The owner of the phone repair shop was named Wei Qun.
He admitted that he was a dishonest businessman who had scammed plenty of clueless customers through shady tricks like swapping parts while repairing phones.
But Wei Qun had rarely done such things lately.
If you asked him why, it was not because sitting too long had given him hemorrhoids or constipation. It was because an inexplicable melody had been constantly echoing in his mind.
Only he could hear that melody. No one else could.
That afternoon.
Wei Qun was repairing a customer's phone when he suddenly frowned. "By the way, Xiao Zheng, do you hear anything?"
His apprentice, Xiao Zheng, asked curiously, "Boss, hear what? No."
"How could you not hear it? That familiar melody," Wei Qun said.
"Boss, is it acting up again? You should see a doctor," Xiao Zheng said.
"I already saw one. The doctor said I was fine, that it was a psychological issue and wouldn't affect my health. He told me to relax, keep a cheerful mood, eat and drink whatever I wanted, buy whatever I liked, and treat myself better."
"Listen, it's coming again."
Wei Qun closed his eyes and listened carefully, then softly hummed, "Mm-mm-mm dong, dong, dong-dong. Something like that."
"Boss, I still can't hear anything." His apprentice, Xiao Zheng, looked utterly confused.
"Nightfall brings a faint chill, prosperity settles into frost." Someone hummed as he walked over.
Wei Qun suddenly said, "Listen, the melody is getting clearer."
"Boss, someone's singing. A customer is here," Xiao Zheng said.
"Boss, want to hear a song?"
Yang Jian suddenly sat down at the counter and placed a phone on it. It was playing a song called "Liang Liang."
"Yes, yes, yes, that's the melody. That's it. Huh? How did you know?"
Wei Qun