The next day, Ji Le came to the old city, looking for Chaoyan's teacher.
The old city is very dilapidated, full of residential buildings and old buildings left over from the previous era. Most of the people here are old people who don't use the Utopia network very much, so their living conditions are still very primitive.
In fact, in order to promote virtual projection and utopian networks, Philippe Company also went to the old city to promote it, and also promised to install basic equipment such as neural connection devices and virtual glasses for people here for free. But most of the elderly here just want to live a peaceful life, are not very receptive to new things, and are accustomed to primitive lifestyles. They have no need for the Internet and virtual projection.
Therefore, in the old city, it is difficult to see the virtual projection advertisements that can be seen everywhere in other places. Since people have no demand for the Internet, there is almost no local area network here.
Of course, just because people here don’t use the Utopia Network doesn’t mean the network doesn’t exist. The Utopia system also extends here. Regardless of the elderly or children, even if they do not use the Internet and virtual projection, they must carry virtual glasses with them so that the system can detect everyone's status at any time.
This was Ji Le's first time coming to the old city, when he stepped into this area.
The virtual advertisements and colorful and complex information pop-ups in front of me suddenly disappeared. Shops and people here don't use projection very much, so the virtual glasses can't accept anything.
On the contrary, there are many small handwritten blackboards and signs on the street. Although they contain very little information and are not as beautiful as virtual projections, they are very real.
"My teacher opened a classical musical instrument store at No. 6 Maple Street. We can find him there. He must be in the shop at this time." Chaoyan walked in front, his semi-virtual body appearing in this quaint city, looking Out of place.
"good."
Some old people were sitting on both sides of the street, lazily basking in the sun. Some of them wear virtual glasses, but they just use them as ordinary sunglasses.
When Ji Le appeared on the street, he did not attract the attention of the elderly nearby.
They don't bother to pay attention to any strangers, or they are very poor here, have nothing valuable, and even thieves will not come to their place, so it is extremely peaceful and peaceful.
No. 6 Maple Street.
A metal sign hangs above, with a green background and golden squiggles with flying dragons and phoenixes: Old Music Maker Music Shop.
This small shop looks very old. There are some flower beds in front of the door, with red and yellow roses in full bloom.
"This is……"
"Isn't it amazing? My teacher planted this with his own hands. I am also grateful that there are not many high-rise buildings here, so there is enough sunlight to make the flowers grow so well." Chaoyan said with some pride, coming here Let her whole body relax, as if she could temporarily forget her mission and association here.
Ji Le nodded and opened the door.
The wind chimes made a tinkling sound as the door opened, which was particularly sweet.
The room was very bright, with various violins and cellos hanging on the wall, and a pure white piano beside it. In addition, there were some musical instruments that Ji Le had never seen before, and they all seemed to be there. Many years.
Ji Le subconsciously turned around and looked around. He had never been to this kind of place.
"Are you here to buy a piano? Young man?" said an old voice.
Only then did Ji Le realize that there was a lean old man sitting behind the counter that almost blended into the background. He was wearing a brown vest with a neat gray shirt underneath. He was wearing reading glasses and holding a book in his wrinkled hands. From the cover, it seemed to be some kind of music score.
The old man was quite old, but he seemed to be in good health, but his eyes looked very tired.
"I'm not here to buy a piano." Ji Le walked over and put a letter on the counter. "Chaoyan asked me to bring you a letter."
"Chaoyan? You said you were sent by Chaoyan?" The old man's leisurely state suddenly disappeared, and he stood up due to excitement.
Ji Le nodded: "This is her letter to you, and..."
Ji Le glanced at Chaoyan next to her. Chaoyan's eyes were filled with excitement and guilt. She said:
"I'm sorry, teacher, I let you down."
At the same time, Ji Le also said this.
"Disappointed? Why didn't she come over and say it herself?" the old man asked cursingly. "Why is this child so stubborn..."
"She can't come over again." Ji Le replied.
"What's the meaning?"
"She... passed away." Ji Le once considered not telling the old man about this, but since this was Chaoyan's strong request...
The old man didn't react for a while. In shock, his brain buzzed and his heart became extremely blocked.
After a moment, he seemed to accept the fact.
"She came to tell me last time that she was ill, suspected to be phantom aroma syndrome, but it hadn't been diagnosed yet. I didn't expect that she would be gone so soon..."
Is it phantom aroma syndrome again? Ji Le looked at Chao Yan, so everyone who can be selected by the game and become a box scene maker has suffered from this disease?
"It's all Philips Company, it's all crappy things like brain terminals! If you don't install these, you won't get phantom aroma syndrome." The old man sighed. "Everything is fate."
Ji Le nodded and turned to leave.
"Wait a minute."
When he turned around, the old man came up and handed him a small piano.
It looks smaller than a violin, shaped like a gourd, and very exquisitely made.
"Thank you for bringing the news."
"Is this a guitar?" Ji Le raised his eyebrows.
"No, the guitar has six strings. It only has four strings. You can call it a ukulele or a ukulele." The old man said. "This piano belongs to Chaoyan, and I have no use for it. Since Chaoyan allows you to deliver messages, you are her friend. I will leave this piano as a souvenir to you."
"Keep it, I can teach you how to play it when I find time." Next to him, Chaoyan looked at the ukulele with a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.
Ji Le left.
The old man looked at the letter on the counter. After opening the letter, his expression became solemn.
He then lit the letter with a lighter.
On the street, Ji Le walked on the street in a hurry.
"Have you finished your work?" Ji Le asked. "What is the relationship between your teacher and the association? Why did you send such a letter?"
"My teacher is an ordinary person. He has insisted on traditional music all his life and runs the musical instrument store. Currently, almost all famous performers buy their instruments from him." Chaoyan answered. "His qualifications have long been targeted by the association. The association has wanted to recruit him to join for a long time, but he is old and I don't want him to take risks. I just want to fulfill the ideals of music and the association. "
"So you have to persuade him to quit in the end?" Ji Le recalled the content of the letter.
The letter read: "Don't join the association because of my death."
"Yes, I understand what those people in the association do. If I die, they will definitely use this to persuade my teacher to join." Chaoyan replied. "The teacher must spend his old age in peace."
