Origin

After Wu Zhongyuan finished speaking, Fan Duo was confused, "I don't know anything, what can I do for you?"

"Find a place to sit down and talk." Wu Zhongyuan said.

Fan Zi nodded in agreement and did not go far this time. There was a barbecue restaurant not far from the disco bar. Neither of them were very interested in barbecue, but eating was only secondary. All they needed was a relatively quiet place. conversation environment.

The barbecue restaurant was not quiet either, but it was still much quieter than the disco bar. Wu Zhongyuan didn't feel anything unusual at first, but after sitting down, he found that the diners at several tables had deliberately lowered their voices when talking, and no one was making any noise.

Seeing Wu Zhongyuan turning around and looking around, Fan suddenly remembered something, "By the way, did you get into a fight at the Hongyun Food Stall last night?"

"What's wrong?" Wu Zhongyuan asked with a smile. The food stall that Fan mentioned was the place where he had the fight.

"Is it really you?!" Fanzi was very excited, "Good fight. I know the person you hit. He is usually very ruthless. You are doing harm to the people."

"Except for that." Wu Zhongyuan curled his lips and smiled.

"Really, there are always some people from society causing trouble in disco bars, but tonight there are none," Fan said, "If there were more people like you who are not afraid of trouble, there wouldn't be so many bad people in society. .”

Wu Zhongyuan smiled, looked at the menu and ordered some food at random.

"Are you kidding me?" Fan still couldn't believe it.

Seeing that the waiter kept looking at the blood stains on the front of the fan, after the waiter left, Wu Zhongyuan raised his hand to hide the blood stains, and then helped her restore the damaged clothes to their original appearance.

"Wow." Fanzi was stunned.

Maybe he realized that he was a little out of sorts, so Fan tried hard to calm down, "By the way, you just said you wanted me to do something for you. What can I do? Can you run errands and deliver letters?"

"No," Wu Zhongyuan shook his head, "I will send you directly to the palace five thousand years ago. Then I will write you a letter. You give the letter to them, and they will send someone to accompany you for a walk. Huan'er, my queen in the middle palace is also a modern person. If she is not busy, she can accompany you in person."

"Are you married?" Fanzi was a little disappointed.

Wu Zhongyuan saw Fan Zi's disappointment, but he was not surprised, because whether a man meets a woman or a woman meets a man, they will subconsciously classify them immediately.

The initial classification has only two categories, one is possible for further development, and the other is impossible for further development.

"Good things will always be robbed." Wu Zhongyuan half-joked.

"Haha, I kind of believe you are really an emperor." Fan also laughed.

"I am." Wu Zhongyuan opened a bottle of carbonated drinks. He didn't like carbonated drinks very much, but he didn't hate them either. Many people severely vilified carbonated drinks and regarded them as scourges. In fact, carbonated drinks are not that scary. If they are harmful, The level is set at level 10. Fast-growing chicken products including eggs from farms are at least level 5 or above, while carbonated drinks cannot even reach level 2.

"Hey, you haven't told me what you want me to do yet." Fan urged.

"There was very little music in ancient times," Wu Zhongyuan said. "You go back and help me cultivate some talents in this field, and arrange some music pieces according to different occasions such as sacrifices, battles, and people's livelihood. It doesn't have to be all original, but it must be posted. It’s timely, majestic when it should be, exciting when it should be uplifting, thick when it should be, you know what I mean.”

"I can probably understand." Fan nodded.

"Well, it's mainly the melody and rhythm, the lyrics are useless." Wu Zhongyuan said.

"Why are the lyrics useless?" Fan was puzzled.

"Because ancient and modern languages ​​are incompatible." Wu Zhongyuan said casually.

"Is there a big difference?" Fan asked.

"It's very big, almost completely different, and only a few parts are similar to Cantonese," Wu Zhongyuan said. "Mandarin has four tones, Hokkien has seven tones, and Cantonese has nine tones. In my era, there were more than a dozen tones. A voice."

"Let me listen." Fan's eyes were urgent.

Wu Zhongyuan thought for a while and quickly said an old saying.

"It's like singing. I don't understand it at all. What does it mean?" Fan asked.

"You are very brave tonight." Wu Zhongyuan smiled.

Fanzi felt a little embarrassed after being praised by Wu Zhongyuan, "I can't help you with anything."

"Many times what we value is not the gain or loss of interests, but the attitude of the other party." Wu Zhongyuan picked up the chopsticks and started eating. The first thing that came out was cold vegetables. Celery was also available in ancient times, but it didn't taste like this.

Fanzi had recovered from her previous panic. Because she was extremely excited, she couldn't help but talk too much. She was also worried that her chattering would arouse Wu Zhongyuan's resentment, so she tried hard to find a relatively meaningful topic, "My attainments in music." It’s not high, there are many professional professors…”

Before Fan could finish speaking, Wu Zhongyuan waved his hand to interrupt her, "Music is about one's understanding, and it doesn't necessarily mean that the professor is good. What I need is not bel canto singing. What I want is music that can affect other people's emotions." , Different occasions require different atmospheres, what I said is not very precise, but you understand what I mean, and I believe you can do it well."

"You trust me so much, I'm under a lot of pressure." Fan said.

"The spiritual civilization in ancient times was very backward, and the music was very monotonous and lacking. You will be a master when you go back." Wu Zhongyuan said with a smile.

"I'm really flattered by what you said," Fan said. "I'm also willing to give it a try, but this kind of thing can't be done in a day or two. You have to let me stay in ancient times for a few more days."

"Okay." Wu Zhongyuan nodded.

Although it was called a midnight snack, Fan Zi barely ate a bite, and no one else was in the mood to eat at this time. Seeing that Fan Zi was curious and worried that asking too many questions would offend him, Wu Zhongyuan explained the situation in ancient times in a concise and comprehensive manner. She said something. Unlike the Smurfs who joined the 18th Precinct, Fanzi had gone to college and had strong understanding and acceptance skills. However, for students with professional specialties like her, cultural courses were very average, especially history. Lack of adequate understanding.

Just as he was about to check out and leave, two people in casual clothes came outside. They walked straight to Wu Zhongyuan. After briefly introducing themselves, they handed him a communication device and apologized to him. They only said that the person on duty had no work experience and tried to give instructions. He, aroused his disgust, and will definitely avoid this situation in the future.

Wu Zhongyuan previously sent the communication device back to the 18th Branch. Now the two men sent another one, but it has the same effect. Wu Zhongyuan can also understand the other party's approach. If he wears the communication device, the headquarters can know what he encountered. , wherever you have been, if you don’t wear it, the headquarters will not be able to obtain relevant information.

The 18th Precinct gave him the steps, so Wu Zhongyuan got down, symbolically criticized himself, and then accepted the communication device.

When the two left, Wu Zhongyuan sent them out and took the opportunity to tell them to check the origin of the fan. Although he believed in the fan, he had to be cautious. Sending a modern person back was not a trivial matter. If he sent a hostile spy back, the consequences would be disastrous.

It was already past one o'clock in the middle of the night. Knowing that Wu Zhongyuan did not have a fixed residence, Fan invited him to stay in his rented apartment for one night.

Wu Zhongyuan didn't want to do that thing, but he agreed after thinking deeply. In order to ensure nothing went wrong, he tried not to let her leave his sight before sending the fan back to ancient times.

Shanzi lived not far from here, so the two walked there. The apartment Shanzi lived in was not big, and the room could only be described as not messy, but far from tidy.

There was only one bed. Although Fan tried his best to let him sleep on the bed, Wu Zhongyuan still chose the sofa. It is best not to stay overnight when visiting other people's homes. Even if the host tries his best to stay, try not to stay in other people's homes. There is really nowhere to go. , and can only sleep in the living room. This is the basic etiquette of being a guest. The host can be enthusiastic, but the guest cannot be down-to-earth.

Fan went to take a shower, and Wu Zhongyuan sat in the living room and watched TV. He had become somewhat out of touch with society in the past few years since he left. When he left, TV programs could only be watched by changing channels, but now they can be watched on demand.

After taking a shower, Fan went to the back room and made a few calls. Several friends were worried about her and called to inquire about the situation, but her phone was on silent mode before and she didn't hear them.

Although he still had questions, Fan was too embarrassed to ask any more questions. It was already very late now, and it was time for Wu Zhongyuan to rest...