The personal security guard of the beautiful president

"Boss, the two rooms should be next to each other."

In the long-distance hotel, Zhang Fengyi patted the reception desk.

The middle-aged man behind the stage who was reading a novel with his legs crossed raised his eyes: "ID card."

Zhang Fengyi took out his ID card and put it on the stage.

The middle-aged man finally put down his book, stood up, and looked at Zhuang Xiaoya next to him: "Who is she?"

Zhang Fengyi calmly said: "My niece, dear."

Only then did the middle-aged man pick up his ID card and start registering with the computer on the table: "Two rooms, right? 301, 303..."

"Wait!" Zhuang Xiaoya suddenly called out, "Uncle, can I just have one room? I'm afraid of rats and bad guys..."

Zhang Fengyi was stunned, thinking of the experience in the small town the night before, secretly thinking that she was only a child after all, so he nodded and said: "Okay, let's go to 301."

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man said with a straight face: "No, two people living together must have ID cards."

Zhang Fengyi was stunned: "How can a child have an ID card?"

The middle-aged man said coldly: "Who told you that the child doesn't have an ID card? My son got an ID card when he was born. If you don't have one, you can open two rooms."

Zhang Fengyi frowned slightly.

Now he can apply for an ID card from an early age, of course he knows about it, but now this girl's name is "Zhuang Xiaoya", which is a fake name, where did she get her ID card?

He changed his mind, and was about to say that he would open two rooms, anyway, he could let Xiaoya sleep in his own room, but Zhuang Xiaoya said, "I have an ID card." He took out a card, and suddenly It's the ID card.

The face of the middle-aged man changed slightly, and he said displeasedly: "Little sister, you are already over ten years old. Although he is your uncle, you shouldn't sleep in the same room with a grown man. You have to think about it carefully, otherwise it will spread to others. It doesn't sound good in your ears."

Looking at his eyes, Zhang Fengyi suddenly realized, and handed Xiaoya's ID card back to her: "The boss is right, there are two rooms."

Only then did the middle-aged man's face turn sour, and he handed over two keys: "This is 301, and this is 303. First pay a deposit of [-], and check out by this time tomorrow night."

Zhang Fengyi gave the money, took the key, and took Zhuang Xiaoya upstairs.

The latter couldn't help but said, "Uncle, don't you want to live with Xiaoya?"

Zhang Fengyi smiled: "Children are really ignorant. The boss wants us to open more rooms and make more money. There is no need to tangle with him and avoid trouble. Don't worry, we will sleep in one room at night."

Only then did Zhuang Xiaoya understand, she smiled sweetly, and held his hand tightly.

After arriving at the room, the two tidied up and rested for a while, then left the hotel and went out for dinner.

I haven't had a good meal in the past few days, Zhang Fengyi looked around and spotted a well-decorated Chinese restaurant, and said happily: "Uncle will bring you a good meal tonight!" and dragged Zhuang Xiaoya in.

The decoration of the restaurant has a very classical feel. To their surprise, there is even a table in the middle of the hall, on which a man and a woman are playing an ensemble with Guqin and Xiaoxiao, which doubles the elegant atmosphere of the restaurant.

Knowing that Zhuang Xiaoya had learned these tricks, Zhang Fengyi directly asked for the private seat next to the stage.

After sitting down and ordering, Zhang Fengyi smiled and said, "How is it? The environment of this place is not bad."

Zhuang Xiaoya listened intently to the performance above, but did not speak.

Zhang Fengyi didn't bother her either, and looked around, taking in the surrounding environment, but didn't listen to the performance much.

"It's the 'Xiaoshan Listening to the Wind', which is rarely heard." Zhuang Xiaoya suddenly turned her head and said, with a slightly excited expression.

Both people on the stage heard her words and glanced at her almost at the same time.

Zhang Fengyi didn't study these things at all, so he said casually: "Have you studied it?"

Zhuang Xiaoya nodded: "Well, I liked this ancient song very much when I saw it, and I practiced it many times. However, these two big brothers and sisters seem to have not learned much, and there are very few changes, so they can't show the whole picture of listening to the wind .”

The faces of the two people on the stage suddenly changed slightly, and they almost got the tune wrong.

This little girl!

Zhang Fengyi wondered: "Listen, you play better than them?"

Zhuang Xiaoya nodded, thought for a while and shook her head.

Zhang Fengyi wondered: "Nodding and shaking his head, what do you mean?"

"This piece is an ensemble of qin and flute. I can only play the qin or blow the flute by myself," Zhuang Xiaoya said honestly, "I can't show the whole picture of the piece. But if it's just one of them, I should be better than them, at least I can play at least 140 of the 120 seven tune changes of the Wind Music."

Her voice was not low, not only Zhang Fengyi and the stage, but also the tables next to her heard it clearly, they all turned their heads and looked curiously.

Zhang Fengyi thought about it, turned his head to look, raised his hand and said, "Manager! Manager, come here!"

Zhuang Xiaoya said blankly: "Uncle, this is..."

Zhang Fengyi chuckled: "Anyway, I'm fine tonight, play one for uncle."

***

A few minutes later, Zhuang Xiaoya got on the stage, sat in front of Guqin, stroked the strings, and was doing preparations.

The two young men and women who played were originally students of the nearby music college, and they were also high-achieving students who were highly praised in the school. At this time, they retreated to rest under the stage, and they all had unhappy expressions on their faces.

The manager of the restaurant walked up to them and said in a low voice: "Don't mind, we can't stop the guests if they want to play, children, let her play for a while, you just have a rest."

The girl next to her said unhappily: "If she wants to play, she can play it, and then say loudly that our level is not good enough, how good she is, it's too much! A child knows how to brag, and listen to the seven changes of Fengqu 140? I Why haven't you heard of it?"

The boy also said: "Yes, the teacher clearly said that there are 99 variations of this song, but I want to see how she can play 120 variations! Yunyun, count it well. If she doesn't play so many variations, I will see how I will train this yellow-haired girl later." !"

The manager was used to the scene and knew that the two were just feeling unhappy for a while, so he smiled and said nothing.

Not far away, Zhang Fengyi heard their words clearly, frowned, and shouted: "Hey! You two, pay attention to me! If you are not good enough, stop talking nonsense! If you are capable, make a bet with me. If she When it pops up, you two kowtow to her and worship her as your teacher! Do you dare?"

Both of them were young and energetic, the boy stood up abruptly, and said in disbelief, "What if she can't play it?"

Zhang Fengyi said leisurely: "Two for two, if you can't play it, my niece and I will kowtow to you three times, and we worship you as teachers!"

There was a sudden silence around, and many people listened to their words.

"Okay!" the boy said angrily, "It's a deal!"

Zhang Fengyi yelled at Zhuang Xiaoya who was dazed on the stage: "Xiaoya give Uncle a face!"

Zhuang Xiaoya said in a daze, "Aren't you afraid that I'm talking nonsense?"

Zhang Fengyi grinned: "Uncle believes you!"

Zhuang Xiaoya trembled slightly, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and gently placed her hands on the strings.

No one had ever trusted her so much.

Everyone held their breath and listened quietly to this originally unnoticed song.

Zhuang Xiaoya flicked her fingertips slightly, and with a soft sound, she broke the first tune of the Listening Wind.

Immediately, the second, third, fourth, and more piano sounds continued to come out from under her fingertips, passing through the space and entering the ears of everyone in the restaurant.

Zhang Fengyi, who is not familiar with guqin, couldn't help but be moved.

Even a layman can feel that her piano sound is significantly different from that of the boy before. Every sound seems to be able to penetrate people's chest, resonating with people, and there is a sense of music that makes people extremely enjoyable.

This girl is really so powerful!

At first he thought she was just learning, but now he realizes that he completely underestimated her.

Think about the other things she said, such as piano, painting, cooking, etc., the level is definitely not bad, no wonder she takes learning for fun, it is all because she can learn a high level, this girl is A child prodigy!

The people around were also dumbfounded, setting their chopsticks one after another, listening to the performance on the stage.

In the audience, the faces of the students from the two conservatories changed slightly, but they continued to count the changes in the song.

Ten, twenty, thirty... sixty, eighty, ninety...