"Is this really here?" Zhou Yiyang was sitting in the back seat of the taxi and had no choice but to ask Bai Yangyu, the co-pilot.

They drove around a few times and ended up driving into a deep alley.

Yuesao and the four others had returned to Shencheng at this time. They didn't know what Zhou Yiyang had done. They didn't get any results from Guan Fei.

Bai Yangyu lowered his head and looked at his phone, then confirmed the address with the driver. "Yes, it's right here."

The taxi finally stopped outside an old teahouse.

Before Zhou Yiyang walked in, he heard the sound of mahjong collision coming from inside.

There are many such teahouses in Chengdu, and they are the best place for local residents to kill time.

"Is the person we are looking for here?" Zhou Yiyang turned back to confirm with Bai Yangyu before going in.

"Well, it's right inside." Bai Yangyu said truthfully. Although this location didn't seem to match the person they were looking for.

One has to wonder if there is a problem somewhere in the middle.

However, the two of them bravely walked into the teahouse. The old man sitting on the rocking chair at the door was holding a cup of hot tea in both hands and a small satchel tied around his waist.

"Tea?"

"Looking for someone." Zhou Yiyang handed the old man a cigarette.

"who?"

Zhou Yiyang asked Bai Yangyu to tell him his name.

The old man seemed to have been thinking about this name for a long time when he heard it. After a while, he finally remembered it.

"You guys are talking about her." The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile, "She didn't come here today."

Bai Yangyu was quite surprised when he heard this: "Not coming?"

According to the information he had previously investigated, this person would come to this teahouse almost every day, 365 days a year.

"Yes," the old man took a puff of cigarette, and then a satisfied expression appeared on his face. "Logically speaking, she should come every day. As for why she didn't come today, I don't know."

However, the old man told them the other party's address: "It's just right. You can go to her house to check. It's just in time to confirm if anything happened to her. You know, when we reach our age, we are afraid of something happening."

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Bai Yangyu thanked the old man and immediately took out the navigation system.

After checking like this, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, I live not far from here. If we walk there, it will only take ten minutes at most."

"Okay," Zhou Yiyang took the lead and walked out of the teahouse: "Then let's set off quickly! He's right, don't let anything happen."

Ten minutes later, they found an old-fashioned community. There was no access control, and the security guard was an old lady who lived nearby. The history of such a community should be twenty years old.

"We actually live in such a community," Bai Yangyu looked at the place with surprise and an expression of disbelief: "It's really different from what we thought at the beginning."

"To be honest," Zhou Yiyang raised his eyebrows: "I was surprised that you were able to find her at first. But now that you are here, let's go meet the real person!"

The two climbed another six flights of stairs before stopping in front of an iron gate.

"Mr. Zhou," Bai Yangyu glanced at Zhou Yiyang who was calm on the side, but he began to breathe heavily: "You haven't walked up the stairs for a long time, right?"

"You think of me too much." Zhou Yiyang smiled: "Knock on the door!"

Not long after the knock on the door, the sound of people moving around came from behind the door. It can be seen how soundproof the wall is.

After opening the door, the person who poked her head out was a kind-faced and somewhat fat old lady.

She had curly hair and was dressed very plainly, but she kept herself very clean. At first glance, the first impression she gave was quite good.

When she saw the two people at the door, there was a hint of surprise in her eyes: "Who are you two?"

Bai Yangyu immediately handed over the business card he had prepared long ago, and then introduced himself: "My name is Bai Yangyu, just call me Xiaobai. The agent of Yiyang Entertainment. This is the boss of our company."

She looked at the business card in her hand and shook her head with a wry smile: "What does your company do? Sorry, I'm old and can't keep up with the times."

"Perhaps you have watched the variety show produced by our company," Zhou Yiyang said: "I produced "Autumn of Music"."

There was a computer placed in the living room, and Zhou Yiyang guessed it belonged to the old lady.

"I know." The old lady turned sideways at this time and gave them a place to enter: "The teahouse I often go to always likes to play this program. The people there sing very well."

"How does it compare with you?" Zhou Yiyang suddenly asked.

The gentle old lady asked the two of them to sit on the sofa and ran to pour them tea. Her legs and feet could be said to be quite strong.

After all this, she answered Zhou Yiyang's question: "Singing is nothing to compare with. I think everyone's original intention is to tell stories through singing."

The old lady suddenly became serious, but Bai Yangyu, who was sitting on the sofa, felt much more normal.

They came here because they saw a post on the Internet. The post said that there was an outsider in the singing world in Chengdu. Later, Bai Yangyu went to ask some people in the industry, but he didn't expect that they actually knew such a thing.

Number one.

But after seeing where she lived, it was still different from Bai Yangyu's initial imagination.

"Then would you, teacher, be interested in coming to our program, singing a song, and telling your story?"

Zhou Yiyang felt that when facing such an old senior, he didn't need to beat around the bush and could just speak his mind directly.

He could see the change in the other person's eyes after hearing the music.

Moreover, in this somewhat old room, there is still a piano with an incompatible temperament.

The old lady's eyes lit up, and her vivid expression made people feel a sense of pure happiness.

This kind of happiness is definitely not about being on a show and gaining fame, but about having an opportunity to sing.

"Okay, I like singing." The answer is so straightforward.

Bai Yangyu sat aside in a daze, and couldn't help but ask himself why he was sitting here.

He thought it would be troublesome to deal with such an outsider, but he didn't expect it to be over so quickly.

"I heard that you were a music teacher before?" Zhou Yiyang continued to chat with the other party.

"Yes," the old lady nodded: "After retirement, I have lived a life of playing mahjong every day. After returning home, I play the piano. This kind of life is quite good."

"You sing so well," Bai Yangyu asked, asking what he had always been confused about: "Why have you never thought of becoming a professional singer?"

"I'm an old lady. I can teach children how to sing. I can't be a professional singer." The old lady said modestly.

In the end, Zhou Yiyang signed the contract with the old lady, explained the time and place of the recording, and then left.

Bai Yangyu's only regret after leaving was that they should have let the old lady sing a song just now.
Chapter completed!