Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

Ji Shumiao kept finding faults. Sometimes ketchup was spilled on the floor and he asked Zhou Hui to clean it. Sometimes Coke was spilled and he asked Zhou Hui to clean the table. He even shamelessly asked Zhou Hui, "There are two pieces of chicken nuggets missing from my chicken. Did you steal them?"

Zhou Hui put on a polite smile and said in a gentle voice, "Dear guest, I just saw that it was eaten by a small mangy dog."

Ji·Shu Miao·Ling Pi Gou looked at him angrily: "Young man, I see that you have extraordinary talents and are a natural talent for cleaning tables. Come to my house and clean tables."

Zhou Hui looked at Ji Shulang blankly. Ji Shulang held his forehead and sighed, translating for him: "Cha Samadhi, from my family."

Zhou Hui suddenly realized: "Aren't you not hiring part-timers?"

Ji Shulang spread his hands and said, "Looking for summer and winter vacation jobs."

Zhou Hui immediately clasped his fists in thanks: "Thank you, boss, thank you, big boss!"

I have always been called "little boss", but this is the first time I have been called "big boss", and it was Zhou Hui who called me that.

This feeling...is secretly refreshing!

Ji Shumiao covered the corners of his mouth that were about to burst with laughter: "Okay, okay."

Things are changing, Mr. Zhou Paopi.

After Zhou went back to serve other customers, Ji Shulang couldn't help asking, "He didn't hit you on purpose, why are you still holding a grudge? When did you become so narrow-minded?"

Ji Shumiao held the straw in his mouth and gulped down two mouthfuls of Coke. His tongue suddenly separated from his upper palate, making a joyful sound: "Maybe it's because we're not compatible. I don't like him."

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when Zhou Hui returned to his uncle's house. His uncle Yu Changmiao's home was located in the Second Ring Road of Beijing, where every inch of land is valuable. It was a house that contracted an entire building... It was a corridor house, with the alley wall on one side and a residential building on the other. The area was less than 40 square meters, and the narrowest part was only twenty centimeters. The only difference between the matchbox-like house and the corridor house was the roof.

The house was damp, dark, dilapidated and leaky. Even the air in it was rotten and stagnant, making people feel stuffy and unable to breathe.

Melodious violin music floated out from the house along with the winter night wind. If someone who understands music, they would be able to hear that the violinist's level was not very high, and there were several mistakes and changes in the tune in the whole song.

Yu Tianlu saw Zhou Hui and was stunned for a moment before looking at the alarm clock hanging on the mottled wall: "It's already ten o'clock."

After he finished speaking, he put his treasured violin into its case, took a long breath and sat down on the spring sofa. The old sofa under him made a creaking sound.

If he keeps practicing the piano, the neighbors will probably knock on the door and accuse him of disturbing others.

"Uncle and aunt haven't come back yet?" Zhou Hui asked.

Yu Tianlu shook his head in a lack of interest and let out a depressed breath: "They found another job and won't be home until after eleven o'clock."

Zhou Hui raised Grandpa Ken in his hand and said, "Eat something before going to sleep?"

The store manager would let the employees take the leftover food home every day, and Zhou Hui would take some home almost every day.

There was no microwave at home, so Zhou Hui poured all the food in the bag into the rice cooker, closed the lid, and pressed the cook button to heat it up.

When he came out of the kitchen, he saw Yu Tianlu staring at the violin on the dining table in a daze.

Zhou Hui reminded: "Put it away."

Otherwise there will be no place to eat.

Yu Tianlu gently stroked the exquisitely crafted violin like a madman, tears gradually filling his eyes: "Brother, today... the teacher told me not to hold out too much hope for the exam. He almost... told me to give up as soon as possible, because I'm not cut out for it."

"Don't listen to his nonsense. God will reward hard work. You must..."

"Don't comfort me, and don't give me chicken soup!" Yu Tianlu interrupted him, "I know better than anyone that I have no talent. I want to give up more than anyone, but I can't... Whenever I say something like this, my mother will be sad and make a scene..."

Aunt Cui Qin has always dreamed of living a life of luxury. Seeing that there is no hope of demolishing the house and that her uncle Yu Changmiao is incompetent, she regards her son as her only hope. Just because Yu Tianlu was praised by his interest class teacher for being a fast learner and having talent when he was a child, she firmly believes that Yu Tianlu will become a famous violinist. She is willing to work three or four jobs a day, and every word she says in front of Yu Tianlu is "for you."

Yu Tianlu murmured, "A piano worth 68,000 yuan shouldn't be in this house, let alone in the hands of a mediocre person like me."

Zhou Hui didn't know how to comfort him. Any words were pale and powerless. He could only close the piano case and help him put it away.

This cage needs to be broken by Yu Tianlu himself.