The frustration of losing the spider was gone, Tangtang obediently asked Mo Heng to hold her little hand, and slowly looked for Yuxi's private restaurant in the withered shopping mall.
The hard work paid off, and they really found it!
It's a small store, with only a small amount of space for five or six tables.
The decoration in the store is quite tasteful, and each table is separated by a screen, which is full of privacy.
It's a pity... It's noon, it's lunch time, and there's no one there.
The air conditioner is not turned on in the store, so it is very hot.
No one came out to entertain, Mo Heng and the others looked at each other after they walked in.
Mo Yun was about to shout loudly, when suddenly he heard the sound of guitar playing and singing coming from the inner room.
Yuxi's voice, as clear as the sounds of nature, came from inside:
playing the piano alone in the snow
another person's bosom friend in the snow
I sit alone on Mount Sumeru
Take a glance at the floating clouds
…
This is a poem by Tsangyang Gyatso, the Living Buddha of Tibet. The artistic conception of the poem is very beautiful, and it is intoxicating with Yuxi's natural voice and delicate and sincere emotions.
Mo Yun turned her head excitedly and booed at everyone, for fear of disturbing Yuxi's singing.
Unexpectedly, after Yuxi sang these few lines, she suddenly stopped playing the piano and sighed deeply.
The several adults present, driven by his emotions, fell silent for a moment.
Only the short-legged Tangtang ran over, leaned over to the door frame, peeked inside, and shouted sweetly, "Brother Yuxi~~~"
Mo Heng came back to his senses and wanted to stop it, but it was too late.
In Yuxi's private restaurant, there is a dining room at the entrance, and next to it is his creative room plus a small recording studio. On the opposite side is the kitchen, and next to the kitchen is a simple bedroom and bathroom.
In short, his life and existence are all concentrated in this small space.
When Tangtang was leaning against the door frame, Yuxi was hugging the guitar, feeling melancholy looking at the staff in front of her, when she suddenly heard the child's voice, she was startled, and when she turned her head, she saw a pouty-faced kid she didn't know , looked at him with a smile like a flower, and called his name sweetly.
Yuxi's melancholy and depression were shattered at this moment. He put down the guitar, walked over curiously, squatted in front of Tangtang, and pinched her round, fleshy face:
"Little friend, do you know me?"
Tangtang nodded innocently, and said to Yuxi, "I know! Brother Yuxi sings the best!"
Yuxi smiled.
It has been a long, long time since he sang in front of outsiders.
If it weren't for the fact that no one came here at all, he wouldn't have been hiding in the creation room at noon, playing the guitar alone!
Thinking of this, Yuxi suddenly became worried, "Little friend, what's your name? Did you come here alone?"
Shouldn't you get separated from the adults
Then I saw Xiao Tangtang shook his head, stretched out his hand and pointed out, "I came with my brother, sister, and grandma!"
Yuxi looked up curiously, and saw Mo Heng at a glance.
His pupils contracted violently, he squeezed his fingers together in embarrassment, and rubbed his sweat on the cotton pants, "You? Mo Heng? Why are you here?"
Before coming, Mo Heng thought a lot and worried a lot.
But when he really saw Yuxi and heard his singing, Mo Heng became more calm. He looked at Yuxi, who was as delicate and clean as ten years ago, and smiled: "Come and see you!"
(end of this chapter)