Chengdu

This music shop was called Liangyin Music Shop. Besides the mother and son, there was a man and a woman inside.

The man was likely the guitar teacher, earnestly explaining something.

The woman beside him, arms crossed and looking troubled, seemed to be the shopkeeper's wife, based on his years of experience.

This shopkeeper's wife was exceptionally beautiful, with flowing long hair and a full feminine aura. She looked like a celebrity even without makeup.

Her most striking feature was her figure, especially the way she held her arms, which made her assets even more prominent.

The male teacher said with impatience.

"Ms. Zhang, I've already explained. For a child to learn an instrument, they must learn systematically. Basic music theory alone takes eight to ten days."

"Rhythm, finger pressure, memorizing the fretboard notes, and chord shapes – a month is already very slow for these. To play and sing a complete song will take at least another month."

Ms. Zhang's eyes widened. "Another month? Your lessons are two hundred yuan each. Do you think my money grows on trees! Give me my money back! Let me tell you, my husband knows someone at the Administration for Industry and Commerce. Don't blame me if I take legal action!"

The male teacher retreated half a step, defeated, and said to the buxom beauty behind him.

"Shopkeeper's wife, what should we do?"

The shopkeeper's wife touched her phone. The money she had just received had to be returned, and her heart ached. She felt like this music shop couldn't continue.

"Then refund it..."

When encountering such unreasonable people, it's better to avoid trouble.

Just as the shopkeeper's wife was about to refund the money, Lin Chudong suddenly walked over and said.

"Shopkeeper's wife, are you still hiring guitar teachers?"

Liang Yin frowned slightly. Who is this guy? Doesn't he have any awareness? Can't he see the current situation? And he's asking about hiring teachers?

If this continues, they'll be bankrupt in a few days!

"We're not hiring!"

Liang Yin said curtly.

The guitar case Lin Chudong was carrying looked like it cost only a hundred or two hundred yuan. While a musician's skill can't be judged by the price of their instrument, a professional guitar teacher should at least invest in a guitar worth tens of thousands, right? It's impossible for it to be in such a cheap bag.

Her first impression was terrible, so there was no need for an interview.

Ms. Zhang said sarcastically, "When you hire teachers again, you should keep your eyes open. Don't let any half-baked amateurs teach children and mislead them!"

Being subtly insulted by Ms. Zhang, the male teacher was so angry he almost swore. Being a music instrument teacher is truly frustrating!

Lin Chudong said, "What, I heard you didn't learn to play?"

Ms. Zhang immediately found someone to confide in. After all, Lin Chudong was an outsider, and she opened up. "Isn't that the truth! I've been learning for a month, and all day long it's been eighth notes and quarter notes, looking at sheet music, playing 'do-re-mi.' Is that useful? When relatives visit, I ask him to show off, but he can't do anything. It's just embarrassing. You wouldn't believe it, my third sister brought her child over that day..."

Lin Chudong smiled. It seemed that failing to impress relatives was the most infuriating point for Ms. Zhang.

Lin Chudong looked at the boy and asked.

"How many chords do you know?"

The boy was a little shy and said, "I know C chord, Em chord, and G chord."

Ms. Zhang snorted, "Look at that, he only knows these three useless things. Can he perform in front of anyone? I should have gone to the piano shop next door to learn piano. By now, he might even be able to play 'Wedding in My Heart'!"

Lin Chudong didn't engage with Ms. Zhang's complaint and said.

"I'll teach you another chord. I can teach you a song in ten minutes, okay?"

The boy was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded.

Liang Yin and the Male Teacher next to them exchanged glances, showing a hint of confusion.

Liang Yin, perhaps because her figure was too proud and her weight distribution uneven, always liked to cross her arms. This posture seemed to lighten her load.

"Shopkeeper's wife, what should we do? Let him teach?"

"Mm, let's try. See what his skill level is."

"Okay."

Lin Chudong took out the guitar from his backpack and sat down with the boy.

"This is the Fmaj7 chord. You don't need to know how it's constructed; you just need to know how to press it."

The Male Teacher next to them couldn't help but shake his head and whispered.

"He hasn't even grasped basic triads properly and is already teaching the child seventh chords. This is like pulling up seedlings to help them grow."

The fingering for the Fmaj7 chord was basically the same as the C chord, just in a different position. In about a minute, the boy had learned it.

"Okay, four chords are enough for a song. I'll write down the left-hand chords for you, and the right-hand rhythm pattern is 632123. Can you do that?"

The boy tried strumming the strings, following the 632123 sequence, and it was very easy.

"Good. I'll demonstrate."

Lin Chudong played a simple intro and then began the verse.

"The tears that fall, are more than just last night's wine."

"The longing I feel, is more than just your tenderness."

"Yu Lu..."

"..."

"Walk with me through the streets of Chengdu, ooh ooh~, until all the lights go out, without stopping."

"You'll hold my sleeves, I'll put my hands in my pockets, walk to the end of Yulin Road, and sit at the entrance of the tavern!"

A simple little outro, perfectly concluded.

Ms. Zhang's eyes lit up, "This is great, we'll learn this, how long will it take to learn?"

Lin Chudong said, "One lesson, but... I need to get hired first."

Lin Chudong's gaze fell on Liang Yin.

Liang Yin came back to her senses from the singing, "Okay, I'll hire you, you can start teaching right away!"

As long as this Ms. Zhang is taken care of, everything else is negotiable!

Lin Chudong began the lesson with the child, while Liang Yin pulled the male teacher aside.

"Wang Zhi, how is this teacher's skill? He sings so beautifully!"

Wang Zhi shook his head, "I can't tell his skill level, his fundamentals are very solid, his pitch is very clean, and his rhythm is also very good, but this song is too simple, it doesn't show his skill."

"It's just his teaching philosophy that I can't agree with. To learn music, you need systematic study. How can you teach how to press chords without even learning their composition? This kind of crash course method just won't work!"

Liang Yin looked at Lin Chudong as he spoke eloquently.

"Why do you care how he teaches? As long as the child learns it, that's what matters."

"Wait, no, why does he look a little familiar? Who sang that song just now?"

Wang Zhi said, "I haven't heard it, let me search... there's no such song, it seems to be original."

"Damn, could he be a professional singer? He sings so well, that voice... Da Fei?"

Liang Yin took out her phone and searched for the Da Fei Band. She carefully looked at Da Fei's common face in the photo, and was then utterly shocked.

"It really is Da Fei!"

"Wang Zhi, hurry up and check the entrance for any cameras, it might be a reality show, and he's here to experience life!"

Wang Zhi said, "Don't joke around, Da Fei never participates in reality shows, it can't be Da Fei, he just looks like him."

"I really want to dig out both your eyes and use them as marbles to play with. If he looks like him, can his voice also sound like him?"

"Hurry up and order some dishes from the restaurant next door, we have a big shot visiting!"