Leisurely tax collector

Chapter 12 The friend who came to the door automatically

The riverside in the evening is no longer as hot as in the afternoon. The slight wind is filtered through the bamboo forest, which reduces the muddy smell and the turbidity of the city, and is more clear and soft. It is really a downtown area. A place of quiet fasting.

It's a pity that only rich people can afford it.

Wang Yi walked in the bamboo grove for half an hour, all the irritability disappeared, and his whole body became light. Then he saw that the old man, one fat and one thin, also came, and saw Wang Yi wandering alone in the small pavilion, his muddy There was some surprise in his eyes.

Wang Yi nodded politely to the two of them as respect for the elderly, and then continued to walk in the forest, and went down to the dock by the river, scooped up a handful of water that had cooled down, and looked at the opposite side in ecstasy, watching the surging river flow towards the old man. Going eastward, watching a few small old fishing boats bring ripples on the not-so-clear river, I just feel extraordinarily relaxed.

The night is gradually sinking, but the bamboo forest garden is lit up with multicolored landscape lights, and the alternating colors of the stars add a bit of tranquility and dreaminess to the bamboo forest.

But Wang Yi felt a little regretful.Just now, the elegant and chrysanthemum front desk clerk who renews his fee has reminded that when the landscape lights are on, it means that the bamboo forest garden will be cleared to prepare for the guzheng playing later.

This bamboo garden is only open to customers in the boxes of the kite listening room.Moreover, because playing the guzheng needs to adjust the mood and not let the idlers interfere, so the venue should be cleared and prepared an hour in advance before the arrival of the luthier.

However, when Wang Yi was renewing the fee at the front desk, a regular customer had already reserved a box for the evening, so he was unable to listen to the evening guzheng solo in the Zuozheng room tonight.

If you can't listen to it, you can't listen to it. It's comfortable enough after being idle for a while.

Wang Yi walked slowly back to the Zuozheng room, turned on the background music of Happy Town, and continued to manage the town while leaning on the Taishi chair and eating the remaining half of bread.

Within a few minutes, he had completed two orders from residents of the small town when there was a soft knock on the door.

Wang Yi habitually looked back and raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

It was the fat old man.

The old man was holding a mobile phone in his hand, and it was actually playing the music of Happy Town, and he looked at him with interest: "Young man, do you play this too?"

"Yes," Wang Yi didn't understand, but stood up politely from the teacher's chair: "I like this type of game."

"I said, if you want to chase her, you have to download the Guzheng game." The slightly fat old man mumbled into the bamboo garden, "It's useless to play this."

Wang Yi suddenly realized that the old man thought he was the suitor of the guzheng beauty.

He smiled: "You misunderstood, I don't know her, I came here just to find some peace."

The fat old man was taken aback.

Wang Yi smiled and looked at him.

Probably seeing the magnanimity in Wang Yi's eyes, the fat old man nodded, his eyes quickly fell on the teacup on the table, and he sniffed lightly: "Fragrant Tieguanyin?"

"You are always an expert." Wang Yi was surprised, and then gave a thumbs up in admiration.

"It's okay, I don't like to drink other teas, but I like the fragrance of this Tieguanyin tea." The slightly fat old man laughed, and then saw the cookies on his table: "Oh, didn't you have dinner? In fact, the tea here The food was well done."

Is it?

Wang Yi's heart moved, and he picked up a cookie that was still hot and handed it to the slightly fat old man: "This cookie is also delicious, you can try it."

"Hehe, that's fine." The slightly fat old man was slightly startled, but he quickly reached out to take it, put it in his mouth and bit it, then was startled again, his pale eyebrows raised in surprise, and nodded: "Mm, not bad."

He chewed quickly and praised: "It's very crispy, not too sweet, and has a strong wheat fragrance. Is it homemade? The bakery outside doesn't have such craftsmanship!"

Wang Yi smiled smugly. Seeing that there were still 3 yuan left, he simply took it and handed it to him: "If you like it, eat more. Eat this fresh."

"Hehe, a gentleman doesn't take what others like. I'll just eat a piece and taste it." The slightly fat old man hesitated, shook his head and refused, and then looked at Wang Yi's phone: "How old are you?"

Wang Yi was slightly stunned, but immediately understood: "It's almost level 36."

"Yo, that's an old player. Come on, let's add a friend, and help me pack more when I have time." The slightly fat old man immediately raised his phone: "When you get old, you get tired easily and don't bother to keep watch."

"Okay." Wang Yi had nothing to do.

Soon, he and the chubby old man showed surprise at the same time: "So you are Maitreya Buddha!"

"So you are the otaku Ai Jing."

Well, after being polite for a long time, the two of them were already good friends in Happy Town, and they have been helping each other for a month. Wang Yi helped the fat old man pack the goods once a day without interruption. The fat old man also helped Wang Yi 10 times busy.

Moreover, the happy town of the slightly fat old man does not look like a small town at all, but looks like a modern city, with grand planning and beautiful buildings, completely full of gaps.
Thinking about it now, Wang Yi can understand.They are rich people, maybe they built this game as an XC city.

"Young man, what's your name?" Knowing that he was a good friend in the game, the slightly fat old man immediately looked at him with kind eyes, showing trust and love.

Wang Yi smiled and introduced himself directly. The fat old man called himself Uncle Dong and exchanged mobile phone numbers with him.

Yo, this tail number, 666, is awesome!
If you have money some other day, should you also change to a cowhide number?
"Xiao Wang, can you play Go?" The chubby old man quickly stared at him with great interest.

"Hehe..." Wang Yi smiled embarrassedly: "I only know the rules, but I don't know the technology."

The slightly chubby old man looked at the tea on his table again: "Then your room, is it packed at night?"

Knowing that Wang Yi had more than half an hour left, the slightly fat old man waved: "I don't have a date tonight, so I'm leaving this room, come and sit with me!"

If it was before, Wang Yi would politely decline, but now...

"Okay!"

……

Compared with the Zuozheng room booked by Wang Yi, the Qianzheng room where the slightly fat old man lives is not only slightly larger, but also has an elegant bamboo and wood beams on the ceiling, and a negative ion purifier in the corner.

This kind of decoration is both elegant and luxurious.

At this moment, there is an old sandalwood Go board in the center of the room. The white pieces are as warm and moist as jade, and the black pieces are ink and transparent. One can tell at a glance that it is a private collection, not something from a teahouse.

The thin old man was sitting on a chair, frowning and staring at the chess game in front of him. When he heard someone coming in, he raised his eyes and saw Wang Yi, his eyes were filled with surprise and vigilance.

"Hi old man!" Wang Yi greeted politely.

Then, under Dong Bo's introduction, Wang Yi knew that the thin old man's surname was Zhu, and he and Dong Bo had been chess friends for many years, and they would often come here to play chess and listen to the zither.

Mr. Zhu tended to be introverted. Knowing the relationship between Dong Bo and Wang Yi, the alienation in his eyes lessened, and he nodded at him: "Xiao Wang is not bad. Can you play chess?"

(End of this chapter)