MTL - House Dad’s Literary Life

The location of Tingshan District is very good, just like its name, the lush pavilion is located. At the same time, the hustle and bustle of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal passes through, and the back of the mountain depends on water, even if it is a blessing in Feng Shui.

In addition, there is no pollution brought by industry, and the beautiful scenery of Tingshan District has become another urban area with the tourism as the main industry except Dongcheng District!

Of course, Dongcheng District is also inferior to the Tingshan District because the entertainment industry in Dongcheng District is more developed. Under the feast of lights, the scenery in Dongcheng District always gives people a feeling of impetuousness.

Tingshan District is much better. Ten years ago, Jiangcheng built the first university town in the south in the Tingshan District, surrounded by Jiangcheng Communication University, a famous domestic media school.

The strong human atmosphere blends with the beautiful natural scenery, which is just right for Yang Lan, the guy who is bubbling.

After renting a car, Yang Lan spent two days wandering around Tingshan District and finally saw a shop that was about to be transferred near the back door of Jiangcheng Communication University.

This shop is actually a bit remote and a bit desolate.

Because Jiangcheng Communication University is really prosperous, it is the area outside the main entrance and the east gate.

Because the main entrance is tied to Jiangcheng Normal University, the popularity of the two schools is not difficult to understand. Near the East Gate is the dormitory area of ​​Jiang Chuan, so the catering industry outside is relatively developed.

The back door is a bit far from the dormitory area. In addition to some art and media college students who come to class, there are not many students interested in visiting.

Outside the back door is the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal.

However, it is not the blue river that is rippling, nor the pavilion that is trickling. In the face of the calm waters of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, the lack of willows and green grassland dams, the students' interest is always lacking - except for some male and female students who like to find a quiet place to date.

However, Yang Lan looks at it here and likes it quiet and remote.

Why are you so prosperous? Yang Lan does not like to open a coffee shop that he is too busy to come.

The best situation is that there are ten guests a day, three or two regulars, drink coffee in an elegant and quiet manner, or talk about literature and music in a wave.

......

“You are the owner of this store?” Yang Lan, on the second floor of the store, met the renter and asked with some surprise.

In front of him is a silver-haired, but spirited old man. He wears a very traditional Chinese-style Tsing Yi robes, and he always gives a sense of genius and wisdom.

This made Yang Hao suddenly respectful, and when he spoke, his tone was respected a lot.

"Little friend, why do you ask this?" The old man smiled softly and asked, "Do you think that I should not be contaminated with this copper smell?"

Yang Lan’s old face can’t be hanged, and the other’s judgment is very accurate. He really thinks this way.

"Haha, this is actually the house that the school gave me. After so many years, my wife used to open a small bookstore." The old man talked about his wife, and his look was a bit stunned. He gently touched the round wooden staircase. The armrests seem to be remembering something.

On the skill of setting other people's words, Yang Lan, who had been specially trained before, is a master. Not long after, he groaned and let the old man tell the story in his heart.

This is a story about love.

The old man is called Hu Yinan. He used to be a professor at the School of Classical Music at Jiangcheng Communication University. His wife used to be an editor of a publishing house in the capital. Later, in order to come to Jiangcheng and his husband, he resigned and opened a small bookstore.

The two men sang and sang, and they lived together for decades, and the days were calm and happy.

It was not until eight years ago that the grandmother died of illness. This small building was left with a single man.

It’s not that children are not filial, Hu’nan’s children have gone to Hong Kong for development, and they always want to take the old man, but the old man can’t bear it because the bricks and bricks of this small building are filled with memories of his wife. .

Now that the old man has retired, and with the pleading of his granddaughter and granddaughter, he also has plans to support the days of the past.

"However, I can't let it go." Hu Yannan's eyes restored his wisdom and gently patted the stair railings. "I want to find someone who can take care of it."

Father does not want anyone to destroy this place and destroy this small building. If there is time in the future, the old man hopes to come back and see at least one thought.

However, this is a bit of a headache for Yang Lan.

Obviously, it is not so easy to meet the requirements of the Father. The old man did not even list a standard.

No, it depends on his mouth!

To be honest, Yang Lan really wants to meet someone in a market. At least, the problem that can be solved with money is not a problem!

However, Yang Lan still wants to fight for it, because this bluestone small building is really very literary and artistic, no matter from the appearance or the surrounding environment, he likes it very much.

Yang Lan was silent and told her the truth: "I rent your house, the second floor is used to live by myself, and then I want to open a coffee shop on the first floor. Your bookshelves can be left behind... ..."

In Yang Lan’s description, the bookshelves left by the father’s son will be re-arranged by Yang Lan to build a book-rich coffee shop.

The old man looked at Yang Lan with great interest and smiled slightly: "Open a coffee shop here? This is not a good idea, it may be a loss!"

Yang Lan said with carelessness: "It doesn't matter if you don't lose money. It's just my dream, and it's quieter and better. In my spare time, I can write books and listen to music."

He didn't feel anything about himself, and the old man showed a weird expression.

The style of painting is wrong!

Yang Lan is a eight-foot-tall man with muscular muscles, strong and brave, and influenced by his predecessor's soul imprint. He is still inadvertently carrying the shadow of the soldiers while walking and lying!

And such a guy said that he likes to listen to music, like dancing and ink? Anyone feels awkward!

But the father did not raise any doubts, because Yang Lan’s plain look made him feel a little different.

"I can ask, what is the name of your coffee shop?" Father asked curiously.

Yang Hao’s previous description actually made Hu Minan feel a bit of a move. For the past few months, he has been in contact with the person who is closest to his ideas.

Yang Lan had his own ideas, and he said cleanly: "The coffee shop on the corner!"

The old man thought that he had misunderstood, and let Yang Lan repeat it again. After confirming the "coffee shop on the corner", this is indeed the name that Yang Lan remembered. He frowned and thought for a long time.

"Sorry, I can't think of the name from which the allusion is. Is it convenient for Xiaoyou to tell?" Father asked humbly.

I can see it when I think of it!

"It is a song written by myself." Yang Lan said without shame, plagiarizing the songs of previous lives, he has no psychological burden without legal awareness.

"Oh, is it?" Father said with great enthusiasm, "What song are you writing? What is the name?"

Father is teaching music. Although he is a retired professor of classical music, he is not interested in pop music. When he talks about music, his interest comes up.

Yang Lan did not answer directly. He looked at the side wall and hung a little guitar with a simple style. He asked, "Can I borrow your guitar? I will sing it for you."

(What is this song? Do you know children's shoes?)