The old man sat to one side, somewhat surprised, his eyes shining as he looked at Shi Qian, and asked, "What's the name of this piece you're playing?"
"I wrote this for fun when I was bored, and it doesn't have a name."
"You wrote this yourself?"
"Um."
"Not bad, very talented..."
Before the old man could ask anything else, Shi Qian's phone rang. He glanced down at his phone; it was a pharmacy delivery. Shi Qian answered the call and went downstairs to get the item.
After bringing the ointment, Shi Qian had the old man sit on the sofa and carefully applied the ointment to all the visible wounds.
"Applying the medicine will help it heal faster. Don't go begging or performing there next time; those people will probably come again."
Shi Qian checked the time; it was getting late, and the dorm would be closing soon if she didn't go back.
"I ordered some food for you. It will be delivered directly to your door. Remember to open the door and get it."
"I have something to do, so I have to go first," Shi Qian said, remembering something. She took out all the cash in her bag, which probably amounted to 2,000 yuan. "Take this money first. Don't go performing for now. Rest and recover from your injuries."
Even after giving the money, I still felt uneasy. After all, the old man was so old and had been abandoned by his family. He must have been desperate to make a living because he had no money. He was a pitiful person.
This violin is probably the only valuable thing he owns, which is why he treasures it so much.
Shi Qian pulled an old newspaper from the coffee table and wrote down his contact information.
"If there's any emergency, message me. Don't message me if there's nothing urgent, I have to go to class."
Fearing the old man wouldn't accept the money, Shi Qian quickly said a few words and ran away.
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