Insurance?

Django's face flushed.

Before the old man's house closed, he stretched out his hand to block the door and said anxiously: "I don't sell insurance." ”

"I don't buy supplements either."

"I ......," Django held back his temper, "You look at me like this, do I look like a salesman?" ”

Tan Ming looked at Django seriously for a while, "It's quite similar." ”

Django was so angry that he was about to identify himself, when the old man across the door seemed to suddenly see something that excited him, and a flash of light flashed in his impatient eyes.

"You...... You are ......"

Thinking that he finally recognized himself, a proud smile hung on the corner of Mu Django's mouth, "That's right, cough!" I'm Mu ......"

"Mu Junyou!" Tan Ming pushed away Mu Jianggo, who was about to introduce himself, and looked at Mu Junyou behind him, "I'm not dazzled, right?" ”

As he spoke, he rubbed his eyes a few times to confirm that he was not mistaken, and hurriedly greeted Mu Junyou, "It's really you, I like the tunes you play, oops, I'm not dreaming, right?" ”

Mu Junyou replied in a calm voice: "You are not dreaming, I am Mu Junyou." ”

"Why did you come to me?" Tan Ming looked flattered and turned sideways, "Please come in, please come in." ”

When Mu Junyou entered the door, Django was just about to take a step, but the door was thrown shut directly, and he was almost locked out.

What!

This stinky old man!

Django looked puffed out.

Before walking into the living room, he saw a piano in the lobby, and thought to himself that it seemed that this old man could play the piano, no wonder he knew Mu Junyou.

After arranging for Mu Junyou to sit down, Tan Ming chattered endlessly about his favorite piano music, which was completely like a fan.

Although he is old, whenever he mentions the piano, he immediately becomes as enthusiastic as a young man.

"I also like your St. Paul's Concerto No. 3 because it's so difficult that it's unbeatable, not only with many chords, but also with a repeating change in timbre.

There are not many people who can clearly transition between multiple tones in a second.

Only a talented pianist like you, Master Mu, can write such a piece and play it without any mistakes. ”

Tan Ming wanted to say more, and Mu Django coughed vigorously a few times on the side.

Because he was interrupted while talking to his idol, the old man looked very displeased, and turned his head to glare at Django, "Why are you still selling insurance?" Did I let you in? ”

"Damn! What kind of eyes do you have, old fellow? I said I wasn't selling insurance. ”

"I don't care what you sell, if you want to stay in my house, be quiet, don't interrupt my conversation with the master."

"You ......" Django felt like he was going to be autistic.

He glanced at Mu Junyou, saw that the other party was cold and indifferent, ignored him, and said hurriedly: "Mu Junyou, you have something to say!" We're not here to talk about the piano with this old man. ”

"Didn't you say that you should talk to people step by step, and you must understand the world of people?" Mu Junyou's voice was cold, "I think let's talk about the piano first, and then ask what I want to ask, and he should be willing to tell me." ”

Django covered his face in embarrassment, "You just know these things in your heart, why do you say it?" ”

In order to alleviate the embarrassing atmosphere, he stepped forward and was about to explain his intention to Tan Ming, but was pushed away by the old man.

After pushing Mu Django away in disgust, the gray-haired old man looked at Mu Junyou with a sincere face, "Master, you are a master of the world, you don't need to learn those sleek and sophisticated things, I know everything you want to ask me." ”

"I'd like to inquire with you about someone."

"Inquiring about someone? Who? ”

"About thirty-eight years ago, was there a boy named Yao Ye in the orphanage where you served as the director? He was seven years old when he was adopted, and the adoptee was Mu Hanwu, the former president of the Three Cities Group. ”

After Mu Junyou asked, Tan Ming's face changed for a moment.

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Django hurriedly said, "Old man, you are talking!" Is there too many people that you don't remember? ”

"He remembers!"

Mu Junyou was very sure.

Although he couldn't understand what the expression on Tan Ming's face meant, he could see that his expression had changed significantly compared to before.

If he didn't remember Yao Ye, there shouldn't be any mood changes.

"How do you know he remembers?" Django wondered, "I see that he is so old, eighty percent of him is already old and confused, and it is normal not to remember." ”

Tan Ming didn't bother to pay attention to Mu Jiangge at all, and directly pretended not to hear him, and said to Mu Junyou: "Master Mu, you guessed correctly, I do remember Yao Ye, this child, I don't know why you asked him?" ”

"It's not convenient for me to tell you why."

"Hey, okay......"

The old man sat down on the chair next to Mu Junyou.

"I have worked in the Longqiao Welfare Institute for 30 years, Yao Ye is the child I remember the most, he was left outside the welfare home by his mother, and when I picked him up, he was less than ten days old and as small as a cat."

"You gave him the name Yao Ye?" Django asked, stinkingly.

Tan Ming shook his head, "No, it was his mother who took it and wrote it on a note, saying that he was not capable of raising him, but gave him the name 'Yao Ye', hoping to recognize him again in the future."

Unlike other children in the hospital who were abandoned by their parents, Yao Ye is a very optimistic boy who always has a sunny smile.

He took the note his mother left with him, and he always looked forward to the day when he would recognize her. ”

Tan Ming still remembers very clearly that it was summer.

All the children were in the courtyard, hoping to be picked by the tall, handsome man who appeared in the orphanage, dressed in a crisp suit.

The man has an aura in every move, which is different from ordinary people, and the most important thing is that he drove a luxury car to the welfare home.

People who can drive that kind of imported car are definitely not rich or expensive, and it is the dream of children to be selected by such a person.

Yao Ye was the only one who slipped away that day.

In the evening, he came back from playing football, dirty, sweaty, and when he laughed, he showed his white teeth, and his whole body seemed to be radiating light.

"Dean, I'm back!"

"Yao Ye, why are you so disobedient? I told you not to go out today, you want to run around. ”

Yao Ye stuck out his tongue mischievously, "Are you going to punish me for sweeping the floor or cleaning the window this time?" ”

At this time, the man sitting in the office got up from the shadows, and his tall body quickly covered Yao Ye.

He looked at Yao Ye for a while, his voice was sonorous and powerful, and there was no way to refuse, "Dean, that's it." ”

"Huh?" Tan Ming was surprised, "Mr. Mu, do you want to adopt Yao Ye?" He's a very skinny kid, I'm afraid ......"

The man who exuded heroism up and down interrupted, "I don't want to say it a second time. ”

"Hey! Who are you? Why are you talking to the dean like that? The little Yao Ye tilted his head and looked angry, "If you want to adopt me, do I have to go with you?" I tell you, I disagree! ”

(End of chapter)