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Xu Fan thought to himself, "Could it be that the foreigners don't recognize Chinese characters?"

Out of humanitarian spirit, Xu Fan walked over and greeted him, saying, "Hello, my friend, do you need any help?"

Upon hearing the voice, the foreigner turned around and hummed in response.

It should be pronounced in the third tone, indicating doubt.

Xu Fan didn't think too much about it, nodded, and thought to himself that he really couldn't understand it.

"Let me introduce it to you," he said in perfect British English, "This restaurant sells the most famous mutton stew in Chang'an. Besides that, they also have some side dishes for you to choose from, such as cucumber with minced garlic, cold bean sprouts, and stir-fried shredded potatoes."

Xu Fan introduced the dishes on the menu in fluent English.

A pretty young waitress next to him stared in disbelief, it was hard to tell whether she was impressed or something else.

Anyway, Xu Fan felt that in other people's eyes, he was just as good at everything else besides being a singer, which was something to be happy about.

So he continued proudly in English, "If this is your first time in Chang'an, I highly recommend that you try a bowl of mutton stew with bread, which is bread placed in mutton soup. It's absolutely delicious."

After Xu Fan finished speaking, he felt that his performance was pretty good.

It's not about showing off, but the humanitarian spirit and the Chinese nation's willingness to help others are worth promoting.

But at that moment, the foreigner said in fluent Sichuan dialect, "I don't understand what you're saying. Can't you speak Chinese?"

Xu Fan was stunned.

He looked at the foreigner in front of him. He had white skin, blue eyes, and big, deep-set eyes. He had curly hair. No problem.

So, he blurted out instinctively, "Aren't you a foreigner?"

The foreigner touched his slightly curly hair and said, "Does it look like me? I'm from Sichuan Province, and my ancestors have lived here for three generations. I thought you were going to get claws."

Xu Fan looked embarrassed; even though he was wearing a mask, he couldn't help but blush.

You've really embarrassed yourself. You're not just looking like a foreigner, you practically have "foreigner" written all over your face.

Xu Fan could only give an awkward smile and say, "Oh, you're from Sichuan Province. I saw you looking at the menu for a long time, and I thought you couldn't understand it."

The man arrogantly raised his head and said, "Do I have decision-making difficulties and can't do it?"

The waitress next to him lowered her head, trying to suppress her laughter.

Xu Fan was helpless; the image he had just built up was ruined in an instant.

With a smile, he could only say, "Okay, okay."

After saying that, he ignored the man and turned to leave.

But just then, the man suddenly said, "Hey, haven't I seen you before?"

Xu Fan waved his hand, not even turning his head, and said loudly, "You've definitely never seen it before. You're overthinking it."

Zhou Fuchun was the foreigner's name. He watched Xu Fan leave, a smile appearing on his lips, and said to the waiter, "Miss, stop smiling, one bowl of mutton soup with bread."

As he spoke, Zhou Fuchun sat down to the side, took out his phone, and sent a text message.

The text message contained only a few words: "More interesting than I expected."

Xu Fan secretly vowed that he would never help with such things again; it was just too embarrassing.

Thinking about all this, he watched the people coming and going in Chang'an, their figures busy.

After thinking about it, since it was still early, he decided to wander around by himself, perhaps to visit the train station outside Chang'an City.

Chang'an City was still bustling. The midday sun was neither too hot nor too cold.

Some people are hurrying along the way.

Some people are drinking tea and singing opera when they have nothing to do.

Someone is looking down at their phone, unsure of who they're texting, maybe several people.

Someone was there, carrying a backpack and hurrying towards the train station.

As Xu Fan passed by, he casually looked around.

There are so many things to remember in this city, such as the Terracotta Army, historical sites, and mutton stew.

There was a section of city wall outside the train station, but Xu Fan didn't go up it. Instead, he walked on a nearby pavilion.

Looking at the hurried pedestrians coming and going, he couldn't help but sigh that life is always spent in a whirlwind of activity.

Leisurely days do exist, but they are relatively few and far between for most people.

Xu Fan saw a figure from behind.

I don't know why. Maybe it's because we haven't seen each other for a long time, maybe it's because of the envelope that fell out of the fat man's pocket, or maybe it's something else.

Anyway, he suddenly felt that the figure looked a lot like her.

Is it her?

Not really.

Xu Fan rejected his idea again, shook his head, and prepared to leave the train station.

Meanwhile, Xiao Pu hurriedly rushed to the train station.

In her search for the Xu Fan concert ticket she had accidentally lost, she almost missed her train back home.

Entering the station, preparing for ticket inspection.

She glanced back at Chang'an City.

She saw a figure disappear from the attic. She knew it wasn't him, but for some reason, she felt a little empty inside.

Perhaps it's a regret.

I couldn't say "good luck" to him in person.

Perhaps it was sadness, but in the end I actually lost my ticket to your concert, even though that seat required turning my head to the side.

Well, she eventually got a better spot.

Perhaps it was longing, but this feeling left her somewhat helpless.

Tickets checked, boarding.

Sitting on the train, she took out her bag and, with a sense of unease, knowing she couldn't find it but still hoping she might have left it in her bag, she flipped through it twice more.

She knew she really couldn't find it.

She took a deep breath and suddenly felt inexplicably irritable and sad.

The train had already started moving, and before she left, the only things she enjoyed in this city were a bowl of mutton stew and a bowl of cold noodles.

She had a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) in her bag, which she planned to eat on the way.

Thinking about these things, she suddenly smiled foolishly again, like a flower, smiling happily.

She took out her phone, thought for a moment, edited a text message, and sent it.

Xu Fan left the train station, intending to go to the clock tower, but for some reason, he inexplicably felt that the figure from behind was Xiao Pu.

But he glanced at it again and didn't see it.

I think I panicked.

So he thought about it, edited a text message, and sent it out.

Ding!

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===Chapter 289 Some Tacit Understanding===

Ding!

It's the notification sound for both successfully sending and receiving a text message.

"Brother Fan, if your throat feels uncomfortable, drink more hot water to soothe it. All of us Fan fans are supporting you."

"Xiao Pu, do you remember the piano piece I played last time? Could you help me think of a name for it?"

There was no ambiguity, no expression of special feelings.

Xu Fan and Xiao Pu both smiled when they received the text message.

Xu Fan wanted to send a message: "I just saw someone's back that looked like you."

But in the end, he felt that this didn't make any sense, and whether it was similar or not seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Xiao Pu originally intended to say: "I saw your concert, it was wonderful, but you have a sore throat, so please take good care of yourself."

But instinctively, while composing the text message, she changed the topic because she suddenly realized that although her visit wasn't exactly a secret, she had only wanted to come and see the place, nothing more.

Sending those "take care of yourself" messages seems too ambiguous; I don't feel qualified to do so.

Therefore, the text messages sent and received by the two people essentially meant the same thing.

But the meaning it conveys is a different feeling altogether.

Xu Fan originally wanted to revise that piano piece properly, but the piece still didn't have a name, so after much hesitation, he chose this topic.

Maybe they just wanted to chat.

And just like that, the two of them found themselves having more to talk about.

It might be a concert, or it might be a piano piece.

Anyway, they just forgot about time.

Xu Fan sat on a wooden chair at the foot of the city wall and chatted.

Xiao Pu chatted on the train.

The next day, Xu Fan and Zhao Feiyang also boarded a plane back to Zhonghai.

The matter in Chang'an was basically over, so the two of them naturally didn't linger, as there was still much to be done.

The release of a second album and the second season of The Coming One are both on the agenda.

The audio adaptation of the novel "Ghost Blows Out the Light" also needs to be expedited.

Moreover, there was also the filming of the movie "Dying to Survive". Although Liao Fanxing was in charge of this matter, she still needed to consider the major aspects herself.

On the plane, the fat man lay lazily in his seat and said weakly, "These past two days have been fucking exhausting."