The two of them ran out for a long distance in one go, and only stopped until they reached a large square.

There is a statue about ten meters high on the square, which is the legendary emperor of Zhenguo.

By noon, the smell of several restaurants in the square wafted out and entered the noses of the two men.

Xia Shan covered his stomach, he was a little hungry after only eating the plane meal on the plane.

People who practice martial arts consume a lot, and his amount of food has always been quite large.

The aunt looked at Xia Shan's appearance, covered her mouth and laughed happily, "Are you hungry?"

Xia Shan nodded honestly, thinking about how to eat an overlord meal.

Or......

Looking at the people in the square, Xia Shan wondered if he could make a little money with his ancient craft.

I just don't know if the Yanguo characteristic of the broken boulder in the chest can be just a bite of food here~

"Do you want to eat?" said the aunt smiled brightly.

"Aren't you hungry?" asked Xia Shan, unwilling to show his weak side.

"I'm hungry too, I want to eat. The aunt raised her face and said proudly.

"Well, I'm hungry too, I want to eat. ”

Auntie nodded, "Okay, come with me, I'll take you to dinner." ”

Xia Shan followed her footsteps and asked curiously, "How do you eat the overlord meal?" When we go out, we can't embarrass Yanguo. ”

"Don't worry, it won't. The aunt looked back and smiled coquettishly.

Auntie's footsteps were walking towards what looked like a piano store.

There is an artist playing the piano at the door of the piano shop, and the melodious sound of the piano attracts many Zhenguo people passing by, who gather in a circle from afar and watch quietly.

When the aunt approached with Xia Shan, it happened to be the time when the song was finished.

Passers-by applauded sparsely, and the aunt also pulled Xia Shan closer.

The owner of the piano shop sat at the door of the store, looking at the sparse passers-by with his hands on his chest, a little dissatisfied.

This artist's skills are not up to par, and the drainage effect is really poor!

However, when he saw his aunt and Xia Shan walking straight to the store, the boss immediately stood up happily and greeted each other with a smile.

Not to mention anything else, just looking at the temperament and appearance of these two people, maybe some prince and princess ran out to play without permission.

The boss thinks it's big business.

The aunt walked up to the boss and smiled sweetly at the boss, before she said something that Xia Shan couldn't understand in Zhenguo's dialect.

But fortunately, after the aunt finished speaking to the boss, she immediately repeated it briefly to Xia Shan, "I told him that the cooperation is a win-win situation, he sells the piano, and I sell the art." ”

Xia Shan's eyes widened, and he suddenly felt that the star aunt who he had thought was far away before had suddenly become his own person.

Even everyone's thoughts are so close.

It's all traditional craftsmanship~

The boss looked at the aunt and hesitated.

With this appearance that can conquer the world, if her aunt tells her to be a piano model, he can still understand.

But......

Is art something that a young girl like her can play?

The artist who was invited by himself is also an old street artist who has been in the industry for more than 20 years.

The boss hesitated here, but the old street performer who came to rest after the end of the first district became unhappy after hearing his aunt's words.

Auntie's proposal was clearly an insult to him......

At least that's what he thinks.

So he said a few words to his aunt emotionally.

It's nothing more than "you can do it!", "standing and talking without backache!", "who do you look down on?", "don't accept solo, call dad if you lose!" and other international common words.

The aunt explained to him gently: "Dear, I didn't mean that...... I didn't deliberately target you, I just felt that in this world, except for me, it was all spicy chicken~"

After Xia Shan's brain was filled, the two of them really solo.

The boss was reluctant.

This girl said she could do it herself?

What should I do if I break my piano?

If you want solo, you can buy the piano first.

Business genius, but that's it.

The aunt smiled faintly, and in her smile was a transcendent look down that these two Zhenguo people could not understand.

At the end of August, it's almost September, and the city of Saint-Germain in Zhenguo is different from the flower city in Yanguo, the weather is neither hot nor cool, and it is the season when shorts, T-shirts and trench coats can scold each other.

The aunt was wearing a thin white sweater.

She lowered her head and pulled a thread from the sweater she was wearing, and pulled it hard, pulling out a one-meter-long yarn.

After tearing off the yarn vigorously, the aunt docked the two ends of the yarn and tied a dead knot under the puzzled gaze of the two people in the piano store and Xia Shan.

The aunt sat down where the boss was sitting just now, put the woolen loop on the table in front of her, and pulled out a wooden hairpin from her own hairstyle that looked full of ancient charm today, and put it under the wool.

This kind of operation, the three people who watched it were stunned.

This woman, don't you want to play a yarn?

Wouldn't it, wouldn't it?

Can anyone really play a yarn?

Auntie's green jade fingers pressed at different positions on the yarn, and the other hand flicked the yarn a few times.

The tightened yarn shook a few times under the plucking.

As we all know, sound is produced by vibration.

The yarn also made a few monotonous sounds.

After finding the position of the different pronunciations on the wool thread, the aunt sat down and raised her hand.

As soon as he made a move, he was a master.

was photographed by the aura of the aunt, the piano shop owner and the old street performer involuntarily held their breath.

Gradually, they realized that today, they may have met a master.

Then, the aunt let the three of them see what it means to be real, play a yarn.

The aunt simply used wool to play a song "East Wind Breaking" in the pop song of Yanguo.

It's really simple, and the old street performers have straight eyes.

Music knows no borders.

The only one who can conquer the craftsman is the craftsman.

The old street performer knelt down, his eyes moistened, and he looked at his aunt's gaze as if he had seen God.

"Can you teach me?"

"Do you want to learn? I'll teach you. ”

After Xia Shan's simple brain supplement, the aunt was sent to the piano seat in the square by the owner of the piano shop and the old wandering artist.

The aunt looked at the piano, and after pressing a few keys casually, she was a little dissatisfied.

She looked at the piano shop owner on the side and asked, "Is there a guzheng from the Yan Kingdom?"

The boss was stunned, and immediately replied, "Yes! I'll get it for you." ”

The boss felt that he might not have been so efficient in his life.

Within a moment, the boss and the old street performer moved out a guzheng.

Laid it out, lifted the red cloth on it, and the aunt gently flicked it a few times.

After the tuning was completed, the aunt sat up again.

The boss and the old street performer subconsciously took five or six steps back.

Without him, the aunt at this time has too strong aura to withstand it.

At Saint-Germain today, the weather was nice and sunny.

The pedestrian street square with a large flow of people comes and goes.

Street performances are not the only ones that take place.

And most of the commonplace Zhenguo people just leisurely stroll the streets and take a walk.

After all, every day, is monotonous, and repetitive day.

A group of pedestrians, two men and one woman, suddenly heard something different and stopped.

One of the taller and fatter men said solemnly, "There is a murderous aura!"

He subconsciously looked at his companion, trying to find some common ground.

When I turned my head, I didn't see anyone.

Bowing his head, his companion was already kneeling on the ground.

The man kneeling on the ground met the gaze of the taller man looking down, his lips trembling and squirming, "I voted, what about you?"