When the woman's divination came to an end, the crowd admired Mr. Xiang very much, and the praise spread throughout the street.

"Mr. Xiang, it's time to go back and rest." The little guy fanned Mr. Xiang.

"Don't worry, let's talk about it, entertain two guests tonight."

After waiting for a long time, no second person was willing to come to divination.

"Looks like they're scared."

"Yes, I was frightened by Mr. Xiang's ability. can restore the real situation, who would dare to come. ”

As it got dark, the crowd dispersed.

On this night, there was no second person who came to tell his heart. So Mr. Xiang decided to end tonight's event. There was still some comfort in his heart, after all, there was something to gain tonight, for the first time in three years.

After everyone left, Xiaoqiu opened a pair of curious eyes and asked, "Mr. Xiang, is that woman's sister really in this piano?" Isn't all this like a story you made up? ”

"The world is big, and there are many things you don't know."

"What? Is there or isn't it? ”

Mr. Xiang did not answer. Xiaoqiu looked at Xiaowu again.

The little guy spread his hands: "Don't ask me, I don't understand." ”

It's late at night.

"It's really hot~" Xiaoqiu walked into Mr. Xiang's room and threw the piece of silk that Mr. Xiang disliked to the side of the table, "The money for incense powder and high-grade silk is counted together, and I don't have any salary left for this month." It's useless for me to keep this piece of silk, so I just use Mr. Xiang as a rag~ Hmph! Anyway, he doesn't feel distressed. ”

She leaned against the window tiredly, staring blankly at the dimly lit path, where Mr. Xiang was walking with a piano. During the year she worked in Xiaoxiang Pavilion, she always had a doubt in her heart: what is the purpose of Mr. Xiang's daily divination outside the museum? Make hay? It can't be, he's already rich in his own right! Isn't it just to get a good story? No, there must be a deeper reason.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Mr. Xiang walked into the room and woke Xiaoqiu from her contemplation.

"Oh." Xiaoqiu came back to her senses and looked at Mr. Xiang blankly, pretending to be respectful.

"Don't pretend, I don't know what your personality is. You have always been free and have never respected anyone. ”

Xiaoqiu, who was seen through, stuck out her tongue in embarrassment.

"Early tomorrow morning, someone will come to Xiaoxiang Music Hall for an interview. You go and help the owner manage it. ”

Xiaoqiu was slightly surprised: "Wow, Xiaoxiang Music Hall is finally no longer the only musician!" It's finally getting lively~"

Mr. Xiang's eyes were indifferent, and his tone was indifferent: "That's not necessarily. If their skills are not good, they are not qualified to enter. Maybe tomorrow you won't be able to find any of them. Okay, I'm going to wash up and go to bed, you go out quickly, you don't need you here. “

"Oh, then I'm leaving." Xiaoqiu looked back, expecting Mr. Xiang to say something gentle goodbye before she left. However, Mr. Xiang just walked to the bedroom, and said in an indifferent tone by the way: "Don't forget to close the door." But don't lock it from the outside anymore. You really hurt me so badly last time. ”

The next day, the weather was clear, and the clouds floated overhead, gently skimming over people's heads.

"What a free life!" Xiaoqiu opened the window of her room and breathed in the air mixed with the fragrance of wild flowers and grass, "Although Mr. Xiang's face is cold and hard, the environment here is really comfortable, and there are no rules, I am about to be spoiled~ Fortunately, my stepmother kicked me out a year ago, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to come here, so I can only be angry at home every day." ”

She leisurely walked to the outermost courtyard and found that the owner had arrived.

The owner of the hall has a kind face and a good heart, he is forty-three years old this year, twenty-five years older than Mr. Xiang, and the two seem to have known each other for a long time.

"Come on, Xiaoqiu, help me sort out the order of this interview list." The owner beckoned to Xiaoqiu.

"Where's Mr. Xiang?" Xiaoqiu looked left and right, and found that there was no one here except for the curator.

"He's busy studying the guqin and studying the music scores every day, so let him sleep more."

Xiaoqiu walked over and flipped through the list casually, and asked, "Pavilion master, I've always had a doubt~"

"What's the matter, what are you thinking about?"

"Why are you so respectful to Mr. Xiang? You're the owner, aren't you, he's just a musician in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion. ”

"Oops." The pavilion owner hurriedly waved his hand, "In the future, you don't want to say this kind of thing again." ”

Xiaoqiu was very puzzled, and her good-looking eyebrows were twisted together: "Why are you so nervous?" Why can't I say that? ”

"Oh, don't ask. Sort it out with me. ”

"Okay, then I won't ask about it. Let me ask something else, why did Mr. Xiang recruit new musicians? ”

"Alas, the Xiaoxiang Music Hall has been open for three years, and the silver can only go in and out. In another half a year, Mr. Xiang and I will have all spent all our money. So you still have to make some money. ”

"Isn't Mr. Xiang himself able to come out and make money? Why recruit another one? ”

"Don't you know, Mr. Xiang is extremely arrogant and eccentric, and he is unwilling to play ordinary music for guests, let alone use music to please guests to make money. His lifelong wish was to be able to play the most unusual and powerful music. He has very high requirements for this music, and it must be able to make the listener feel the objective and real scene. ”

"Powerful music?" Xiaoqiu thought thoughtfully, "No wonder he has to wait for guests with knots to come every night, it turns out that he is looking for inspiration." ”

"Pretty much."

"That woman's sister last night really hid in the guqin for three years? This is also outrageous~ How did Mr. Xiang know about her sister? ”

"I don't know, Mr. Xiang never made it clear to me. However, Mr. Xiang did encounter very bizarre things. ”

"Oh? What could it be? Xiaoqiu poked her chin with her fingers, looked up at the sky, and accidentally started to be stunned again.

"I've only seen him get a ball out of a weird, beautiful big box."

"And then?"

"I don't know what happened after that."

"So, what is his purpose in composing music with great powers?"

"This ...... That's not something you should know. Alas, Xiaoqiu~ I remind you from the perspective of the elders, there are some things that you can't ask, don't ask; If you can't move some feelings, don't move. Because you never know what you are curious about or what you like will cause deviation or even destruction in your life. ”

Xiao Qiu was a little confused, and stared straight at the curator with dull eyes. It took a long time to come back to his senses and nodded. However, she had forgotten why she was nodding.

"Well, I hope you understand what I mean. Otherwise, I will regret recruiting you in, and I will be guilty for the rest of my life. The curator sighed, lowered his head, and continued to compile the list.

Xiaoqiu has been helping listlessly, and she vaguely feels in her heart that her admiration for Mr. Xiang has been noticed by the curator. She doesn't expect to have any relationship with someone as powerful as Mr. Xiang, she just hopes that she can always be by his side and take care of him. Today, when the curator said this, she was a little worried in her heart.

After all, I don't know Mr. Xiang either, do I? Perhaps, Mr. Xiang is a demon from hell, and once he falls in love with him, he will die.

Thinking of this, Xiaoqiu felt a little chilled.

Half an hour later, the applicants arrived one after another. Xiaoqiu and the curator waited and waited, counted and counted, and there were only two of them.

Xiaoqiu looked at them carefully. One of them is in his twenties, and the other is probably in his prime.

She secretly asked the curator: "There are dozens of people on the list, how come there are only two?" ”

"Alas, I was mistaken, the one just now is the guest list of the Snowflake Art Gallery."

"Original...... That's it~"

The curator cleared his throat and said loudly, "Those who come will play the best pieces in the order of the list." ”

The first applicant was a well-dressed man with a coat of fine silk and shorts.

Once seated, he put his prowess to work on his finest instrument.

Xiaoqiu sat on the small bench, propped her head, and listened with her eyes closed. It's really nice to listen to~

"Alright." After the boy only played a short paragraph, the curator asked him to stop, "In order to save time, let's do it first." I love your performance, and if I can, I can move to the museum today. ”

The man smiled elegantly: "It's not a secret, I don't want to come to Xiaoxiang Music Hall to be a musician. I just want to take this opportunity to get to know Mr. Xiang. What about others? ”

"It's really unfortunate that Mr. Xiang is out." The curator lied.

"Alas, it is my greatest wish to become a confidant with Mr. Xiang."

"It's really hard to do. Mr. Xiang, he ......"

Seeing the embarrassed look on the curator's face, this son roughly understood something. Luckily, he's also a reasonable person.

"In that case, I'll say goodbye first, and if there is a fate, Mr. Hitomika will become a confidant." He bowed to the curator, and then to Xiaoqiu, who was sitting on the small bench, "Say goodbye." ”

Xiaoqiu was a little flattered, after all, he was just a handyman, and he could receive such a big gift, not to mention that he was still sitting on a small bench!

"This son is quite polite~ If Mr. Xiang knows him, maybe it's a good thing."

The curator glanced at Xiaoqiu: "Don't talk too much." ”

The next interviewer was none other than the old man.

He smiled indifferently and bounced calmly.

Xiaoqiu listened attentively, and he deserved to be a veteran! This skill is really profound~

After a short flick, he stopped.

The curator looked delighted: "This old gentleman, congratulations on your approval, you can move here today." ”

"Me?" The old man smiled happily, "I can't imagine that the old man, a retired court musician, has not touched the guqin for more than ten years, and he can still be recognized by the curator." Hahaha, thank you, and thank you to the little girl who listened carefully. I'm very happy to be here today. ”

The old man laughed uninhibitedly and continued, "You should take a good look at me, who am I? ”

The curator looked at him suspiciously for a while, and suddenly showed a smile like meeting an old friend: "Uncle Du! Long time no see. ”

"Haha, my wife will be here today and will bring her best dishes. I finally found out that you live here, don't drive me~"

"Auntie is here too! Then go inside and rest. It's no problem to stay here. ”

"Eh, what about him?" The old man asked mysteriously in a whisper.

He ...... Probably either sleeping or practicing. ”

"Is everything alright?"

"Thanks to my uncle and aunt, Mr. Xiang is all right."

"Mr. Xiang...... Good name. ”

Xiao Qiu was dumbfounded when he saw that these two people were suddenly familiar, but because they deliberately lowered their voices, he couldn't hear what they were talking about.

After working during the day, I still didn't recruit musicians. Xiaoqiu looked at her own shadow on the ground depressedly.