- Wang Chi lowered his eyes slightly, and his gaze seemed to fall into the tea soup that was only half a cup left on the table in front of him, and in the middle of the way, he carefully observed the woodcutter who looked young a few times out of the corner of his eye.

After the unkempt woodcutter got up and left his seat, he first went to the counter of the wonton restaurant to store wine and clean bowls, paid the silver, and then took a detour to the nearest table to the singing, reached into his somewhat tattered placket, and took out a copper coin, gesturing a little hesitantly, and finally put the copper coin down.

Even though I was poor and had to do hard work all day long, I still loved to listen to upbeat tunes. Since you can't sing, I'll go. At this point, the unkempt woodcutter raised his face a little, but soon drooped it again. He didn't seem to have any contempt for people, it seemed that he was just trying to shake off the messy hair on his forehead, and to see the singing girl's face clearly before leaving, and to feast his eyes, and to pay for the value of his copper coin.

You're not ugly, so I'll reward you with a penny. At last he said this, and the unkempt woodcutter was finally gone. His steps were fast, as if a hole had suddenly been punctured in his back clothes, and he was ashamed to let people see a cloth coat that he was exposed outside the sackcloth and even more torn inside, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

The singing girl looked at the copper coin that the unkempt woodcutter had left on the table before leaving, and she couldn't help but be stunned, and she didn't reach out to take it for a long time. After a while, there was a faint flush on her cheeks, which were a little pale from eating and sleeping, and her spirit was no longer as calm as when she had just come in.

Ruan Luo had already seen that the unkempt woodcutter just now, whether intentionally or unintentionally, was dismantling and selling the singing girl's stage, and when he was leaving, he humiliated her in a subtle way.

Although the diners in the small shop were not as carefully observed as him, several of them had already restored the impact of the unkempt woodcutter's actions in the most simple and straightforward way.

A few diners were already hesitating and sighing as they got up to leave. And looking at the girl's expression, it is estimated that she is about to lose her patience and turn around and leave the store.

Ruan Luo's observations, Wang Chi also has in his heart. And he felt more intuitively that the unkempt woodcutter was demolishing the platform he had built. But this made him tug at the heartstrings that the singer had just loosened. Although the unkempt woodcutter walked fast, he still had time to see his stride clearly, and this time he could see it more clearly than the moment he observed the old man entering the door, it turned out that the woodcutter was also a warrior.

People with this martial arts can enter any house to make a nursing home, and the work is easy, but the monthly silver is not less than the firewood money for a month. Unless the person has a major mental or character defect. But judging by the process of checking out the bill and then tipping, the order in which he spoke, and the hand in which he took out the money, although his clothes were shabby, there was no dirt in the cracks between his fingernails. It was not shriveled and deformed--Wang Chi didn't think there was anything wrong with this person.

Wang Chi was just quite skeptical that this person would come here to eat at the best time to chop wood.

Maybe not only the people of Kyoto, but also those who were accumulating their hearts and were hesitating whether to leave, Wang Chi suddenly spoke.

As soon as Wang Chi's words came out, the floating minds of the two diners calmed down a little and wanted to see what was going on, and the shopkeeper who was wiping the bowls on the counter in the small shop, and the two guys who were bored in the corner of the house and repeatedly wiping the empty table, also paused for their work and looked this way.

But...... The singing girl looked at Wang Chi carefully, as if she was assessing his family identity and how he was feeling at the moment, and after a while, the hesitation in her tone gradually faded, the little woman didn't know any of the music cards that the old man had just ordered. Perhaps, as a few officials said just now, the little woman can only sing a few crude and sad ballads, even so, is this old man willing to listen to it and reward money?

This woman is extraordinary, every word she says at this time makes things very tight, and she sings and asks for money clearly, but there are not many traces of begging.

Wang Chi's eyes moved, and he said with a slight smile: I have actually said just now, the beautiful words are crisp and greasy, and if you listen to it a lot, it is a beat, and occasionally you can hear some sounds that Kyoto's water and soil can't raise, which is also a very interesting thing. Originally, the reason why I picked out the four famous songs of Kyoto for you to sing was actually to follow the wishes of the people first, but since you can't sing them, you can only do what I want. At this moment, no matter how unhappy others are, they will not take advantage of it.

There was a glimmer of brightness in the singer's eyes.

Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly saw the owner of this wonton restaurant come over. The shopkeeper had been standing quietly at the counter, wiping the plate repeatedly in the same position with a dry rag, even though the store was still noisy just now, he didn't say a word, and he didn't even bother to look at it. At this time, almost all the diners in the restaurant were gone, but he walked out and sat down next to Wang Chi.

After standing for a long time and wanting to borrow a table to rest, you won't mind this guest officer, right? The middle-aged shopkeeper of medium stature did not say this respectfully until he sat down, and at the same time, he glanced at the two young men dressed as domestic servants beside Wang Chi, and his gaze swept over their fingers that hung down at their sides and curled up slightly.

Although the shops that do neighborhood business are polite, they are not necessarily bullied, because the customer source model is relatively fixed, so it is easy to form a natural protective barrier, and it is less likely to be smashed.

The respectful words contained the behavior of the self-existent, Wang Chi was still faintly aware of a problem, and only responded with a smile: The whole shop belongs to the owner, of course you can sit casually, and no one has the right to interfere.

Although this small shop is a villain, the villain is using this shop to solicit business, and before it closes, he must follow some rules for soliciting business. The middle-aged shopkeeper calls himself a villain, but the meaning of his words is not small, the business of the small shop is cold, and he usually allows a singer to sing in the venue, but also to attract business, and the girl's singing voice is indeed acceptable to these guests in the store. But the girl in front of her ...... If the guest officer must let her sing, and sing some sad and desolate sounds, I am afraid that it will not be good for the business of the small shop.

The meaning is very clear, and even the shopkeeper has come forward to drive people out.

Wang Chi understood the attitude of the shopkeeper, businessmen all said that it was the most important thing to attract money, but he was not just for the simple purpose of listening to music at the moment, so although he knew that this was a bit compulsive, he would not change his mind lightly.

People who come from a bitter cold and frustrating land may not only have a miserable tone. Wang Chi looked at the middle-aged shopkeeper sitting next to him, still with a smile on his face, and his thoughts were not revealed at all, in fact, I just wanted to listen to the local sound, and I hoped that the store would be convenient.

After saying this, without waiting for the middle-aged shopkeeper to reply, Wang Chi had already started talking to the singing girl, but with a pure western Sichuan accent. The singing girl also answered with a western Sichuan accent, and spoke very fluently, but the people of Kyoto couldn't hear it clearly.

Ruan Luo had a vague impression of the western Sichuan accent, and only vaguely understood a few broken words at random about the people's conditions and landforms, and the doubts in the description were even more meaningful.

After a few short conversations, Wang Chi stopped talking, and the singing girl looked at the middle-aged shopkeeper, and when she spoke again, her voice had already returned to the Kyoto accent: This old man only asked the little woman to sing some scenes of western Sichuan, I don't know if the shopkeeper can allow it?

The middle-aged shopkeeper didn't speak immediately, but first looked at Wang Chi with a calm gaze, as if he was worried.

Hometown wish in front, scenery in the back, maybe this first-time visitor, very strange customer really just happened to be a fellow villager, want to fulfill a hometown wish. Kyoto is thousands of miles away from western Sichuan, and it is not easy for people who are far away to go back-