"Is this really the place?" Zhou Yiyang was sitting in the back seat of the taxi and had to ask Bai Yangyu, who was sitting in the passenger seat.
They drove around a few times and ended up in a dark alley.
Yue Shao and the other three had already returned to Shencheng. They had no idea what Zhou Yiyang had done. They also didn't get any results from Guan Fei.
Bai Yangyu glanced down at his phone and confirmed the address with the driver. "Yes, it's right here."
The taxi finally stopped outside an old teahouse.
Before Zhou Yiyang walked in, he heard the sound of mahjong tiles colliding from inside.
There are many such teahouses in Chengdu, and they are the best places for local residents to kill time.
"Is the person we are looking for here?" Zhou Yiyang turned back to confirm with Bai Yangyu before going in.
"Yes, it's inside." Bai Yangyu said truthfully. Although this location didn't seem to match the person they were looking for.
One cannot help but wonder if there is something wrong in any link.
However, the two of them still walked into the teahouse. The old man sitting in the rocking chair at the door was holding a cup of hot tea in both hands and a small shoulder bag tied around his waist.
"Tea?"
"Looking for someone." Zhou Yiyang handed a cigarette to the old man.
"who?"
Zhou Yiyang asked Bai Yangyu to tell the other party his name.
The old man seemed to think about the name for a long time when he heard it, and after a while he finally remembered it.
"You're talking about her." The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile, "She didn't come here today."
Bai Yangyu was quite surprised to hear this: "Didn't come?"
The information he had previously investigated said that this person would come to this teahouse almost every day of the year.
"Yeah," the old man took a drag on his cigarette, then a satisfied expression crossed his face. "Logically, she should come every day. As for why she didn't come today, I don't know."
However, the old man told them the other party's address: "It's just right, you can go to her house and look for her. It's a good opportunity to confirm whether she has been in trouble. You know, at our age, we are afraid of accidents."
Bai Yangyu thanked the old man and immediately took out the navigation.
After checking, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Luckily, he lives not far from here. If we walk there, it will only take ten minutes at most."
"Okay," Zhou Yiyang was the first to walk out of the teahouse. "Then let's get going quickly! He's right. We mustn't let anything happen."
Ten minutes later, they found an old residential complex. There was no access control, and the security was provided by an elderly woman who lived nearby. This type of community must have been around for twenty years.
"I actually live in this kind of neighborhood," Bai Yangyu looked around in surprise, revealing an expression of disbelief. "It's really different from what we thought at first."
"To be honest," Zhou Yiyang raised his eyebrows, "I was surprised that you were able to find her in the first place. But since you're here, let's go meet the real person!"
The two climbed six more flights of stairs before stopping in front of an iron gate.
"Mr. Zhou," Bai Yangyu glanced at the calm Zhou Yiyang beside him, and began to breathe heavily. "I think you haven't walked up the stairs for a long time, right?"
"You think I'm too precious." Zhou Yiyang smiled and said, "Knock on the door!"
Not long after the knock on the door, the sound of people walking around could be heard from behind the door. This showed how poorly soundproofed the wall was.
After opening the door, a kind-looking, slightly plump old lady appeared.
She had curly hair and dressed very simply, but she kept herself very neat. At first glance, she gave a very good first impression.
She saw the two people at the door, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes: "Who are you?"
Bai Yangyu immediately handed over the business card he had prepared long ago, and then introduced himself: "My name is Bai Yangyu, you can just call me Xiaobai. I'm the agent of Yiyang Entertainment. This is the president of our company."
She looked at the business card in her hand, smiled bitterly and shook her head: "What does your company do? Sorry, I'm old and can't keep up with the times."
"Perhaps you have seen the variety shows produced by our company," Zhou Yiyang said, "'Autumn of Music' was produced by me."
There was a computer in the living room, and Zhou Yiyang guessed it belonged to the old lady.
"I know." The old lady moved aside to make room for them to enter. "The teahouse I often go to always likes to play this show. The people there all sing very well."
"How does it compare to you?" Zhou Yiyang suddenly asked.
The gentle old lady asked the two to sit on the sofa and ran to pour them tea. Her legs and feet were quite agile.
After finishing all this, she finally answered Zhou Yiyang's question: "There's no comparison when it comes to singing. I think everyone's original intention is to tell a story through singing."
The old lady suddenly became serious, but Bai Yangyu, who was sitting on the sofa, felt much more normal.
They had come here because they had seen a post online. That post mentioned a singing master in Chengdu. Later, Bai Yangyu specifically asked some industry insiders, and to his surprise, they actually knew of such a person.
But after seeing where she lived, it was different from what Bai Yangyu had initially imagined.
"Teacher, are you interested in coming to our show, singing a song, and telling your story?"
Zhou Yiyang felt that when facing such an old senior, there was no need for him to beat around the bush and he could just express his thoughts directly.
He could see the change in the other person's eyes after hearing the music.
Moreover, in this somewhat old room, there is a piano that is out of place in terms of temperament.
The old lady's eyes lit up, and her lively expression made people feel a sense of pure joy.
This kind of happiness is not about gaining fame by appearing on the show, but about having a chance to sing.
"Okay, I like singing." The answer was so direct.
Bai Yangyu sat aside in a daze, and couldn't help asking himself why he was sitting there.
He had thought it would be very troublesome to deal with this kind of hermit master, but he didn't expect it to be over so quickly.
"I heard that you were a music teacher before?" Zhou Yiyang continued chatting with the other party.
"Yes," the old lady nodded. "After retirement, I started playing mahjong every day. When I get home, I play the piano. This kind of life is pretty good."
"You sing so well," Bai Yangyu asked, expressing his long-held confusion: "Why have you never thought about becoming a professional singer?"
"I'm an old lady. I can teach children to sing. But I can't be a professional singer," said the old lady modestly.
In the end, Zhou Yiyang signed a contract with the old lady, and told her the time and place of the recording before leaving.
The only regret Bai Yangyu had after leaving was that they should have asked the old lady to sing a song.
"Never mind," Bai Yangyu shook his head. "A singer over sixty performing on stage, no matter how well he sings, is already a great gimmick."
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