The location of Tingshan District is very good, as its name suggests, the lush Ting Mountain is home to it. At the same time, the hustle and bustle of the Grand Canal runs through the mountains, and the back of the mountain is close to the water, even if it is a blessing in Feng Shui.
In addition, there is no industry pollution, and the beautiful Tingshan District has become Jiangcheng, in addition to the Dongcheng District, another city with tourism as its main industry!
Of course, the 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 of the Dongcheng District always gives a feeling of impetuousness.
The Tingshan District is much better. Ten years ago, Jiangcheng built the first university town in the South in the Tingshan District, centered on Jiangcheng Media University, a well-known media school in China.
The strong human atmosphere blends with the beautiful natural scenery, which is suitable for the guy who is the literary man of Yang Yi.
After renting a car, Yang Yi spent two days wandering around the Tingshan District and finally saw a shop that was about to be transferred near the back door of Jiangcheng Media University.
This shop is actually a bit remote and a bit desolate.
Because Jiangcheng Media 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 Jiangcheng Media, so the dining 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 Grand Canal.
But that is not the Xijiang River, which is not swaying, nor the ting creek. In the face 202 Closing the Grand Canal, the lack of willows and the green grassland, the students' interest is always lacking – except for some male and female students who like to find a quiet place to date.
However, Yang Yi looks at it here and likes it quiet and remote.
Why are you so prosperous? Yang Yi doesn't like to open a coffee shop that he can't afford.
The best situation is that 230 guests a day, lenses of three or two, elegantly and quietly drinking coffee, or abandon all restraint to talk about literature and music.
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"You are the owner of this store?" Yang Yi asked the renter on the second floor of the store, 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 rudeness.
This made Yang Yi awe-inspiring, 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 Yi's old face can't be hanged, and the other party'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 Yi, who has 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 Hu Songnan. He used to be a professor at Jiangcheng Media University Classical Music Faculty. His wife used to be the editor of a publishing house in Beijīng. 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 little house was left with only Grandfather Hu Songnan alone.
It's not that children are not filial, Hu Songnan's children have gone to Hong Kong for development, and they always want to pick up the old man, but Grandfather can't bear it because the little house is full of bricks and tiles, and every corner is filled with his wife's Memories.
Now Grandfather is also retiring, and with the pleading of grandchildren, he also has plans to support the days of the past.
"However, I can't let it go." Hu Songnan's eyes restored his wisdom and gently patted the stair railings. "I want to find someone who can take care of it."
Grandfather didn't want anyone to destroy this place and destroy the little house. If there is time in the future, Grandfather also hopes to come back and see at least one thought.
However, this is a bit of a headache for Yang Yi.
Obviously, it is not that easy to meet Grandfather's requirements. Grandfather also did not list a standard at all.
No, it depends on his mouth!
To be honest, Yang Yi really wants to meet someone in a city, at least, the problem that can be solved with money is not a problem!
However, Yang Yi still wants to fight for it, because this bluestone little house is really a literary character, no matter from the appearance or the surrounding environment, he likes it very much.
Yang Yi was silent and told her the truth: "I rent your house, second floor is used to live by myself, then first floor wants to open a coffee shop, your bookshelves can stay…"
In Yang Yi's description, these bookshelves left by Grandfather will be rearranged by Yang Yi to create a book-filled coffee shop.
Grandfather looked at Yang Yi with interest and smiled slightly: "Open a coffee shop here? This is not a good idea, it may be a loss!"
Yang Yi said with carelessness: "It doesn't matter if you don't lose money. It's just my dream, and it's quieter and better. I can write books and listen to music in my spare time."
He didn't feel anything about himself, and Grandfather showed a weird expression.
The style of painting is wrong!
Yang Yi is an eight-foot-tall man with muscular muscles, strong and brave, and influenced by his predecessor's soul mark. He is still inadvertently carrying the shadow of the soldier!
And such a guy said that he likes to listen to music, like dancing and ink? Anyone feels awkward!
However, Grandfather did not raise any doubts, because Yang Yi's plain look made him feel a little different.
"I can ask, what is the name of your coffee shop?" Grandfather asked curiously.
Yang Yi's previous description actually made Hu Songnan feel a bit of a move. For the past few months, he has been exposed to the closest person to his ideas.
Yang Yi had his own ideas, and he said cleanly: "Street Corner's Coffee Shop !"
Grandfather thought that he had got it wrong, and Yang Yi repeated it again, confirming that "Street Corner's Coffee Shop" was indeed the name that Yang Yi remembered, and he frowned for a long time.
"Sorry, I can't think of the name from which the allusion is. Is it convenient for Xiaoyou to tell?" Grandfather humbly asked.
I can see it when I think of it!
"It's a song written by myself," Yang Yi shameless said, plagiarizing the songs of previous lives, he has no psychological burden without legal awareness.
"Hey, is it?" Grandfather said with great enthusiasm, "What song are you writing? What is the name?"
Grandfather is teaching music. Although he is a retired professor of classical music, he is not interested in pop music. When it comes to music, his interest comes up.
Yang Yi didn't answer directly. He looked at the wall next to it and had a quaint guitar in his style. He asked, "Can I borrow your guitar? I will sing it for you."
(What is this song? Do you know children's shoes?)