Hou Caixia's face, which had been filled with joy all day, was now shrouded in worry. She never expected that her return would bring such a big trouble to the song and dance troupe.
She sat outside the greenhouse, looking distressed and sighing.
As soon as Liang Liang left the camp, he saw her sitting by the roadside with a worried expression.
"Sister Caixia! This has nothing to do with you, you don't need to sigh like this." Liang Liang sat down next to Hou Caixia to comfort her.
“Xiao Liang! How can this not be my fault? This situation wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for me. I get upset just thinking about it. This can’t go on like this. I want to talk to Li Zhiguang.”
“Sister Caixia! If you’re going to be upset, then don’t think about it. This is really not your fault. It’s just that you ran into a shameless person. You don’t need to go to Li Zhiguang. If you go to him, he might make some unreasonable demands.”
Li Zhiguang might make some unreasonable demands; such a thing could very well happen.
"But we can't keep going like this!"
"There will be a way."
Liang Liang felt that they should find a solution, preferably someone who could make connections and talk to those thugs.
As long as he could strike up a conversation with the gang leader, Li Zhiguang was negligible.
But where can we find someone to connect with?
Today is May 30th, Sunday.
There were many people on the street, and many parents were taking their children for a walk.
Liang Liang mingled among these people, wandering aimlessly through the streets in the afternoon.
As he walked, he pondered the problem, considering whether he should call Qin Wenju to ask if she had any connections in Landi City.
Without realizing it, he looked up and found himself in the Youth Cultural Palace of Landi City.
There were many parents and children at the entrance of the Landi City Children's Cultural Palace.
Liang Liang then realized that he had actually followed the crowd here.
In the 1980s and 90s, the cultural palaces for children in various cities were true paradises for children in those cities.
Every Sunday, this place becomes their happy world.
Liang Liang, a young man, stood out conspicuously in this group, leaving him feeling quite bewildered.
"Big brother! What are you doing here?"
Just as Liang Liang finished his bewilderment and was about to leave this place he shouldn't have come to, a voice suddenly rang out not far away. Then he saw the boy who had been learning guitar that he had seen a few days ago at the entrance of their dance troupe.
The boy, still carrying his guitar, stood out from a group of boys his age and came to Liang Liang's side.
"I just wandered around and ended up here. You're here learning guitar?"
"Yes! Big brother! The strumming technique you taught me that day really impressed our teacher!"
A single strum of the zither can subdue a teacher? What kind of teacher is that?
"Big brother! I went to see your performance that night. My mom took me."
"Really?"
"Of course it's true. My mom has a really good impression of you. She kept praising you when she got home, saying you play the piano well and are good-looking. My dad almost beat her up."
Liang Liang was somewhat surprised. He almost got beaten up for this, and this guy's dad had a terrible temper.
"Big brother! It seems like you haven't been performing these past two days, why is that?"
"Something came up and I can't perform for the next couple of days, but I'll be back in a couple of days," Liang Liang said with a laugh.
"So you guys don't have much to do these past few days? Big brother, could you help me out with something?"
"Help you out? How can I help you when I don't even know your last name?"
"My surname is Zhao, and my name is Zhao Xiaoqiao."
"Alright! Now I know your name. So, how can I help you?"
"Isn't the day after tomorrow Children's Day? Our school is having a party, and I signed up to perform."
"You're not going up on stage to ask for guitar accompaniment or a guitar solo, are you?"
It's a bit ridiculous that someone would go on stage to sing after only three months of guitar lessons.
However, this is not unusual at the school level. Being able to complete a program is considered a success, and as long as it has some merit, that's enough.
Zhao Xiaoqiao said shyly, "I want to go on stage and sing a song. Didn't you say that playing the guitar would win a girl's favor?"
He did remember that.
"So, what kind of performance would you like to do on stage?"
"I want to sing a song with my own accompaniment."
"You're at a level where you can go on stage and sing with your own accompaniment? Did I hear you correctly?"
"That's exactly what I need your help with. If you could come on stage and accompany me..."
This guy is a little shrewd for his age; they've already got their hands on him.
Liang Liang was absolutely right to say that Zhao Xiaoqiao was precocious despite his young age. Then, Zhao Xiaoqiao said something that made Liang Liang look at him in a new light.
"Big brother! Our guitar teacher is so pretty, would you like me to take you inside and introduce you?"
As Zhao Xiaoqiao spoke, she lowered her voice and her eyes darted around, looking exactly like a pimp.
Liang Liang smiled: "Really?"
"Really! She has a great figure with a prominent bust and hips, and she's really tall. She looks like...like Zhang Manyu, and her name is only one character different from Zhang Manyu's, Zhang Yu."
This kid's even learned the phrase "curvy"? Who taught him that?
Was this word in the books sold at the stall back then? Or did this guy learn it on his own?
No wonder this guy's grades are bad; he probably spends all his time thinking about this. He's a natural flirt, and a repressed one at that.
If someone has this gene, we should look to their parents. Does this guy look like his mom or his dad?
Since Liang Liang had nothing better to do, he accepted Zhao Xiaoqiao's invitation. He also wanted to see what this girl who resembled Zhang Manyu was like.
Zhao Xiaoqiao's aesthetic sense is passable. The guitar teacher at the cultural center really does resemble Zhang Manyu quite a bit. If you look closely, she seems even prettier than Zhang Manyu, at least her eyes don't have to strain as much as Zhang Manyu's.
There are more than a dozen children learning guitar in this class, which is not a large number.
Liang Liang felt a little awkward when he arrived here. Should he sit with these children and pretend to be one of them, or should he wait outside?
He was just about to leave the classroom when the bell rang, signaling the start of class.
Liang Liang had no choice but to lie down on the last row of seats in the classroom, hoping to get away with it. If all else failed, he would leave after one class.
To everyone's surprise, when the girl named Zhang Yu saw someone sleeping on the table in the back row, her face tensed up.
"Hey kid, if you want to sleep, you'll be more comfortable sleeping at home." Zhang Yu tapped the table where Liang Liang was lying on with a plastic ruler.
Zhao Xiaoqiao quickly stood up: "Teacher, he came with me, he didn't come to learn guitar."
His explanation only made Zhang Yu angrier: "Zhao Xiaoqiao! I know your dad is powerful, but didn't I tell you not to let those scoundrels under your dad's command come here? This is a sacred place, not a place for those filthy scoundrels."
"Teacher! He's not a thug, he's my friend. If you don't believe me, I'll call him over."
At this point, Liang Liang could no longer pretend to be asleep, so she had no choice but to raise her head.
"Hi! Hello!" Liang Liang greeted Zhang Yu like a shameless jerk.
Zhang Yu was taken aback when she saw him, then her expression suddenly underwent eighteen changes, finally turning into a little fangirl with a radiant smile and her eyes crinkling with laughter.
"Are you an actor from that song and dance troupe called 'Northern Wolf'?"
Liang Liang was quite surprised. Was he really that famous?
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