After Wu Zhongyuan said that Fan Zi was very confused, "I can't do 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 Diba. Both of them were not very interested in barbecue, but eating was only secondary. All they needed was a relatively quiet conversation environment.

The barbecue restaurant was not quiet either, but compared to Diba, it was still much quieter. At first, Wu Zhongyuan didn't feel abnormal, but after sitting down, he found that several tables of diners deliberately lowered their voices when talking, and no one made a loud noise.

Seeing Wu Zhongyuan turn around and look around, Fan Zi suddenly remembered something, "By the way, did you fight at the Hongyun Food Stall last night?"

"What's wrong?" Wu Zhongyuan asked with a smile. The food stall that Fan Zi mentioned was where he fought.

"It's really you?" Fan Zi was very excited, "I'm good at hitting. I know the person you hit. I'm usually arrogant. You are eliminating the harm for the people."

"Suppose you're the big deal." Wu Zhongyuan smiled.

"Really, there are always some people in the society who are doing things in the Di Bar, and there is not one tonight," Fan Zi said. "If there are more people like you who are not afraid of trouble, there will be less bad people in the society."

Wu Zhongyuan smiled and looked through the recipe and ordered some food casually.

"You're not kidding me, are you?" Fan Zi still couldn't believe it.

Seeing that the waiter kept looking at the blood on the chest of the fan, Wu Zhongyuan raised his hand to hide the blood, and instead helped her restore the broken clothes as before.

"Wow." Fan Zi was stunned.

Maybe he realized that he was a little out of control and 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 I send a letter to run errands?"

"No," Wu Zhongyuan shook his head, "I will send you directly to the palace five thousand years ago. At that time, I will write you a letter. If you give it to them, they will send someone to accompany you out for a walk. My palace queen is also a modern person. If she is not busy, she can accompany you in person."

"Are you married?" Fan Zi was a little disappointed.

Wu Zhongyuan saw Fan's disappointment, but was not surprised, because no matter whether a man meets a woman or a woman meets a man, he will classify it subconsciously at the first time. There are only two categories in the initial classification. One is that it is possible to develop further, and the other is that it is impossible to develop further.

"Good things will always be stolen." Wu Zhongyuan half-joking.

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

"I was it." Wu Zhongyuan opened a bottle of carbonated drinks. He didn't like carbonated drinks very much, but he didn't hate them. Many people seriously vilified carbonated drinks and regarded them as a disaster. In fact, carbonated drinks are not that scary. If the harmfulness is set to level 10, the fast-growing chicken products, including eggs from the farm, are at least level 5, and carbonated drinks cannot even reach two.

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

"There were very few music in ancient times," said Wu Zhongyuan. "You go back and help me cultivate some talents in this area, and arrange some musical repertoire based on different occasions such as sacrifices, wars, and people's livelihood. It is not necessary that they are original, but they must be appropriate. They should be majestic, encouraging, and heavy. You know what I mean."

"I probably understand." Fan nodded.

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

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

"Because the languages ​​of ancient and modern times are not in common," Wu Zhongyuan said casually.

"Is there a big difference?" Fan Zi asked.

"It's very big, almost completely different, and only a few of them are somewhat similar to Cantonese," said Wu Zhongyuan. "There are four sounds in Mandarin, seven sounds in Minnan, nine sounds in Cantonese, and more than a dozen sounds in that era."

"Say it, let me hear it." Fan Zi's eyes were urgent.

Wu Zhongyuan thought about it and quickly said an old saying.

"Like singing, I can't understand at all, what does it mean?" Fan Zi asked.

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

After being praised by Wu Zhongyuan, Fan Zi felt a little embarrassed, "I didn't help with anything."

"Many times we value not the gains and losses, but the other party's attitude." Wu Zhongyuan picked up the chopsticks and started eating. The first one to come was cold dishes. Celery also existed in ancient times, but it was not the same taste.

Fan Zi had already come back from his previous horror. 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 disgust, so she tried hard to find relatively meaningful topics, "I don't have high attainments in music, and there are many professional professors..."

Before the fan could finish speaking, Wu Zhongyuan waved his hand and interrupted her, "Music is about understanding, not necessarily a professor, and I don't need any 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 accurate, but you understand what I mean, and I believe you can do it well."

"I'm under a lot of pressure if you trust me so much." Fan Zi said.

"The ancient spiritual civilization was very backward, and the music was also very monotonous and lacking. After you go back, you will be a master." Wu Zhongyuan smiled.

"I'm so flattered to you," Fan Zi said. "I'm willing to try it, but this kind of thing cannot be done in a day or two. You have to let me stay in ancient times for a few more days."

"Yes." Wu Zhongyuan nodded.

Although it is called "Eating Midnight Snack", Fan almost didn't eat a bite. If anyone had no intention of eating at this time, he was curious when he saw Fan and was worried that he would be disgusted by asking too much. Wu Zhongyuan briefly told her about the ancient situation. Unlike the Smurfs who joined the 18th Branch, Fan had been to college and had strong understanding and acceptance skills. However, students like her had very ordinary cultural courses, especially lacking enough understanding of history.

Just as he was about to check out and leave, two people in casual clothes came outside and walked straight to Wu Zhongyuan. After a brief introduction, he handed over a communication device to him and apologized to him, saying that the staff on duty had no work experience and tried to direct him, which aroused his disgust. This situation would definitely be avoided in the future.

Wu Zhongyuan had previously sent the communication device back to the 18th branch office. Now the two of them sent another one, but their functions were similar. Wu Zhongyuan could understand the other party's approach. He could know what he encountered while wearing the communication device headquarters and where he had been. If he didn't wear it, the headquarters would not be able to obtain relevant information.

After the 18th branch gave the steps, Wu Zhongyuan also set himself down, symbolically criticized himself, and then accepted the communication device.

When the two left, Wu Zhongyuan sent it out and took the opportunity to tell them to check the origin of the fan. Although he believed in the fan, he had to do it with caution. It would be a big deal to send a modern person back. If he sent a hostile spy back, the consequences would be unimaginable.

It was already past one o'clock in the middle of the night. When Fan Zi learned that Wu Zhongyuan had no fixed residence, he invited him to stay in the apartment he rented for one night.

Wu Zhongyuan was unwilling to do the things about the melon field, but after pondering, he agreed. In order to ensure that everything was foolproof, he tried not to let her leave her sight before sending the fan back to ancient times.

The place where Fanzi lives is not far from here, so the two of them walked to. The apartment where Fanzi lives is not big, and the room can only be described as non-chaotic, and it is still a distance from being tidy.

There was only one bed. Although Fan tried his best to let him sleep, Wu Zhongyuan chose the sofa. It would be better not to stay overnight when he was a guest at other people's house. Even if the host tried his best to keep him, he tried not to live in other people's houses. If he really had nowhere to go, he could 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 real.

Fan Zi went to take a shower, and Wu Zhongyuan sat in the living room to watch TV. In the past few years, he had become a little out of touch with society. When he left, the TV program could only be watched on-demand, and now it can be broadcast on demand.

After taking a shower, Fanzi went to the inner room and made several calls. A few friends were worried about her and called to inquire about the situation. Her cell phone was silent before and didn't hear it.
Chapter completed!