Apocalyptic Forecast

When Huai Shi changed clothes and walked out of the bedroom, the old man who presided over the concert hall showed a puzzled expression: "Are you going to go out like this?"

"Ok?"

Huai Shi was puzzled and looked down at himself.

A low-key simple and defensive gray iron trench coat, a pair of solid and durable overalls after alchemy treatment, a pair of boots that run through the mountains and high strength without problems, and a variety of equipment such as a sword of virtue Can also be an emergency artifact shoulder bag.

Is simply armed to the teeth, enough to deal with any trouble.

Flawless!

"Any questions?"

"......"

The expression of the old man suddenly became complicated, put down the towel in his hand, "Please wait a moment."

Within a few minutes, he came out of the warehouse holding a brand-new dress in a preservation bag. He also chose a pair of leather shoes, a shirt and a tie, and a pocket towel for Huai Shi.

After laying down, he looked at the teenager in front of him again and asked, "I don't know if you have the habit of using tie clips?"

"Uh, don't you need it?"

Huai Shi hesitated whether to accept this offer, and waved his hand and said: "To be honest, I can live here for free, I am very satisfied, and I have no need for other things."

"But these are all within the scope of membership services." The old man asked in confusion, and suddenly: "If you don't feel that these can't match your identity, I can contact the tailor's person for a customized service for you."

"No, no, I just think that unilateral requests are not a normal relationship." Huai Shi waved his hands and said seriously, "If I can pay, my heart will feel much better."

The old man was silent for a moment

"I understand the problem."

He suddenly laughed and asked seriously: "You are already a very successful sublimator now, and you have achieved fame. But would you consider giving up time and love on music?"

Huai Shi shook his head for granted.

"So, the music will not give you up."

The old man put the dress in his hands and said seriously: "This hospitality comes from your heartfelt love for art, no matter what.

This is a trivial testimonial of your enthusiasm for art, you deserve it, and you deserve such respect. "

Said that the old man representing the Hell Union Music Association saluted the chest and said calmly: "Unless you give up all this one day, we will not leave you."

Huai Shi was silent for a long time and couldn't help laughing: "Is this a blessing or a curse of art?"

"It's just trivial hospitality."

The old man took a step back and left with respect.

Huai Shi turned back and looked at the low-key and solemn dress on the table. After a long time, he couldn't help shrugging and put on new clothes.

Looked at the mirror.

So the handsome young man in a dress in the mirror grinned at him and smiled.

Looks stylish and pleasant.

"Awaited."

Huai Shi pushed open the door of the lounge and nodded to the girl inside: "Miss Yuan, can we leave now?"

When Yuan Yuan looked up and saw the renovated Huai poem in front of him, he froze for a moment, and did not react before the standard business smile passed down by Lao Liu.

It took a long time before I noticed my absence.

"Just call me the original relationship."

Concealed a flash of emotion, she said politely.

Just as he went out, Huai Shi heard the crackling sound from behind him again.

This time ... seems to be getting closer again.

"What about the original photo?" He asked casually: "Did he not come?"

"Last night I seemed to be staying up late to play games, then suddenly caught a cold, and now I was lying in a hotel to sleep." Yuan Yuan shook his head regretfully: "I don't want to get up no matter what I call."

"Is it?"

Huai Shi nodded casually, recalling the few unconnected calls he had just made to the original photo, and his heart sank slightly.

At the same time, although he didn't know what Yuan Yuan was doing, he began to look forward to it.

——Is there something outside that will greet me?

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Today's asterisks seem to be different from yesterday.

The same hustle and bustle, but there were more train officers in black and indifferent looks on the streets. They did not conceal their alertness, and their cold eyes swept across the faces of travelers.

And there are a lot of security and scanning equipment, under the camera everywhere, the originally pleasant and relaxed travelers can not help but suppress.

"What's wrong?" Huai Shi looked at those people with doubt.

"It should have been last night."

Beside him, Yuan Yuan said: "I heard that many people had a nightmare last night, as if it was a kind of curse. Even the management of the train was not spared. Is Mr. Huai Shi resting well?

"I slept very well, I didn't do any dreams, and it was dawn as soon as I opened my eyes."

Huai Shi replied: "Maybe it was because of the dream catcher I bought during the day yesterday. No nightmare came to disturb me. Miss Yuanyuan, what about you?"

"I didn't sleep much."

Yuanyuan shook his head: "I always slept outside peacefully, and I will sleep lightly for a while until the morning-if it is convenient, we will buy two dream catchers later, I hope it will have an effect."

"Okay, but I couldn't remember where the stall was yesterday, so let's see luck." Huai Shi asked thoughtfully, "Do I need to find a place to rest for a while?"

"No need, let's go."

Yuanyuan hastened his pace and led the way ahead.

Is not far away, only on the first floor, on a quite bustling street. Outside the quaint storefronts, the store manager was waiting in front.

"Welcome to visit again, Miss Yuan."

The manager nodded and smiled politely: "The violins you named yesterday were just delivered to the store. Are you watching now?"

"Of course, trouble."

Yuanyuan nodded and walked into the shop behind the door.

Stepped into the store door, Huai Shi felt several eyes looked vaguely. As he looked around, those dressed as shop assistants quickly took their gaze back.

I don't know if I made preparations in advance or really plan to buy a piano.

Soon after serving black tea, and asking them to wait for a while, three piano boxes between the aluminum alloy iron box and the sponge were brought up.

Just three delicate piano boxes in the iron box know that the price is expensive.

It also contains hidden source quality fluctuations. Obviously it is the painstaking effort and will of the luthier who meticulously made it. Even if it is not opened, Huai poetry can feel it is a rare famous product.

After the piano box was opened, the manager began to enthusiastically introduce the origins and history of these three violins. One of the oldest ones can be traced back to decades ago.

After such a long time, I still can't see any damage, which is more precious under the careful storage.

After the manager introduced, Huai Shi asked curiously.

"Generally speaking, shouldn't you have a luthier stationed in your shop to provide advice to guests at any time? Why didn't you see it?"

The manager's smile stiffened, and his eyes moved slightly, as if to look somewhere. Xuan even restrained himself, revealing a guilty look: "Because of physical reasons, the two-day luthier could not come to the store to provide services to guests. For the inconvenience, please forgive me."

"It's okay, it doesn't have to be better than me anyway."

Huai Shi waved calmly, but made the manager's expression twitch: I don't know whether I admire Huai Shi's face, or wonder where it came from, I feel so inflated.

In fact, there is no need to choose.

The three pianos are rare and good, and the sounds are not much different. Although the price is also very beautiful, it is not a problem for the wealthy original home.

The only difference is just the appropriate playing style.

This is also not important for beginners.

The person who first learns must definitely go through the most rigid and detailed and extreme training to lay the foundation, and then after three or four years of hard practice can only talk about the performance style.

Talking to Mengxin is as ridiculous as talking to elementary students about how to choose a college major.

Huai Shi took a hand with the finger and looked the best looking, and suggested to Yuan Yuan: "You can try this one."

The girl picked up the piano according to the words, and after a pause, she played a "Small Concerto" quite skillfully. The performance of this section is not without loss, obviously has a good foundation.

After the short performance, she turned back to look at Huai Shi, asking for his opinion.

"It's pretty good, although I haven't played the violin very much, but I can hear your sound is very good, the basic skills are very good ..."

Huai Shi randomly picked a few minor problems and talked about it. The original reason bowed his head and pulled it again. This time it seemed to be better.

The perception is pretty good.

But the vibrato is always a bit out of place.

Huai Shi stood behind her and corrected some omissions in her performance. Unconsciously, the two were close together and almost felt her temperature.

As Huaishi prepared to reach out and correct her fingering, she heard the voice behind her.

"Excuse me, a few, can you show us the ID?"

Two patrol guards came into the shop, breaking the original atmosphere.

Huai Shi took a step back, only to see that the shop assistants had approached here without knowing the appropriateness, as if they were watching. And in the reflection of the cabinet glass, a glimmer of glory flashed in the original smile ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ quickly converged.

"no problem."

Huai Shi handed over his documents and allowed them to check.

When he saw the sign of the Astronomical Society on the Huai Shi inspector ’s certificate, the guards of the two patrols were taken aback for a moment, and they took both hands respectfully, and after verification, they returned.

Soon they left.

Yuanyuan picked up the violin again, preparing to say what he wanted to say, but heard the voice of Huai Shi.

"Sorry, I'm going to smoke."

He directly pushed out the door.

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There is definitely a problem.

In the alley beside the pedestrian street, Huai Shi leaned against the wall of the carriage, lowered his head and lit the cigarette in the corner of his mouth, recalling everything he had just said.

If it wasn't for the guard to push the door and break in, what would happen?

He narrowed his eyes and pondered.

There was a voice beside him: "Can I borrow a fire?"

"Ok."

Huai Shi subconsciously passed the lighter, but the other side didn't receive it. After Huaixi looked up, he reacted and his eyes widened.

"Why are you here?"

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