In fact, in Su Yurou's diary, besides this "Mr. Chen, thank you", there are many amazing contents.
But these messages can only be divided into two categories. The first category is insulting Su Wan for being shameless, and the second category is mixed feelings about Gu Zihang, unable to forget the old love, and blaming him for not coming to find them.
There is no need to report these trivial and resentful text messages to Jiang Xuecheng.
Jiang Xuecheng held the phone in his hand, wondering in his mind if there was any famous person in S City with the last name Chen, or a nickname related to Chen.
The surname Chen is so rare. If there really is such a person in S City, Jiang Xuecheng is confident that he will not forget him.
"Mr. Jiang, do you have any other instructions?"
Jiang Xuecheng came back to his senses from his reverie, his eyes narrowed and a sharp light flashed in them.
"Thank you for your hard work this time. You should pay special attention to Mr. Chen in the future. First, check if there is anyone in S City who is related to the word Chen."
Jiang Xuecheng hung up the phone and sat quietly in his office chair, his mind deep in thought.
In any case, this Mr. Chen is no longer as mysterious as before. Now that we know his name, we can definitely continue to dig deeper into this clue.
Mr. Chen
The person who tried to kill him and Tang Yifeng in March should be Mr. Chen...
Jiang Xuecheng admitted that he was indeed a bit frivolous in his style of doing things, but it was not enough to offend anyone.
And with his background, who in Kyushu would not want to go against him
Such a mysterious person is indeed worth his more attention.
…
In the blink of an eye, it was Saturday.
Su Wan was curled up in the quilt, sleeping soundly. She turned over slowly and suddenly felt that there was nothing beside her, and she didn't touch anything.
Half asleep and half awake, Su Wan slowly opened her eyes. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and found that there was indeed no one next to her.
Su Wan yawned. Today was Saturday, Jiang Xuecheng wouldn't get up so early...
Just when Su Wan wanted to continue sleeping, her body suddenly shuddered and these few messages flashed through her mind.
—Jiang Xuecheng went to City B and has been away for the past two days.
The guqin teacher that Jiang Xuecheng hired for himself will come at nine in the morning!
She had to tidy herself and the piano room up quickly!
Su Wan suddenly jumped out of the quilt. She cleaned herself up as quickly as possible. When she went to the living room, she suddenly found that Jiang Xuecheng had left a small note for her.
"I've made some scallop and ginkgo porridge and put it on the table. Remember to drink it early."
This man is so considerate...
A faint smile appeared on Su Wan's beautiful and delicate face. She took the note and began to read Jiang Xuecheng's words.
It has to be said that Jiang Xuecheng has a beautiful handwriting, and there is a sense of pride in his wildness, which makes people can't help but imagine what the owner of these handwriting looks like.
Su Wan put away her smile and thought very seriously that she would definitely persuade Jiang Xuecheng to write Spring Festival couplets when the Chinese New Year comes!
Placing his masterpiece in front of your door not only creates a festive atmosphere, but also brings the warmth of home!
Su Wan walked towards the golden nanmu table, picked up the bowl of porridge and tasted it carefully.
The porridge was warm, and the porcelain bowl seemed to still carry the man's warmth.
A faint sweetness flowed in Su Wan's heart. She smiled slightly, and then slowly drank the bowl of porridge.
At exactly nine o'clock in the morning, Su Wan heard a few slow doorbell rings outside the door.
This teacher arrived on time!
Su Wan clicked her tongue, and then hurried to the entrance. As soon as she opened the door, she suddenly felt an unusually serious atmosphere.
After raising his eyes slightly, Su Wan immediately saw a white-haired figure.
The other person was wearing a modified light-colored Tang suit and looked to be in her sixties. The cracks on the dry land had already appeared on her face.
Although Sun Yue looks haggard, her eyes are extremely clear. She is not kind, but she has a special temperament.
This old lady is Sun Yue, the zither player that Jiang Xuecheng hired for Su Wan.
Su Wan had searched the other party's resume before, and was really shocked when she saw the long list of praises on it.
No matter what, Su Wan respected from the bottom of his heart an old man who promoted classical art.
Su Wan bowed her head respectfully and called softly, "Teacher Sun, hello, I'm Su Wan."
From today on, she is Sun Yue's disciple, so it is normal for her to call her teacher.
Sun Yue nodded calmly, acknowledging Su Wan's identity.
Sun Yue walked in quickly as if she was entering her own house. If most people came to Jiang Xuecheng's house, they would definitely look around.
But the old lady was not moved at all. She didn't even look at the decorations around her and went straight to the topic of the day.
"I heard that you bought Feng Qiwu?"
After all, he is a music lover. Although his tone is calm, Su Wan can still see the enthusiasm and obsession with the famous music instrument from the other person's eyes.
When Su Wan saw Sun Yue's appearance, she suddenly thought of her grandfather Xie Changfeng. Come to think of it, wasn't her grandfather also obsessed with Chinese painting
Perhaps all art lovers have something in common.
Su Wan smiled slightly. Perhaps because of her grandfather, she suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of closeness between her and this old lady.
"Yes, it is in the piano room on the third floor. Shall I go with you to have a look?"
Sun Yue immediately agreed to Su Wan's proposal. When she arrived at the piano room, Sun Yue spotted the Feng Qiwu placed on the wall at a glance.
She could no longer suppress her excitement, and could not help but walk forward, carefully stretched out her hand, and lightly touched the strings.
The low, clear string sounds rang out in the piano room.
Sun Yue stared at the piano in fascination, and exclaimed to herself: "What a great piano!"
Apart from these two words, she didn't even know how else to express her praise for the piano.
As an item of the royal family of the Northern Song Dynasty, Fengqiwu is made with great care and sophistication. The upper board is made of phoenix wood and the lower board is made of zelkova wood. Although it is very old, its tone is still warm and beautiful.
Sun Yue glanced at Su Wan calmly: "Can I use Feng Qiwu to teach?"
Su Wan almost laughed out loud when she saw the old lady who was obviously ecstatic but trying to suppress her emotions.
She pursed her lips slightly and nodded mischievously: "Of course."
…
This first class went by very quickly. Su Wan originally thought that learning the guqin would be boring, but it was actually much more interesting than she had imagined.
Because Su Wan was a beginner, Sun Yue first taught her the basic fingering techniques, and asked her to learn how to read modern guqin scores, as well as some common sense about guqin maintenance.
When Sun Yue left, she also told Su Wan to set aside at least half an hour every day to practice the piano.
Su Wan stroked the strings of the guitar and wondered when she would be able to play her first song.
Sun Yue had previously praised her for her talent in piano, and it was unclear whether it was a consolation or the truth.
Just as Su Wan was lost in thought, she suddenly heard her cell phone ringing. She slowly stood up and picked up the phone that was placed not far away.
It turned out to be a text message from Lin Feier!
(End of this chapter)