Chapter 478: Remember Me?
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
There was a huge uproar in the comments section:
—— [Is this little angel a guest?!]
—— [I like a sickly brother! Xu Tumi, hurry up and leave. I’m going to go stan a new couple!]
—— [Xu Tumi: ??? Is my couple name with Xiang Yi going to lose its right to have a name so soon?]
—— [Ahhhhhh it’s Little Nocturne! The main anchor of the music section of Starry Live! His piano-playing skills are very impressive!!!]
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Across the distant distance, Ling Ye stared at Xiang Yi for a few seconds while his long and curly eyelashes fluttered lightly like the wings of a butterfly.
Shi Sui whispered, “Do you know him?”
Xiang Yi shook her head and said, “I don’t.”
A voice with a suppressed northern accent sounded. “Hey, are you guys all here to receive us? You guys are too polite.”
Only then did the crowd notice that there was a smiling middle-aged man standing on the other side of the car door.
“!”
‘They actually invited the famous folk musician, Tian Zhi?!’
Tian Zhi had performed at the Lunar New Year Gala several times and could be said to be a household name. He was also famous for playing the Suona (Chinese double-reed horn) for a long time.
In the past two years, he had occasionally participated in variety shows.
As long as he was part of the program, there would definitely be humorous scenes.
However, it was surprising that people have been ignoring such a special existence for a long time.
The only reason was that Ling Ye’s face was way too eye-catching.
Tian Zhi was the guest for today’s episode. Shi Sui, Xiang Yi, and the other people came forward accordingly.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Tian Zhi introduced, “This is my little apprentice, Ling Ye.”
The netizens in front of the screen were all stunned.
This was the first time they had ever met a big shot like Tian Zhi, who rarely accepted apprentices.
When he does, he would only accept personal apprentices, like masters who pass on their legacies to their disciples in martial arts novels.
The crowd looked at Tian Zhi, who was clutching his stomach, and then at Ling Ye, who was pale and coughing incessantly. They slowly typed question marks.
There was a pop-up comment that resonated with everyone’s inner thoughts:
[Mr. Tian, please spare me for being straightforward, but you two seem completely different…]
The crowd imagined the scene of Ling Ye puffing his cheeks up while playing the suona…
No matter how angelic his face is, he definitely can’t play a roguish instrument like the suona!
Pretending to be angry, Tian Zhi exclaimed, “What’s up with your expression? Apart from the suona, I can also play the flute and the ancient zither!”
It is no exaggeration to say that Tian Zhi was all-rounded in terms of musical talent.
Ling Ye took the initiative to introduce, “I was three years old when I started learning the ancient zither from my master. Let me take the liberty to chime in and also ask for your guidance.”
So that’s how it is.
With his explanation, both the staff at the scene and the audience in front of the screen were secretly relieved.
To their surprise, Ling Ye’s words had once again sparked an uproar.
“Sister, do you still remember me?”
The young man’s pupils were clear and amber in color. His eyes were rounded and he would glance at Xiang Yi from time to time.
The crowd turned to look at Xiang Yi in unison.
“…” The young girl’s eyes were filled with confusion. “Have we met before?”
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Ling Ye’s long eyelashes drooped; his thin lips pursed tightly, and his tone of voice sound lost.
“Sister, you really… don’t remember me.”
For a moment, Xiang Yi felt that many female staff members were looking at her like she was a scumbag who had abandoned her husband and children…
“I’m sorry.” She apologized.
Ling Ye said, “Sister, you didn’t do anything wrong, you don’t need to apologize to me.” He handed over a gift box, “This is my gift to you, Sister.”
“Huh?”
Xiang Yi opened it to see that there was a delicate and antique bamboo flute, which was very small and suitable for girls.
Tian Zhi did not forget to help his young apprentice. “Ling Ye crafted everything himself, from cutting the material, lacquering and drilling the holes, to calibrating the sound, winding the threads, and engraving the characters!”
Ling Ye’s pupils were watery. Nervous and expectant, he asked, “Sister….can you accept it?”
