As expected, there were not many customers in the brand new musical instrument store. When the boss saw the two children walking in, he didn't care whether they could afford it or not. He just raised his eyelids in boredom, gave a casual instruction and continued to take a nap behind the counter.
Nakahara Chuuya moved his eyes and looked at the surrounding instruments in a bored manner for a while. His eyes were sore from the lighting that accentuated the atmosphere, and finally returned to the person who proposed to come in.
"Which one do you know? There are quite a lot of musical instruments here."
Furuzawa Qiandao's glance was fixed on a ukulele that looked like a guitar in the corner. He turned around and asked, "Hey boss, can you take it down for a sound test?"
"If you damage it at will, you will be compensated according to the price." The boss didn't even raise his head, but stretched out a hand and waved it behind the counter.
This attitude doesn't care whether they will compensate or not, and I don't know if they really don't care about the business or if there is a certain amount of power behind it.
Nakahara Zhongya looked at the boss for two more seconds because of his attitude, but soon fell back on the musical instrument that Furuzawa Qiandao had taken down. He walked over and took a closer look, "What is this?"
It looks like a smaller guitar with less wires on it.
"Ukulele, this one is 23 inches. It has a wider sound range than the 21-inch one. It can also play some complex songs." Furuzawa Qianjima explained.
He adjusted the tone and found that he couldn't hear much difference, so he simply gave up adjusting and started to familiarize himself with the music score again.
Can it still be played with only four wires?
He responded with a vague understanding, pulled the seat in front of the piano over and sat down, slowly waiting for the other party to adapt. He could vaguely hear a general piece of music, but it was messy and intermittent, and he couldn't tell what the music was. song.
"Ah - I really can't remember the specific content, so just replace it with other syllables." Furuzawa Qiandao scratched his cheek in distress, plucked the strings, and looked up at Nakahara Chuuya, "Music It’s called “The Meaning of Travel.”
Playing for about two minutes is not too slow, but slow and long music always has the ability to lengthen time. Even if there is only a single instrument playing, it seems that the time in the room has a certain flow rate with the outside. difference.
Nakahara Chuya sat in a carefree posture, with one hand supporting his chin, his eyes seemed to be staring at the player, and then moved outside to the natural light to make himself more comfortable. The amplitude of shaking his head was so small that it was not clear whether he was listening.
When Furuzawa Qiandao stopped, he looked a little helpless. The replaced part seemed too abrupt, and it sounded like it had been squeezed in.
"Is it over?" Zhongyuan Zhongya turned around and asked after not hearing the sound for a while.
Furuzawa Qiandao had already hung the ukulele back on the wall and nodded, "Well, I only learned the two-minute part. Let's go."
Without taking another look at the musical instruments above, he turned around, spoke to the boss, and walked towards the door.
The boss didn't know when he woke up, supported his head, and when Furuzawa Qiandao finished speaking, he suddenly said: "Hey kid, if you like it, I can sell that thing to you at a 30% discount... Anyway, there aren't many here. I know these elegant things, let alone instruments that look like a small business, so if you take them away, I can make room for other things."
Hearing this, Nakahara Chuya and Furuzawa Qiandao looked at each other from afar, then turned sideways and glanced at the price under the musical instruments on the wall. Compared with other musical instruments here, this one, which was not expensive, was even cheaper after the discount.
"No, thank you for your kindness." Furuzawa Qiandao shook his head, "It's just something I learned in the past three minutes. Even if I buy it, I may not be able to play it a few times."
"It's up to you, I just said casually, forget it if you don't buy it." The boss returned to his previous appearance, lying down and shaking his hands, which was regarded as a farewell ceremony for the guests.
The glass door opened and closed. Zhongyuan Zhongya looked up at the store at the door, then turned around and quickened his pace. The two of them walked on the street, and the boring atmosphere seemed to have dissipated.
The wind from the Yokohama beach blows here from an unknown place, messing up the hair of passers-by on the road.
"Why didn't you buy it just now?" Zhongyuan Zhongya asked from the side, "Even if there is no discount, it is still much cheaper than the motorcycles we saw in the car dealership before. You have enough money to spend, right? Is your wish that can be fulfilled right before your eyes?"
Furuzawa Qiandao lowered his eyes, a small tuft of hair tied up on one side swaying in the wind.
"That's true, but there will always be something more important than this in the future... Well, to put it bluntly, I don't like it enough. If I spend money for it, I will definitely regret it in the future." He said, scratching his cheek with his finger. When he saw the scar, he paused, "What can make me make up my mind is definitely the mood at that time that is so firm that nothing can replace it, and it has to be completely mine."
"What, are you a control freak? Qiandao." Nakahara Chuya stared at him speechlessly.
"It should be mysophobia. Is control freak a disease?" Furuzawa Qiandao retorted.
"I'm too lazy...what's the difference between the two."
Afterwards, they went for a walk near the beach. The fighting between organizations had not yet spread to this fringe area. Only a few officials from other countries still had guards stationed here, but avoiding these ordinary people was not a problem for them. No matter what is difficult, there is even a certain degree of challenge and fun.
From the edge of the beach to the edge of the towering cliff, Furuzawa Qiandao explained to Nakahara Chuuya the purpose of the free cemetery here. Generally speaking, some members of the sheep who died in accidents would also be buried here.
Zhongyuan Zhongya stood on the edge, glanced at the waves below that were undulating like breathing, and turned around to confirm how many members of the previous sheep were buried here.
Although there are only a few white tombstones with similar looks, those lying under them are children who lost their lives based on the number of times they died. In the past, sheep did not have much money to carve monuments for each child, so they could only count the incidents and bury them together. To be honest, I don't know how many dead members there are.
The root cause of the death of these children is the fight between the organization and the mafia, especially the port mafia, which has become more and more unscrupulous in recent years. They don't even need an excuse now. For the sake of profit and the so-called maintenance of dignity, they can Wantlessly start a fight.
"Port Mafia..."
He blames everything on them.
Not far from the cemetery, members of the Sheep hurriedly came to find Nakahara Chuuya - usually Furuzawa Qian Island was the second choice, and they would not touch this "bad luck" unless necessary.
And it just so happened that Zhongyuan Zhongye was somewhat resentful right now, so the person who caused the so-called "trouble" in Sheep's territory naturally became the first target to vent his anger.
"Sorry, it seems I have to end today's wandering. Let's come out together next time, Qiandao."
He said goodbye to Furuzawa Qiandao, turned to a serious expression, jumped up towards the location mentioned by the members, and quickly lost track of him.
However, Furuzawa Qiandao had no idea of solving it together. Things that could be solved by one person did not require him to watch the show, so he waved his hand generously.
Coincidentally, the cell phone rang suddenly at this time, and it turned out to be a call from the boss of the bookstore where I used to work.
"Hello, what's the matter with Mr. Store Manager?" Furuzawa Qiandao answered the question with confusion. After listening for a while, he finally realized, "...I fell down and was going to take him to the hospital, but no one was checking the store?... …Ah, okay, I’m fine now… Please wait a moment, I’ll be there right away!”
All in all, it was because the old store manager had an accident and needed to go to the hospital urgently for examination. In addition, there was a shortage of manpower and no one was looking after the bookstore in broad daylight. The relatives of the clerk and store manager could only try to ask Furuzawa Qianjima for help, asking if he had time to help. Take care of it for a while.
So Furuzawa Qiandao reappeared at the door of the bookstore that he hadn't been to for a while.
It seems that it is because I am too busy.
While putting on his employee's uniform with ease, he picked up the books on the counter and was about to put them back in order, when the bell on the door rang several times.
"I'm sorry, this place is temporarily-" Furuzawa Qiandao said and looked up, the other person's strange clothes made the second half of the sentence disappear in his mouth.
It's not strange to say it is, but considering the current season, such a scarf and cold-proof earmuffs are too special, and it makes people wonder whether the other person will suffer from heat stroke.
Furusawa Qianjima cut off half of his words because of this dress. In his impression, the only person in Fumino's world who dressed like this was Rando, who is currently affiliated with the Port Mafia and a former member of the European supernatural espionage organization. .
"Staff, please recommend me some books that I can read in your store." Lan Tang didn't care about the other party's strange pause. He shrank slightly and frowned, "Please hurry up... I'll go back in a hurry."
It was too cold outside for him, and staying for one more second was a torture to both body and soul.
Furuzawa Qiandao put the book in his hand back on the counter, picked up the basket next to him expressionlessly, and walked into the area where the hardcover books were placed. "With all due respect, guest, do you really know how to read these books when you bring them back?" "
"If the content can make me feel even slightly interesting, maybe I will turn two more pages." Lan Tang said with a trembling voice.
This answer is not unexpected. After all, the world has not produced new literary giants, and the literary world is in a slump. There are only very few literary works that can be called good. No matter how Furuzawa Qiandao looks at it, it is difficult to recommend anything good. The tone is basically the same, and the final destination will only be the pile of ashes in the furnace.
Furusawa Qiandao was more curious about why Lan Tang appeared near Yang's territory. Judging from the time, he should still be in a state of amnesia.
——Although it has only been a few years since he caused the old leader's resurrection incident, Zhongyuan Zhongya is now thirteen years old.
"The books you want cost xxx yuan in total." Furuzawa Qiandao's voice did not reveal any inner thoughts. He organized, packed, and calculated, and his movements were as step-by-step as a competent clerk who is numb to life, but he is a little younger.
But Lan Tang stood in front of the counter and seemed to notice something when he raised his eyes.
"How old are you...?" he asked suddenly, his voice still trembling, but obviously filled with some emotion.
"Sixteen." Furuzawa Qiandao replied calmly, repeating what he just said, "The books you want cost xxx yuan in total. Can you please pay by cash or by credit card?"
"Swipe your card... I'm sixteen." Lan Tang said, feeling inexplicably depressed again.
Furuzawa Qiandao kept his face expressionless, took out the machine, watched him take out the card and swiped it, as if he was considering not using his powers in front of ordinary people, and told himself that someone would come and take it away later, as if he had walked in. Went out again.
He watched the figure disappear and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. He was glad that he habitually removed the bracelet representing the sheep when he worked here.
Although I don’t know why, I always feel that if Lan Tang realizes that he is a member of Sheep at this time, then the scene will most likely not be what he wants to see.
