The substitute always wants to be Bai Yueguang

After returning home, I contacted Dayang for the past two days, and there was no window for ventilation in the rented house, and it was as stuffy as a steaming room.

Shu Yuan quickly took out his notebook from his bag, opened a page and wrote down the account.

[There are still five thousand that can be returned to Lu Yingchuan]

Looking at Lu Yingchuan's crooked words on the notebook, he paused and wiped them with an eraser, and then tried to write them neatly and stroke by stroke.

Looking at these words, he couldn't help but think of Lu Yingchuan's words, and smiled wryly. Not only are their backgrounds very different, but even the words are not even half comparable.

"Boy."

Shu Yuan turned his head and saw an old man in his sixties smiling at him, waving a cattail fan.

He paused:

"you call me?"

The old man nodded:

"It's hot, let's eat a piece of watermelon."

Shu Yuan was a little hesitant, he always looked at the old man and felt familiar, but he couldn't tell where it was.

"Don't be afraid, old man, I have been alone for many years, and I feel a little lonely. Come and talk to me, and I will send you a watermelon."

This kind of coaxing tone made Shu Yuan couldn't help laughing, he lifted his chair and walked over to take the old man's watermelon.

His eyes inadvertently swept away and he saw the dazzling array of qin hanging in the room, he was stunned for a moment. He had seen this qin before, and Yunzheng played it on the boat.

But this qin is similar to that one but much bigger than the one in Yunzheng's hand.

Unknowingly, Shu Yuan was fascinated by it.

The old man was not noisy, just took a bite of the watermelon with a smile, and said after a while:

"Like it?"

Only then did Shu Yuan come back to his senses, and shook his head in embarrassment:

"I don't know any of them."

"You can like it even if you don't know it," the old man laughed. "These are all cellos. I have collected them all my life."

Shu Yuan nodded and took a bite of the watermelon. Although the old man lived in this place, he was very eloquent, and there were so many musical instruments hanging in the room.

This made Shu Yuan a little curious about what the old man was doing, but he was not a talker, so he didn't ask.

After a while of silence, the old man asked:

"What did you just write?"

Shu Yuan was stunned for a moment: "Keeping accounts."

Just like this chatting with each other, the old man's smile is getting bigger and bigger:

"Xiaoyuan, do you have a date?"

Shu Yuan shook his head.

"That's just right," the old man put the fan on the small table, "I have a grandson who is very good and handsome, may I introduce you?"

Shu Yuan choked up when he heard the words, coughed for a while, and then laughed:

"No, no, thank you for your kindness, I have someone I like."

"That's it," the old man was a little disappointed, "You are very close to me, since you have someone you like, then forget it, what kind of person is your favorite person? How is your personality?"

Shu Yuan's chest tightened, what kind of person is he?

He thought for a while, then lowered his eyelids to hide his sad look:

"He's fine, I don't deserve him."

Old man Lu has lived for decades, how could he not understand, he did not continue this topic at home, but cleverly staggered:

"Come to dinner with the old man later?"

Shu Yuan shook his head and said with a smile:

"No, I have something to do later, let's go another day."

Going back to the house, tidying up, changing into clean clothes, and leaving the old Tongzilou to go to Quegui to find Xu Nan for news about Jiang Xiuzhi.

A few days ago, Xu Nan said that after he got the news of his mother, he has been haunted by the nightmare of his past life, and he couldn't sleep well.

He knew that this was a heart disease, even though he was unwilling to forgive Jiang Xiuzhi in his mouth, he still had illusions about her in his heart.