Famous family warm marriage: black-bellied husband can't afford to offend

Chapter 223 Are You Jealous? (5)

After the boss had cleaned it up, Mu Geunge stepped forward and looked at the gramophone on the counter with unconcealable joy in his eyes.

This time it came out unexpectedly.

Mu Zekai glanced at the gramophone that had been cleaned, strode forward, and glanced, "You like this one too?"

The word "also" made Mu Geunge look at him again, "You have one at home too?"

Maybe he also thought this kind of fate was too interesting, Mu Zekai couldn't help but chuckled, "My father only bought this kind of phonograph, and I still have a phonograph at home that has been in good condition for more than ten years."

Hearing this, the boss looked at the man again in surprise.

No, this person in front of me is also a regular customer.

Only his family can sell this special handmade phonograph.

This is the most proud work of a handicraft-loving friend of my father.Later, this friend settled abroad, and if someone needed his father, he would go to order in person.

But five years ago, that old friend stopped making this kind of phonograph because of eye disease.

So when Mu Zekai said that his family also had one, the boss almost concluded that this person must have been a regular customer before.

It's ridiculous to say that even though he is a regular visitor, it's the first time he's meeting the two of them.Of course it doesn't count on the TV news.

"This gentleman also wants it?" the boss asked, and then he said with a puzzled face: "But this is the only one at home, and this one has been left for too long, so I don't know if it can be used."

The phonograph has been left in the warehouse for a long time, and the position has never been touched, and a thick layer of dust has accumulated.

If he hadn't looked for it this time, he wouldn't have known there was another one at home.

Mu Zekai shook his head, "I don't need it. You give it to Mrs. Huo."

After the boss dusted off the dust on it, he took a cleaning tool to clean up the dust in the crevices as well.

Soon, the phonograph suddenly became new, and its unique sense of age made it seem that even if it had been shelved for more than ten years, it still had a sense of existence that could not be replaced by other items.

As the fingertips caressed the sound of the phone, Mu Geunge's eyes became a little distracted.

"I used to have one at home, but it's been broken for a long time..." Looking at the gramophone in front of him, Mu Geenge seemed to be able to recall her mother's expression every time she played Peking opera or songs.

Mu Zekai stood behind her on the right, looking at her peaceful and beautiful appearance, he couldn't help suggesting, "Why don't you let it go now."

Even now when my father has time to go home, he often plays Beijing opera or songs at home.

When I was young, I listened a little more, and later took over Lin Yue. He was too busy and spent too little time at home. Even the last time I heard it seemed to be a few months ago.

Seeing her hopeful appearance, Mu Zekai was also a little moved.

The boss nodded upon hearing this.

He went to the side and fetched a record, then plugged in the power, put the record down, and pressed the switch under Mu Ge's expectant eyes...

When the sound of "Zhi Zhi" sounded, the hopeful light in Mu Ge's eyes gradually dissipated.

I don't know where the damage is, but it can't be released, only the harsh "squeak" sound keeps ringing.

The boss didn't understand, so he checked left and right, and went to get another record to try, but the result was still the same.

After trying several more in succession, he said helplessly to Mu Ge: "Mrs. Huo, I'm sorry. I'm afraid this gramophone has been in the warehouse for too long and can no longer be used."

Although it was a pity, Mu Geunge also knew that the boss could not be blamed for this matter.

She smiled understandingly, "It's okay. If it's broken, there's nothing you can do about it."

After looking at the gramophone again, Mu Zhenge turned around and went to the counter selling gramophones.

Since this one is broken, she can't buy a broken one and put it in front of her mother.

The record was found, and the phonograph still had to be bought.

"Jinge, have you chosen?" Jin Yaoyao's voice came from not far away, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps.

Jin Yaoyao didn't know about the "regrettable incident of the gramophone". Seeing her standing in front of the counter selling the gramophone, Jin Yaoyao also came to her to have a look, and then pointed to one of the fuselage engraved with rose patterns, "This is beautiful."

The one she was referring to was indeed good, but there was still a gap between it and the previous one.

Involuntarily turned around and glanced at the broken gramophone, then pointed to the one that Jin Yaoyao said was beautiful just now and said to the boss: "That's it."

"Please wrap it up for me."

"Did you like this too?" Jin Yaoyao asked happily, and then handed the thing that she had been holding in her palm to Mu Geunge's eyes like a treasure, "How about this?"

Those are two bracelets. The chains are made of red string with extremely complicated patterns. The pendant is a hollow bell with a bead embedded in the bell.

Jin Yaoyao pointed to the beads inside the bell and said: "The boss said that it is naturally condensed amber, and this amber is inlaid with a sunset mist, which will take a hundred years to form. And it is said that this pair of ambers has a very poignant story."

Mu Ge took one of the bells and placed it on top of her head, looking at the amber in the hollow bell.

It's beautiful, but it's hard to see whether there is evening mist in it.

As for the so-called "poignant story", Mu Geenge was noncommittal.

"If you like the flower, just buy it." The things are simple, and the knotted knots are beautiful and complicated, but I have never seen such a weaving method.

"I've already bought it." Jin Yaoyao seemed to have expected her to say this, took the one in her hand and put it on for her, "One for you and one for me, symbolizing our beautiful and profound friendship."

Listening to her words, the slightly depressed mood because of the gramophone also turned around. Mu Zhenge let her put it on for herself, and finally put it in the sun and looked at it. It was small and exquisite, but it was not bad.

Her wrists are white and shiny, and such a touch of red only adds to the glamour, which is very beautiful.

"I knew you would look good wearing it." Jin Yaoyao proudly looked at her hand raised in mid-air, then put it on for herself, then lifted it and put it next to her, with her arms close together, the two of them watched, Then they glanced at each other and laughed out loud in unison.

The two had never done such a "nasty" thing, but it felt good for the first time.

After such a fuss, the boss also wrapped up the gramophone.

Mu Zhenge handed over the selected records to him, paid the bill, and was just about to pick up the gramophone, but a pair of arms was faster.

Turning around, he saw Mu Zekai, who had disappeared since Yaoyao came, reappeared behind him at some point, and the phonograph was also held in his arms.

"Let me carry you to the car." Before Mu Geunge refused, Mu Zekai spoke first, "Just take it as a thank you for giving up your love."

Mu Ge was a little embarrassed, but his last sentence made her unable to refuse.

After a while, he had no choice but to respond: "Then trouble Mr. Mu."

(End of this chapter)