inspire-indiana Chapter 1302, give me one too.
Chapter 1302, give me one too.
Su Xing checked the time and said, "I have something to do tonight, so I have to go now. Go back and practice your flute skills. I believe you will get better and better."
"Okay, okay." The boy nodded, then said solemnly, "Thank you for your guidance and encouragement. I'm really happy to have met you today!"
Su Xing smiled and said, "It was a pleasure to meet you too. Goodbye."
She put away her flute, slung her backpack over her shoulder, waved to the boy, smiled and nodded at the others beside her, and then walked out of the pavilion.
The boy really wanted to walk her home some more, but in the end he was too embarrassed to continue following her.
He watched Su Xing's departing figure until she blended into the crowd and disappeared...
A strange sense of loss welled up inside him...
One tourist said, "Young man, go back and practice hard. I think you can play as well as that girl someday."
The boy nodded vigorously, "Yes! I'll definitely practice hard!"
Another woman asked curiously, "Did you arrange to meet here to exchange ideas on playing the flute?"
At first, she thought the two young people were together, but now that she sees the girl left first, they are obviously not together.
The boy shook his head. "No, I'm a fan of hers. I just happened to run into her here today."
"Huh? What fans??"
That aunt didn't understand. What does it have to do with fans?
Another tourist chimed in, "They're idols, just like young people who idolize celebrities. They treat celebrities as idols; they're fans of those celebrities."
The aunt's eyes widened. "Huh? Was that girl a celebrity? No wonder she's so beautiful!"
The boy said, "She's not a celebrity, she's a really great blogger!"
"Blogger?? What's that??"
The boy took out his phone and showed the two uncles and aunts Su Xing's Weibo page, "This is the Weibo account, she has more than 20 million followers!"
The tourist who had just explained "fans" exclaimed in surprise, "More than 20 million?? That's more than some celebrities! What does she do?"
The boy said, "She's a student at Peking University, and she's incredibly talented at drawing, playing instruments like the flute and erhu! She's also quite skilled in martial arts! And she has the right values!"
His tone was filled with undisguised pride as he spoke.
"Wow! Students from Kyoto University? That's truly remarkable!"
"Can he draw? Play a musical instrument? And he's skilled in martial arts? What kind of family raised such a child?"
"This is what all-round development in morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics and labor is all about..."
The woman suddenly asked the boy, "Young man, that's your Weibo, right? How did you set it up?"
The boy said, "Oh, this? Just download and register. Auntie, do you have a lot of mobile data? If you do, I'll help you with it."
“A lot! My daughter says I never use up all my data each month.”
An older man said, "Get one for me too."
……
Su Xing was unaware that just moments ago, she had gained several more loyal middle-aged and elderly fans.
She walked out of the scenic area and went to a place with relatively fewer tourists, where she hailed a taxi.
She told the driver about the restaurants she had researched beforehand and found with good reviews, and that she was going to eat there.
On the way, she heard the system's electronic voice in her head again.
[Congratulations, host, on completing the hidden mission: Your bamboo flute playing videos have planted a seed of passion in the hearts of fans, inspiring them to persevere for months; during a chance encounter, you provided guidance and instruction, strengthening their enthusiasm. Reward: Five days of life points, 1% increase in musical talent.]
Su Xing had been dozing with her eyes closed.
Upon hearing about the system's reward, she opened her eyes and raised her eyebrows in surprise.
She thought that since she hadn't encountered any suitable targets today, there wouldn't be any rewards, but she was surprised to find that there was an unexpected surprise!
At that moment, the system's voice sounded again.
This is what you deserve, host.
Su Xing said to himself: Thank you.
【You are welcome!】
Su Xing smiled, a slight curl at the corner of her lips.
Many times she felt that if the system had a physical form, when it was praised or thanked, it should be standing tall with its chin held high, right?
Upon arriving at their destination, Su Xing paid the fare and got out of the car.
She entered the restaurant and ordered a table full of food.
After eating and drinking her fill, she decided to take a stroll along Pingjiang Road.
This place is conveniently located not far from Pingjiang Road.
She raised her wrist to check the time; it was a little past 7:30, so she should have about an hour to shop around.
To avoid wasting time, she took a taxi there.
Pingjiang Road is not wide, only wide enough for two or three people to walk side by side. On one side is the Pingjiang River, where occasionally a covered boat will pass by; on the other side are old houses with white walls and black tiles, with wooden windows half open, revealing dim yellow light.
A few steps away is a small stone bridge with smooth stone railings, and the water ripples under the bridge arches are blurred by the light.
Pingjiang Road doesn't have that many trendy shops yet.
Peach leaves are laid out in the middle section, the storefront is narrow, and there are wooden tables and chairs.
I had seen this old dessert shop in my past life.
She went inside, found a seat, and ordered a few desserts and snacks.
The proprietress was quick and efficient; the food she ordered was served in no time.
The double-skin milk pudding is smooth and tender, and the red bean and glutinous rice balls are sweet but not cloying.
Su Xing ate her dessert with a satisfied expression.
From where she sat, she could watch boats pass by and hear the sound of water lapping against the shore.
Enjoying the night view while eating like this feels incredibly pleasant.
Leaving Taoyepu and heading north, there are several secondhand bookstores with thread-bound books displayed in glass cases. The owners sit at the door flipping through the books without greeting anyone, letting tourists browse at their leisure.
Su Xing browsed around the shop for a while, then continued walking forward. There were some handicraft shops along the street, selling Suzhou embroidery, round fans, oil-paper umbrellas, etc. The shop owners were mostly young people, quietly working, unlike the noisy scenes in later videos.
The lanterns on the river are a warm red, with only a few strings hanging by the bridge and under the eaves, reflected in the water like a string of scattered stars.
Occasionally, tourists would take photos with their cameras.
Su Xing also pressed the shutter, capturing some touching moments in the camera.
The sound of footsteps on the stone-paved road, along with the sounds of water and Suzhou storytelling, is the gentlest rhythm of Suzhou.
Walking to the north end, near Northeast Street, is the direction of the Humble Administrator's Garden.
There are a few more shops here, but it's still not crowded.
There were stalls selling sweet rice porridge and crabapple cakes. The stall owners used copper spoons to scoop up the sweet rice porridge, making a "tap tap tap" sound as they tapped the bowls.
There were no trendy milk tea shops or chain snack shops later on; most of the food was made by local people.
Pingjiang Road is a "living" ancient street, not a deliberately created tourist attraction, but a place where people live.
Smoke rises from the chimneys of old houses, daily life unfolds in the alleyways, and boats come and go on the river. Time here moves as slowly as the waters of the Pingjiang River, unhurried and unhurried, preserving its thousand-year-old pattern.
If Shantang Street is the "bustling" Suzhou, then Pingjiang Road is the "quiet" Suzhou; Shantang Street is a commercial port for "strolling," while Pingjiang Road is an old street for "living."
Its beauty lies in its sense of everyday life.
Su Xing walked slowly along the bluestone path, and finally found a small teahouse to sit down, watching the lanterns reflected in the water and listening to Suzhou storytelling.
Around nine o'clock, the shops gradually began to close.
Su Xing also left the ancient street and returned to the hotel.