrument, and it is not easy for someone who is proficient in it to find one like this. How can one casually have a backup?"
Having said this, Manager Zhang seemed to remember something again, his eyes lit up, "But,"
"But what?"
"More than a year ago, a student came to our tearoom who was good at playing guzheng, but she often performed voluntarily in the hall just to train herself, and rarely played for someone alone."
"And she went abroad to be an exchange student not long after. She definitely can't be found now. Alas,"
After Manager Zhang finished speaking, his expression darkened again.
There was a dead silence in the main hall. Wu Yiyun pulled a stiff smile from the corner of his mouth, and his mind was racing, thinking about a solution.
"Manager Zhang?"
A girl's gentle and pleasant voice suddenly came from not far away. Wu Yiyun frowned and didn't even turn to look.
Manager Zhang had a bitter look on his face, thinking that the guests could not be delayed, so he took a few steps outside, and a dazzling light suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"Xiaoyun? Are you back? Ouch, tell me, it's better to come early than to come by chance. Brother Zhang is usually nice to you, right? You have to do this favor for me."
"what is the matter?"
Bai Jun came here to get her guzheng back. She had to go abroad in a hurry and it was not convenient to bring it home, so she put her usual guzheng here.
At least there are acquaintances here who can help maintain the guzheng so that it won't be left lying around and shorten its lifespan.
Manager Zhang seemed to be waiting for reinforcements, his brows and eyes were filled with joy, and he led her in the direction of Wu Yiyun while explaining the situation to her.
"Your sister Tingting bruised her hand when she came here. I have another client who has booked a guzheng performance in advance. You also know the situation in the teahouse. I am really anxious and my head is pounding. Fortunately, you are back. , Xiaoyun, don’t worry, Brother Bang, Brother Zhang will never treat you badly this time."
Bai Jun roughly understood the situation, so he walked forward and walked to the "guest" who scheduled the guzheng performance.
The distance just now was not far away. Wu Yiyun also heard some fragmentary words and knew that Manager Zhang had probably found foreign aid.
But when he saw the person coming, his eyes suddenly widened with the other person's exclamation.
"It's you?"
Both of them were surprised. They didn't expect that people they met only a few times in school could meet by chance outside.
It was Bai Jun who reacted first, with a faint smile on his lips. He turned to Manager Zhang and said:
"I helped you with this."
Um?
Manager Zhang was still thinking of reasons to persuade her. After all, Bai Jun never performed for anyone during those days in the teahouse, and he didn't care much about money.
As a result, he agreed to it so easily now, which made him a little... well, unexpected.
Manager Zhang's surprised expression was so obvious that Wu Yiyun also guessed what was right and wrong. He wanted to say something, but he looked at his watch and shut up.
It took him a long time to come out. He was afraid that Mr. Li would be impatient, so he took Bai Jun into Shuxiangyuan first.
Li Fang saw Wu Yiyun, who had never returned, pushing the door open and coming in, frowning and pressing the corners of his mouth, looking very unhappy.
Wu Yiyun didn't say anything to apologize and sat directly opposite Li Fang.
Li Fang felt that he was being ignored. He slapped the table and wanted to stand up and leave.
Begging for information, the next second, a melodious and ethereal voice reached his ears.
Only then did he notice that following Wu Yiyun, a girl who was good at guzheng came in.
She was sitting in front of the guzheng. Even though she was wearing an ordinary modern dress, it made people feel as if the lady in the painting had come into reality.
Li Fang's eyes were burning and he couldn't look away from Bai Yun.
It's not because of her scorching beauty in appearance, but because of her temperament, which always displays scholarly elegance. This is what Li Fang admires and likes the most.
The slender hands played on the red or green strings, and the beautiful music slowly flowed into the human ears.
Li Fang almost wanted to close his eyes and listen quietly, but Wu Yiyun picked up the already boiling kettle and handed it to him, signaling silently.
He likes this feeling, and of course he is not just satisfied if he can feel it. What he yearns for most is to become such a person.
Therefore, Li Fang glanced at Wu Yiyun gratefully, picked up the kettle and showed off his newly learned tea-making skills, and brewed two cups of hot tea amidst the melodious music.
The mist lingered around the two of them, and the faint fragrance of tea was refreshing. They were enjoying tea and listening to music in a leisurely manner.
Under such an environment, Li Fang felt that he had become a lonely and elegant scholar in ancient times. He had noble conduct and was different from others. His expression was calm and his mood was not ordinary happy.
The music stopped and the two of them drank about the same amount of tea.
Li Fang handed Wu Yiyun a customized business card and said cheerfully:
"The investment you mentioned is no problem. Just contact this phone number and tell me how much you want."
Is he really happy today, or is he happy from the heart? He is much happier than before when he followed someone behind him and said nice things and flattered him. Of course, he will not be stingy with the money he most lacks.
