The woman's divination ended, and the masses admired Mr. Xiang very much, and praised him spread throughout the street.

"Mr. Xiang, it's time to go back and rest." The servant fanned Mr. Xiang.

"No hurry, I agreed to entertain two guests tonight."

After waiting for a long time, no one was willing to come and do divination.

"It seems that they are all scared."

"Yes, I was scared by Mr. Xiang's skills just now. Who dares to recover the real situation?"

As the sky got darker, the crowd gradually dissipated.

That night, there was no other person to come and tell his thoughts. So Mr. Xiang decided to end the event tonight. He was still a little relieved, after all, he had gained something tonight, the first time in three years.

After the people left, Xiaoqiu opened her curious eyes and asked, "Mr. Xiang, is that woman's sister really in this piano? Isn't this a story you made up?"

"The world is big, and there are many things you don't know."

"What? Then is there or not?"

Mr. Xiang did not answer. Xiaoqiu looked at the servant again.

The servant spread his hands: "Don't ask me, I don't understand."

It's late at night.

"It's so hot~" Xiaoqiu walked into Mr. Xiang's room and threw the piece of silk that Mr. Xiang disliked to the table. "Together with the money of the fine silk, I won't have my monthly salary. It's useless for me to keep this piece of silk, so I'd just use it to use Mr. Xiang as a rag~ Humph! He doesn't feel sorry for him anyway."

She leaned against the window tiredly, staring blankly at the faintly lit path. Mr. Xiang was walking with a piano. During the year she worked in Xiaoxiang Pavilion, she had always had a doubt in her heart: What is the purpose of Mr. Xiang divination outside the Pavilion every day? Making money? It is impossible, he is already very rich! Is it just to get a good story? No, there must be a deeper reason.

"What are you stunned?" Mr. Xiang walked into the room and woke Xiao Qiu from his contemplation.

"Oh." Xiaoqiu came to her senses, looked at Mr. Xiang blankly, pretending to be respectful.

"Stop pretending, I don't know what your personality is. You have always been free and never respect anyone."

Xiaoqiu, who was seen through, stuck out her tongue awkwardly.

"Tomorrow morning, someone will come to Xiaoxiang Music Hall for an interview. You can help the owner manage it."

Xiaoqiu was slightly surprised: "Wow, you are no longer the only musician in the Xiaoxiang Music Hall! It's finally bustling~"

Mr. Xiang's eyes were cold and his tone was calm: "That's not necessarily true. If their skills were not good, they would not be qualified to come in. Maybe they wouldn't be able to find any of them tomorrow. Okay, I'm going to wash up and go to bed. You should go out quickly, you don't need you here anymore."

"Oh, then I'll leave." Xiaoqiu looked back and looked forward to Mr. Xiang saying something gentle farewell before she left. However, Mr. Xiang just walked towards the bedroom and said in a cold tone: "Don't forget to close the door. But don't lock it from outside anymore. You really made me miserable last time."

The next day, the weather was very clear, and clouds floated over the sky and gently passed over people's heads.

"What a free and easy life!" Xiaoqiu opened the window of his room and breathed the air mixed with the fragrance of wild flowers and grass. "Although Mr. Xiang's face is cold and hard, the environment here is really comfortable, and there are no rules. I am almost spoiled. Fortunately, my stepmother drove me out a year ago, otherwise I wouldn't be able to come here and I could only be angry at home every day."

She walked leisurely to the outermost yard and found that the owner had arrived.

The owner of the museum has a kind face and a good heart. He is forty-three years old this year, twenty-five years older than Mr. Xiang. It seems that the two have known each other for a long time.

"Come on, Xiaoqiu, please help me sort out the order of the interview list." The owner waved to Xiaoqiu.

"Where is Mr. Xiang?" Xiaoqiu looked around and found that there was no one here except the director.

"He is busy studying the guqin and music scores every day, so let him sleep for a while."

Xiaoqiu walked over and flipped through the list casually, and asked, "Owner, I have always had a doubt~"

"What's wrong, what are you thinking about again?"

"Why are you so respectful to Mr. Xiang? You are the owner, aren't you? He is just a musician in Xiaoxiang Pavilion."

"Oh." The owner waved his hand quickly, "In the future, don't say anything like this."

Xiaoqiu was very puzzled, and her beautiful eyebrows were twisted in a ball: "Why are you so nervous? Why can't I say that?"

"Oh, don't ask. Come and sort out the list with me."

"Okay, then I won't ask about this. I'll ask you something else, why did Mr. Xiang recruit new musicians?"

"Oh, Xiaoxiang Music Hall has been open for three years, but the money is only paid but not in. In another half a year, Mr. Xiang and I will spend all the money. So we still have to make some money."

"Mr. Xiang can just make money by himself? Why bother to recruit another one?"

"You don't know that Mr. Xiang is extremely arrogant and weird. He doesn't want to play ordinary music for guests, and he doesn't want to use music to please guests to make money. His lifelong wish is to be able to play the most unusual and powerful music. He has very high requirements for this music and must be able to let the listener feel the objective and real scene."

"The music with great supernatural powers?" Xiaoqiu thought, "No wonder he waited for guests with knots every night to come. It turned out to be looking for inspiration."

"It's almost the same."

"That woman's sister was really hiding in the guqin for three years last night? This is outrageous~ How did Mr. Xiang know about her sister?"

"I don't know, Mr. Xiang has never explained it to me clearly. However, Mr. Xiang has indeed encountered something bizarre."

"Oh? What could it be?" Xiao Qiu poked his chin with his fingers, looked up at the sky, and accidentally became stunned again.

"I've only seen him pulling a ball out of a big, weird and beautiful box."

"Then what?"

"I won't know what happened next."

"So, what is his purpose in creating supernatural music?"

"This... this is not what you should know. Alas, Xiaoqiu~ I will remind you from the perspective of an elder, don't ask some things if you can't ask; some feelings if you can't move, don't move. Because you will never know what you are curious about or what you like will bring to your life."

Xiaoqiu was a little confused and stared at the director with his dazed eyes. It took a long time to come back to his senses and nodded. However, she had forgotten why she nodded.

"Oh, I hope you understand what I mean. Otherwise, I will regret recruiting you in, and I will feel guilty for the rest of my life." The director sighed, lowered his head, and continued to sort out the list.

Xiaoqiu has been helping with him listlessly, and she vaguely felt in her heart that her love for Mr. Xiang had been noticed by the director. She did not expect any relationship with someone as powerful as Mr. Xiang. She just hoped to be by his side and take care of him. Today, when the director said this, she felt a little worried.

After all, I don’t know Mr. Xiang either, right? Maybe Mr. Xiang is the demon from hell. Once I fall in love with him, I will die of a life of death.

When Xiaoqiu thought of this, she felt a little chilled.

Half an hour later, all the applicants arrived one after another. Xiao Qiu and the director waited and counted, and there were only two.

Xiaoqiu looked at them carefully. One of them was in his twenties, and the other one was probably in his seventies.

She secretly asked the director: "There are dozens of people on the list, why are there only two people coming?"

"Oh, I made a mistake. The one I just did is the guest list of Snowflake Art Museum."

"So...so... that's it~"

The director cleared his throat and said loudly: "The visitor played his best songs in the order of the list."

The first applicant was a young man dressed in bright clothes and polished powder. His tops and shorts were made of high-quality silk.

After sitting down, he showed his strength on his best piano.

Xiaoqiu sat on a small stool, holding her head, closing her eyes and listening. It sounded so nice~

"Okay." After the young master played for only a short period of time, the director asked him to stop, "To save time, let's do it first. I'm so angry that I like your performance very much. If I can, I can move to the museum today."

The man smiled gracefully: "To be honest, I don't want to be a musician at Xiaoxiang Music Hall. I just want to take this opportunity to meet Mr. Xiang. What about others?"

"It's really unfortunate that Mr. Xiang went out." The director lied.

"Oh, it is my greatest wish to be a confidant with Mr. Xiang."

"This is really difficult. Mr. Xiang..."

Seeing the director's face showing a look of embarrassment, the young master roughly understood something. Fortunately, he was also a reasonable person.

"Since that's the case, I will say goodbye first. If you have the chance, Mr. Hitoka will become a confidant." He bowed to the director, and then bowed to Xiaoqiu who was sitting on the small stool, "I will say goodbye."

Xiaoqiu felt a little flattered. After all, he was just a servant and could receive such a great gift, not to mention that he was sitting on a small stool!

"This young man is quite polite. If Mr. Xiang knew him, it might be a good thing."

The director winked at Xiaoqiu: "Don't talk too much."

The next interviewer was the old man in his seventies.

He smiled calmly and he bounced calmly.

Xiaoqiu was fascinated by the ears and was worthy of being a veteran! His skills are really profound~

He also played for a short time and stopped.

The director looked happy: "Congratulations, this old gentleman, for passing, you can move in today."

"Me?" the old man smiled happily, "I didn't expect that I, a retired palace musician, could still be recognized by the curator after not touching the guqin for more than ten years. Hahaha, thank you, and thank you for the little girl who listened carefully. I am very happy today, and it's not in vain to come here once."

The old man laughed unruly and continued, "Look at me, who am I?"

The director looked at him in confusion for a while, and suddenly showed a smile of meeting his old friend: "Uncle Du! Long time no see."

"Haha, my wife will come today, and she will bring her specialty food. I finally found out that you live here, don't rush me~"

"Auntie is here too! Then you go inside and rest first. It's okay to stay here."

"Hey, where is him?" the old man asked in a low voice mysteriously.

"He... was probably either sleeping or practicing the piano."

"All everything is OK?"

"For the sake of uncle and aunt, everything is fine, Mr. Xiang."

"Mr. Xiang...a good name."

Xiaoqiu was stunned when she saw the two people suddenly appearing familiar, but because they deliberately lowered their voices, she couldn't hear what they were talking about.

After working hard during the day, he still didn't attract musicians. Xiaoqiu looked at his shadow on the ground depressedly.
Chapter completed!