Chapter 22
‘Countless chilly winds once caressed my chest.
The farthest dream once forced me to gaze into the stars.’
Chu Xia was surprised again. The singing was good.
Be it the accuracy of the technical notes or the talent in grasping the melody, they were amazing. It was no longer a self-entertaining hobby anymore. He was more like a professionally trained guitarist.
‘Who is that? Is he a student of the Faculty of Art?’
The boy continued to sing in the garden.
‘I was once sneered and mocked countless times, telling me to give up my melodious dream.
4When Tang Dafa saw Su Yang, his fat face broadened with his signature smile while his eyes curled up and his golden teeth were enchanting.
He put the book down and came up grinning widely. “My my, isn’t this our Brother Su? What brings you here? Why didn’t you inform me beforehand?”
Tang Dafa’s enthusiasm scared Su Yang a little, but once he knew he must have helped the man earn a lot, he immediately understood the situation. He smiled and answered, “I didn’t want to trouble you, Little Boss Tang.”
“Come on, stop with the Little Boss Tang. Just call me Brother Tang from now on.” Tang Dafa patted Su Yang’s shoulder and pretended to be vexed.
Su Yang went along with the flow. “Okay, Brother Tang.”
Tang Dafa brought him to the desk and with his ever-bright smile, he said, “Brother Su, you must be here for the commission, am I right?”
Since Tang Dafa was this succinct, Su Yang felt extra comfortable and he nodded. “Yes, I’m here for the commission. I found Tang Xiaomi and you should have heard about it by now.”
Tang Dafa nodded. “Yeah, I got the news that night. It’s okay. Ms. Tang transferred the money to me that night itself.”
As he spoke, he happily fished out a red envelope from his drawer and passed it to Su Yang. “We will split it 50-50. Here’s your share.”
1Su Yang happily took the red envelope, but when he touched it, the volume was thinner than he expected. His smile somewhat froze. Disregarding courtesy, he opened it for a look.
Inside the red envelope were three pieces of red Grandpa Mao notes, looking rather lonely inside.
Su Yang asked in disbelief, “Brother Tang, only 300?”
Tang Dafa’s smile was as sincere as ever. “Yes, my brother. Every fortune-telling session costs 600, so since we are splitting it, 300 is the correct amount.”
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