Shi Qian forcefully slammed the goods in his hand at the thugs, then snatched the zither back from them.
The thugs were suddenly stunned by the blows. When they turned around and saw Shi Qian, who was dressed even more flamboyantly than them, they almost thought they had run into a fellow gangster.
However, Shi Qian's clothes and jewelry didn't look cheap. The three of them, who thought they had gained nothing today, suddenly had a wicked idea.
The blond guy in the middle winked at the two men next to him, and they understood and stepped forward to grab Shi Qian.
Shi Qian reached out and twisted the arm of the person who rushed up, making him spin around. Then he kicked him in the back, sending him crashing down on another person.
The two men fell to the floor in pain, and the remaining man rushed up. Shi Qian may look thin, but he was full of strength and knocked the man down in a few moves.
Several people kept rushing forward, only to be repeatedly knocked away by Shi Qian. After several rounds, they were all lying on the ground, unable to move.
"roll."
Shi Qian spoke coldly.
Those men didn't dare fight anymore and slunk away. Before long, the area was quiet again.
The old man picked up the violin from the ground and wiped it with heartache, muttering to himself, "What a tragedy, what a tragedy..."
Shi Qian knelt down and comforted him, "Are you alright, sir?"
"My instrument, my string is broken..." The old man had injuries on his face and hands, but he didn't care. He held the instrument and sat on the ground, crying.
"Just find someone to help you change it, old man, you should go home quickly."
Shi Qian walked to the side, picked up the bag that had just been thrown and scattered all over the ground, picked up the fallen jewelry boxes one by one and put them back, and then handed the bag to the old man.
"If you're really short of money, see if you can sell this bag of stuff; consider it a gift from me."
After saying that, she tried to leave, but the old man suddenly grabbed her leg.
"You can't leave! You can't leave! You have to take responsibility for me!" The old man clung tightly to Shi Qian's left leg, preventing him from leaving.
"What? I helped you, and you're trying to scam me?" Shi Qian was speechless. Not only did he not find a house, but now he was being scammed.
"I don't care, you can't leave!" The old man refused to let go no matter what, and Shi Qian didn't dare to use force, for fear that he would break the old man's frame if he used force.
Do you have your family's phone number? I'll call them for you.
"They all don't want me anymore... You can't leave..."
After several minutes of stalemate, Shi Qian had no choice but to compromise.
"Alright, alright, I'll help you with your cultivation. Where do you live? I'll take you back."
"Okay, but you can't let the person run away as soon as I let go."
The old man was still worried and hesitated to let go.
"I won't run away. I keep my word. Get up now."
Shi Qian helped the old man up, put his violin back in its case, and picked up the coin jar and a few scattered coins from the ground.
"I can't walk anymore..." the old man said, looking at Shi Qian, whose hands were full of things.
"Your foot isn't injured, is it?"
"I was so scared my legs went weak... I couldn't walk..."
Shi Qian sighed helplessly. Well, he might as well see it through. He squatted down, carried the old man on his back, and held a lot of things in his hands.
"Can we walk now?"
Following the old man's directions, Shi Qian wandered through a maze of turns until he arrived at an old residential area. The building had no elevator, so Shi Qian carried the person up to the 5th floor, sweating profusely despite the cold winter weather.
"Here?"
"right."
"I'm not saying this to be rude, but you live here, so why are you begging in such a faraway place?"
"I already said I'm not begging, I'm performing! Performing!"
"Alright, alright... Street performers, street performers, where did you end up?"
"Can't I like it?"
Shi Qian was speechless. He looked around the house. The furniture looked a bit old, but it was clean.
"Do you have any ointment here? You need to put some on your face and hands."
"No."
Alright, Shi Qian should have guessed it long ago. He picked up his phone, asked the old man for the address, and ordered takeout.
"You said you'd help me fix it!" The old man grabbed Shi Qian, afraid that Shi Qian would leave.
"I didn't say I wouldn't help you. Where are the extra strings at home?"
The old man took a box from the drawer under the TV cabinet and handed it to Shi Qian.
When Shi Qian opened it, he was surprised to find that the contents were quite complete.
The violin is an instrument that Shi Qian has practiced since he was a child. He is already extremely skilled at changing strings, and he changed the strings very neatly and even helped tune the instrument.
This is indeed a fine instrument, with a superb tone; it must be quite expensive.
"It's ready, give it a try." Shi Qian handed the zither to the old man without asking any further questions.
"Can you play the violin?" The old man didn't answer, but just sat to the side and looked at Shi Qian curiously.
"I know a little."
"Play me a tune."
Wait, why is this old man so arrogant? He orders people around like he owns a knack for it?
Why should I pull it for you?
"Because I want to hear it."
Shi Qian: ...
That's a good reason. Shi Qian looked at his phone. The medicine probably wouldn't arrive for a while. This zither was really nice, and he was itching to play it.
Shi Qian picked up the zither, assumed a posture, thought for a moment, and then played a piece.
This is an original song he wrote a few years ago. At that time, he seemed to have suddenly regained some consciousness. He was very sad and remembered something, so he composed this song.
Shi Qian closed his eyes, completely immersed in the performance. Even after he finished playing the piece, he was still somewhat lost in thought for a long time.
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