Debuted right after graduating from high school

Chapter 5 What are you doing? Stealing garbage?
Although in his previous life he sang in bars, wandered between various crews, and came into contact with many so-called artists.

However, Fan Wumian is really unhappy with his current hairstyle and dress, especially this "Chen Haonan-style" long hair, which always makes his neck and ears itchy.

Moreover, after lying in the hospital for so many days, his hair has become greasy and he often scratches it subconsciously.

It feels like a pleasing landscape painting covered with a layer of mud. If it is not carefully wiped and maintained, it would be a waste of time and effort.

Since he wanted to develop in the entertainment industry, it wouldn't be a waste to spend some money to groom himself, so Fan Wumian wanted to use the pitifully small amount of money in his small treasury to get a new hairstyle that didn't require blow-drying.

I went to the bathroom to take a shower, then found a solid black short-sleeved shirt from the closet, paired it with a pair of thin jeans, and then put on flip-flops and prepared to go out.

When I passed the door, I found a can of tea on the shelf.

In his previous life, he drank a cup of tea every day. He reached out to pick up the tea can, opened the lid and looked inside. Fan Wumian was surprised and said, "Wow, I'm drinking one bud and one leaf of premium Maofeng?"

It's no wonder that he was so surprised. After all, with Silly Old Fan's income level, this was obviously spending money extravagantly. He had to keep a record even when he went out to eat a bowl of wonton noodles, but he was willing to spend money on tea.

People who like to drink tea often have a lot of cups at home.

Fan Wumian squatted down and looked in the cabinet. Sure enough, he found a few new teacups. He picked out a bright double-layer glass cup, opened the box and went to the kitchen to wash it.

Everything in the house is old, only the kitchen is relatively new. There is a layer of dust on the countertop. I have the impression that I have not cooked at home very often since I was a child.

The house is close to Temple Street Night Market, and there is no shortage of food nearby. Locals can always find small restaurants with great value for money.

I have to say that silly old Fan knows how to live. He once said the classic quote "If you spend one hour less cooking and washing dishes every day, it is equivalent to adding a dozen days to your life." After Fan Wumian thought about it carefully, he found that it makes sense.

But the time saved is used by the new father to lie on the sofa and watch TV series, football games, or play mahjong. It doesn't seem to make any difference whether it increases his lifespan or not, because it is all wasted anyway.

As a young master whose family was once rich and even opened a Cantonese opera teahouse and theater, Silly Old Fan is absolutely professional when it comes to laziness and enjoying himself.

It's a pity that the father chose to lie down, and Fan Wumian inevitably suffered. With the rapid decline of Hong Kong entertainment after the millennium, the silly old Fan, who worked as a handyman in the props department of the crew, earned less than many smuggled Filipino maids.
Open the door with the teacup in hand.

Fan Wumian unexpectedly discovered that the girl living next door was bending down and picking up the garbage bag she had just placed at the door.

She wore a pair of black-framed glasses on her nose, and the collar of her shirt was a little big, so that a hint of white was revealed, and the "Mariana Trench" surrounded by black cloth was also clearly visible.

Blinking his eyes, Fan Wumian asked blankly: "What are you doing? Stealing garbage?"

The other party was obviously stunned.

Their eyes met for a moment, and the girl named Zhuang Muxi, wearing a white shirt and a ponytail, blushed immediately. She quickly waved her hand and held the garbage bag, and said to Fan Wumian:

"No, no! Don't get me wrong. I'm just going out to work part-time and wanted to take your garbage downstairs. The hot weather will easily cause it to smell bad and attract flies and mosquitoes."

Fan Wumian said happily: "Thank you, I was just joking."

Transparent white plastic bag.

As luck would have it, the front of the CD with Aoi's swimsuit photo printed on it was stuck on the plastic bag.

Not only Fan Wumian saw it, but Zhuang Muxi, who was holding a garbage bag, also saw it clearly. He felt that the round-faced woman on the CD seemed a little familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before.

Just when Zhuang Muxi was about to take a closer look, Fan Wumian snatched the garbage bag and said:

"Ha! Let me help you throw it away. The garbage bag is quite heavy. My dad never throws away the garbage in his room and even asks me to help clean it up."

Living next door to his house, Zhuang Muxi knew that he had just been cleaning at home. After all, once the old washing machine was turned on, everyone on the upper and lower floors would know that his family was washing clothes. Zhuang Muxi's parents even jokingly discussed at home whether they should pay out of their own pockets to give his family a new washing machine for free, as if they were exchanging money for peace of mind.

Being able to spend several million Hong Kong dollars to buy a house and move their family here from Taiwan, Zhuang Muxi's family conditions are not bad. At least they are much better than the "indigenous" Fan family in this old building.

Originally, she should have said something, but Zhuang Muxi was not good at dealing with such things. When the words came to her lips, she just smiled and said, "My parents are busy, so I often help with cleaning."

The garbage bags all fell into Fan Wumian's hands.

Both of them were going out, so they came to the elevator together.

Zhuang Muxi doesn't like socializing, especially after she moved to Hong Kong where she was unfamiliar with the place and couldn't speak the language, and was given the nickname "Braces Girl". However, Fan Wumian, who used to deal with bar guests all day, is particularly good at this.

He stared at Zhuang Muxi, broke the silence and said:
"You are so tall, almost 1 meters tall. Ever since you moved your family here, I've noticed that you are so beautiful. If you were to participate in the Miss Hong Kong beauty pageant, I'm afraid everyone else would have to stand aside."

This is a compliment.

In order to avoid the conversation dying down after he flattered her, Fan Wumian did not wait for her to answer and asked, "Where do you work part-time?"

Zhuang Muxi felt a little embarrassed after hearing this, raised her hand to fiddle with her side bangs, and replied:
"I'm in a piano store next to Nathan Road, teaching piano to kids on their summer vacation. Today is my last day of part-time work, and I'll have to go back to school soon."

"Hey, are you the mysterious piano goddess in the building? Did you also play Chopin's Nocturne just now?"

Fan Wumian was a little surprised.

I just felt that my previous self was indeed blind. I only saw that Zhuang Muxi was wearing braces, but did not notice that her potential for beauty was temporarily sealed by glasses and braces.

Her braces were removed this summer, and her charm quickly emerged.

When she returns to campus, there is a high probability that she will no longer be the Fan Wumian she used to be, the new goddess he can reach.

Zhuang Muxi whispered, "I'm sorry that practicing the piano at home occasionally might disturb your family."

Fan Wumian immediately waved his hand and said:

"It doesn't matter. What people hate is that you have poor skills and play the piano blindly to disturb others. The music you play is very nice. I should give you the ticket money. Listening to you play the piano often makes me feel that my artistic cells have been nurtured. I should thank you."

Zhuang Muxi was amused by his words and said:
"The song just now was Chopin's Serenade in C, OP48-NO1. If you have a favorite song in the future, I can play it for you."

This piece of music is easy to listen to but very exciting to play.

As long as it is played well, a group of amateur piano lovers can kneel down to listen. Even without talking about the music processing, just playing this song is enough to make many people drunk.

“Okay, there are a few that I really like.”

Unfortunately, Fan Wumian doesn’t understand much of that, and his understanding of piano is still limited to the very nice songs like “Wedding in the Dream”, “Summer”, “Mark of the Rain”, and “River Flows In You”.

After taking the elevator downstairs to throw away the garbage, Fan Wumian went to get a haircut while Zhuang Muxi went to work.

It was just an ordinary day, but the girl seemed particularly happy. Having been a good girl since childhood, like many girls of the same type, she had no resistance to cool and handsome boys like Fan Wumian.

Fan Wumian was also very happy. After arriving at the barber shop, he couldn't help but sigh that it was good to be young. Although he had no money, he had a lot of hair.

(End of this chapter)