The location of Tingshan District was very good. Just like its name, the lush Tingshan District was located in the middle. At the same time, the winding Jinghang Grand Canal flowed through it. It was backed by mountains and water. Even in terms of feng shui, it was a blessed land.
In addition, there was no pollution from industry. The beautiful Tingshan District became another district of Rivertown with tourism as its main industry other than the East District!
Of course, the East District couldn't be compared to Tingshan District because the entertainment industry there was more developed. Under the red lights and green lights, the scenery of the East District always gave people a feeling of impermanence.
Tingshan District was much better. Ten years ago, Rivertown built the first university town in the south in Tingshan District around Jiangcheng Media University, a famous media college in the country.
The strong cultural atmosphere blended with the beautiful natural scenery. It was just right for Yang Yi, a guy who was passionate about literature.
After renting a car, Yang Yi spent two days walking around Tingshan District. Finally, he took a fancy to a shop near the back door of Jiangcheng Media University that was about to be sold.
This shop was actually a little remote and desolate.
This was because the real bustling area of Jiangcheng Media University was the area outside the main entrance and the East District.
Because the main entrance was next to Jiangcheng Normal University, it was where the popularity of the two schools converged. It wasn't hard to understand why it was bustling. Jiang Chuan's dormitory area was near the East District, so the food and beverage industry outside was more developed.
The back door was a little far from the dormitory area. Other than some students from the arts and media colleges who came for classes, there weren't many students who were interested in visiting.
Outside the back door was the Jinghang Grand Canal.
However, it wasn't the rippling Xijiang River, nor was it the trickling Tingxi Stream. Facing the calm Jinghang Grand Canal and the lack of willows supporting the banks and green grass embankment, the students were always a little disinterested — except for some male and female students who liked to find quiet places to go on dates.
However, Yang Yi took a fancy to this place because he liked its silence and seclusion.
Why did it have to be so bustling? Yang Yi didn't like to open a coffee shop that he couldn't handle.
The best situation was ten or so customers a day, with two or three regulars. They would drink coffee elegantly and quietly, or talk about literature and music without restraint.
.....
"Are you the owner of this shop?" Yang Yi asked in surprise when he saw the person renting the place on the second floor of the shop.
In front of him was a silver-haired but hale and hearty old man. He wore a very traditional Chinese green robe, and his every movement gave people a sense of elegance and wisdom.
This made Yang Yi suddenly feel deep veneration. When he spoke, his tone became much more respectful.
"Little friend, why do you ask?" The old man smiled gently and asked, "Do you think that I shouldn't be tainted by the stench of money?"
Yang Yi's old face was a little embarrassed. The other party's judgment was very accurate. He really did think so.
"Haha, this is actually a house given to me by the school. After so many years, only my wife used it to open a small bookstore." When the old man talked about his wife, he looked a little sad. He gently touched the round wooden handrail of the stairs, as if he was reminiscing about something.
Yang Yi, who had received special training in the past, was an expert at tricking others. Not long after, he coaxed the old man into telling him the story in his heart.
This was a story related to love.
The old man's name was Hu Songnan. He used to be a professor at the School of Classical Music of Jiang City Media University. His wife used to be an editor at a publishing house in the capital. Later, in order to come to Jiang City to reunite with her husband, she resigned and opened a small bookstore.
The two of them were in harmony and helped each other in difficult times for decades. Their days were peaceful and happy.
Until eight years ago, when the old grandma fell ill and passed away, the old man Hu Songnan was the only one left in this small building.
It was not that his children were unfilial. Hu Songnan's children had all gone to Harbor City to develop. They had always wanted to take the old man over, but the old man was reluctant to leave this place because every brick and tile of this small building was filled with his memories of his wife.
Now that the old man had retired, and with the pleas of his grandchildren, he also had plans to go over and enjoy his remaining years.
"However, what I can't let go of the most is still this." Hu Songnan's eyes regained their wisdom and he gently patted the handrail of the stairs. "I want to find someone who can take care of it well."
The old man didn't want anyone to destroy this place and this small building. If there was time in the future, the old man still hoped to come back and have a look. At least, it would be a memory.
However, this was a bit of a headache for Yang Yi.
Obviously, it wasn't so easy to meet the old man's requirements. The old man didn't list out a standard at all.
Whether it worked or not, it all depended on his mouth!
To be honest, Yang Yi really hoped to meet a philistine. At least, the problems that could be solved with money were not problems!
However, Yang Yi still wanted to fight for it, because this small bluestone building was really artistic from the appearance and the surrounding environment. He liked it very much.
Yang Yi was silent for a moment and said his thoughts truthfully, "I will rent your house. The second floor will be for myself, and then the first floor will be used to open a coffee shop. Your bookshelves can be left behind …"
In Yang Yi's description, the bookshelves left by the old man would be rearranged by Yang Yi to build a coffee shop full of the fragrance of books.
The old man looked at Yang Yi with interest and smiled slightly, "Open a coffee shop here? That's not a good idea, you might lose money! "
Yang Yi didn't care and said, "It doesn't matter if I lose money or not, it's just my dream. Moreover, it's better if it's quiet. In my free time, I can write books and listen to music."
He didn't think much of it, but the old man showed a strange expression.
The style was not right!
Yang Yi was an eight feet tall man, with coiled muscles, strong and brave, and under the influence of the soul imprint of his predecessor, he still inadvertently carried the shadow of a soldier when he walked or sat!
And this kind of guy said that he liked to listen to music and play with literature? Anyone would feel uncomfortable!
But the old man didn't raise any questions, because Yang Yi's calm expression made him feel a little different.
"Can I ask, what name do you want your coffee shop to be named?" The old man asked curiously.
Yang Yi's description before, actually made Hu Songnan a little moved. In these few months, he had come in contact with people who had the same idea as him.
Yang Yi already had his own idea, he simply said, "The coffee shop at the corner of the street!"
The old man thought that he had misheard and asked Yang Yi to repeat it. After confirming that "the coffee shop at the corner of the street" was indeed the name that Yang Yi thought of, he frowned and thought for a long time.
"Sorry, I can't think of any classical story that this name came from. Little friend, can you tell me?" The old man humbly asked.
It would be a miracle if he could think of it!
"It's from a song that I wrote." Yang Yi said shamelessly. Plagiarizing songs from his previous life, he didn't have any psychological burden as he didn't have any legal awareness.
"Oh, is that so?" The old man said excitedly, "A song that you wrote? What's the name? "
The old man taught music. Although he was a retired classical music professor, he wasn't uninterested in pop music. When talking about music, his interest rose.
Yang Yi didn't directly answer, he looked at the wall next to him. There was a simple looking guitar hanging on it and asked, "Excuse me, can I borrow your guitar? I'll sing it for you. "
(What's this song? Do you know what it is?)
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