The next day, when Tianze came to the store, it was already more than ten o'clock in the morning. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

No way, who let you stay up late last night.

The stylus is simple, whether it is the material or the structure, it is not a problem for Tianze, who has a senior technician certificate. But Tianze doesn't have the tools to take advantage of! You can only rely on some simple abrasives in the shop to process slowly, which is a waste of time.

By the time the stylus was finished, it was already past three o'clock in the morning.

From a distance, Tianze saw an old man standing straight in front of the store, wasn't he the owner of the phonograph! It seems that I have been waiting for a while.

"Old man, you're here so early!"

Tianze hurriedly greeted him.

"Well, I can't sleep." The old man's eyes lit up, and he stared at Tianze without blinking.

"Old man, come in!" Tian Ze naturally knew what the old man meant, but he deliberately pretended not to understand, and opened the door of the store in a slow tone.

The old man opened his mouth, and although his face was anxious, he still couldn't help but speak.

"This ...... This is ......" As soon as he entered the store, the old man was attracted by a brown box on the counter, which was not the old man's Olympic rings phonograph!

Staring at the gramophone, boom! Boom! Boom! The old man could even hear his own heartbeat.

The old man didn't know how long it had been since he had been so nervous.

The old man has participated in the anti-Japanese resistance, has also walked the Long March, and has experienced a series of great changes in the motherland. But now, a gramophone makes the old man distracted, suffering from gains and losses, and the old man is afraid that after he opens the chassis, he will still be disappointed.

It's just such a small lock, but the old man can't get his hands on it. You know, even in the face of a rain of bullets, the old man will not blink.

Syllable! Tian Ze has lifted the lock.

The gramophone was turned on.

"This ...... How is this possible? The old man looked at the gramophone turned on and opened his mouth wide.

What did the old man see?

Brand new!

The turntable, which should have been shattered into several petals, was now placed in the center of the gramophone; The big horn that should have been smashed flat has a new look at this time; The tonearm, which was supposed to break, was also intact at this time; The cartridge, which was supposed to lack a stylus, has been fitted with a new stylus.

All of this is so new.

Just as it was decades ago......

When the old man had just seen her.

Ignoring the old man who was still standing stupidly, Tian Ze shook his rocker arm a few times, placed the cartridge on the turntable, and then looked at the old man with a smile.

"Drizzle, non-stop; A slight breeze, blowing non-stop; The breeze drizzled and the willows were green. Ouch, Liu Qingqing, the little kiss doesn't want your gold, the little kiss doesn't want your silver, slave slave as long as your heart ......" In a burst of melodious music, a brisk singing sounded.

"Drizzle, non-stop; The breeze blows non-stop......" The old man couldn't help but sing, singing, singing, and the old man's eyes were blurred.

"Drizzle", written and composed by Li Jinhui in 1927, was originally sung by his daughter Li Minghui, and was the first pop song in China.

Listening to the song, the old man went back to that year......

"Stupid, why are you always out of tune?"

"Stupid, you have learned this song, remember to sing it to me every year in the future!"

"Stupid, I want to hear you sing......"

……

"Thank you, kid." At the end of a song, the old man looked at Tianze Dao with red eyes.

"You're welcome, old man." Tian Ze hurriedly said.

"This gramophone is a token of my love affair with her, can you fix it and let me hear this song again, I really don't know how to thank you, do you have anything difficult to do? I still have a lot of old comrades-in-arms in Shencheng, and I guess they will still give me a little face. The old man gently stroked the gramophone and said gratefully to Tianze.

"No need, I didn't fix it because of anything, but because you look pleasing to the eye, old man." Tian Ze shook his head and refused without hesitation.

Judging from the momentum of the old man, he knew that he was not an ordinary person.

Maybe the old man's words can really make Tianze get a lot of benefits.

But Tianze didn't bother to do that.

The reason why he repaired the gramophone was to give up the time to rest, and he was completely moved by the old man's true feelings. If Tianze accepts the help of the old man, it is reasonable to say that there is no free lunch in the world, but Tianze can't get over the hurdle in his own heart.

Besides, with the PS system, what reason does Tianze have to let himself live aggrieved?

"Haha, okay, I've made up your little friend."

The old man praised.

"Boy Tianze, I don't know what the old man is called?" Tian Ze also said with a smile.

"Peng Aidang, you can just call me Lao Peng." The old man said freely.

"Lao Peng!" Tian Ze is not pretentious at all.

Haha, the two looked at each other and smiled.

One is almost 100 years old, and the other is less than 30 years old, a three-fold difference in age.

But they cherish each other.

……

Catch, catch, catch! At this time, a siren sounded on the street, and then I saw two policemen enter the universal repair shop and walk straight towards Tianze.

"You're the owner of this shop?" A young policeman asked coldly.

"Yes, I wonder what you're looking for me?" Tian Ze nodded.

"Then come with us!" The young policeman continued.

"What did I do?" Tianze looked confused, and muttered in his heart, "Could it be Zhou Tong who called the police?" But it's been days! If you want to call the police, that pig should have reported it early! ”

In addition to playing Zhou Tong, Tian Ze really couldn't think of anything else that could alarm the police.

"What's the word, you'll know when you go."

The young policeman glared.

"Two comrades, this little friend is my friend, can you tell me what he has done?" Peng Aidang couldn't help but ask at this time.

"You ......"

"Someone reported him for reselling smuggled mobile phones, and we just took him back to inquire normally." The older policeman stopped the young policeman, gave the young policeman a look, and said with a straight face towards Peng Aidang.

The young policeman has no experience and can't see the extraordinaryness of Peng Ai's party, but the older policeman can see at a glance that Peng Ai's party is not an ordinary person, and it is better not to offend or not to offend.

"Hehe, someone reported me for reselling smuggled phones? So look, I have a mobile phone in my store? Tian Ze only felt a burst of amusement, pointed to the store and sneered.

Following Tianze's fingers, the faces of the two policemen instantly turned dark.

Okay! There are quite a few counters, but they are all empty.

Where are mobile phones sold?

"Let you go, you go, so much nonsense from there?" The young policeman's face turned red, and he said angrily at Tianze.

"Who told you to do this? Do you know what you're doing? Are there any consequences for you to do this? Peng Aidang naturally saw the strange appearance of the two policemen, and asked directly with a cold face.

"Hmph, old man, mind your own business, don't get yourself in trouble." The young policeman didn't accept this, threatened Peng Aidang, and dragged Tianze away. Although the older policeman felt that it was inappropriate to do so, he was now ready to send an arrow, so he could only grit his teeth and follow.

And Tianze didn't resist, just turned his head and said to Peng Aidang, "Old Peng, help me lock the store." ”

Tianze likes violence, but he is not a fool either.

Resisting the police is attacking the police.

Guilt becomes guilty.

……

Until Tianze was escorted out of the store, Peng Aidang didn't say a second word, just a gloomy face.

"Good, good, what a moth of dang!"

Peng Aidang gritted his teeth and said.

After thinking about it, Peng Aidang directly took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, who's going to find it?" There was a roar from the opposite side, accompanied by a loud roar.

"Find a fart, bring me somebody, take the guys." Peng Aidang scolded directly.

"Old chief, who bullied you, I'll bring someone over, I have to raid his home." Not only did the other side not be angry, but he also deliberately lowered his voice, as if a mouse had seen a cat.

"Give you a quarter of an hour." Syllable! Peng Aidang hung up the phone.

PS: Let's count the tickets!