Producer System: My Girlfriend is a Cellist

Gan Yanyu grinned as she picked up the hairpin and inserted it into Lin Tian's hair.

This startled Lin Tian quite a bit, as from his perspective, Gan Yanyu seemed to be stabbing the hairpin into his forehead.

"What do I need a hairpin for as a guy??"

"But I think it looks nice."

"If you think it looks nice, you should wear it."

"I really want to see Lin Tian wear it."

"I don't want to."

"I spent a long time seriously picking this out...."

Gan Yanyu's voice suddenly weakened.

Seeing this, Lin Tian sighed helplessly,

"Alright then, give it here."

Lin Tian took the hairpin from Gan Yanyu's hand.

The hairpin was a deep blue, looking as if a small piece of sky after rain was frozen onto the metal. The blue intertwined with fine golden patterns, resembling stars twinkling in the night sky.

Under the sunlight, the little blue flower sparkled.

It's the color of Gan Yanyu's eyes.

It truly is beautiful indeed.....

Of course, Lin Tian couldn't pin this thing on his head; the only place he could pin it was to his M-shaped bangs, which would look quite silly.

Still, Lin Tian decided to clip the hairpin on above his ear.

So, it could be considered worn.

"..."

Gan Yanyu looked at Lin Tian, quickly revealing a bright smile.

"Looks nice."

"Nice nice nice."

Lin Tian mimicked a child, making strange noises like Tao Zhe.

The two continued wandering further down the street.

On both sides of the alley were old houses with grey bricks and tiles, lanterns hanging at the doors, and signs posted on the walls for "Old Beijing Fried Sauce Noodles" and "Fried Dough Rings."

In the air wafted the sweet fragrance of sugar-fried chestnuts mingled with the strong garlic smell of braised pork, mixed with the distant melody of a violinist playing "What a Beautiful Violet."

Gan Yanyu suddenly grabbed Lin Tian: "Look quickly! That grandpa is blowing sugar figurines!"

She pointed at an old white-haired man at the alley entrance, holding hot sugar syrup, swiftly blowing into it to create a phoenix with wings thin enough to let light through.

Lin Tian smiled and took out his phone:

"Let me take a picture of you, go stand over there."

However, Gan Yanyu shoved a sugar-coated haws into his mouth,

"Try this first, it's even sweeter than the sago dessert I made last time!"

"...."

With the sugar haw in his mouth, Lin Tian stood there dumbfounded, while Gan Yanyu had already dashed off to the old man, beginning to buy the little sugar figurines.

...

In Baijing, not eating some local specialties is just not right.

After wandering the pedestrian street for an hour, Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu were a bit tired from all the walking.

Lin Tian decided to take Gan Yanyu to find a place to sit down and eat something, to have a rest just in time.

The two turned into a small alley, escaping the hustle and bustle of the main street.

In the alley, there were a few old-fashioned undershirts hanging on a drying line, old-style bicycles piled in the corner with baskets still containing grocery baskets. An orange cat lazed on the wall, its tail lazily swaying back and forth.

Lin Tian found a shop called "Yao Ji Fried Liver."

This shop, reportedly on Little Red Book, is on the must-eat list of Old Beijing Neighbourhoods.

Although most things on Little Red Book are often unreliable, without knowing any locals, he could only rely on this platform.

However, Lin Tian had carefully compared reviews before choosing this shop.

Arriving at the shop, even though it wasn't yet mealtime, there were more people than expected.

Red lanterns hung at the shop entrance, Old Beijing-style New Year posters were pasted on the walls, and the scents of soy milk and braised dishes wafted through the shop, where the boss with a Beijing accent greeted customers.

The shop was very small, with tables and chairs extending all the way to the entrance, forming about seven or eight tables.

Seeing this scene, Lin Tian knew he had come to the right place.

He and Gan Yanyu sat down at a table by the entrance. After ordering a few hot dishes recommended by the boss, Lin Tian rubbed his hands expectantly.

This environment, this aroma, this kind of dining atmosphere.

Really authentic...

Lin Tian was still immersed in his little enjoyment.

At this moment,

Gan Yanyu gently tugged at his sleeve.

"Lin Tian, look at that person....."

Lin Tian paused and turned his head, following the direction of Gan Yanyu's pointing finger.

Just separated by two or three tables from them.

A cello was placed under the table.

And the owner of that cello—

Was a man currently gobbling at the table.

He looked incredibly distinctive—

Wearing a torn, black coat, his hair was messily like a bird's nest, empty bowls of braised dishes, remnants of fried dough, and a plate of gnawed wasabi were scattered in front of him.

Although the cello is clearly an elegant and refined instrument, with this man, even the case looked like it had gone through battle.

It was covered with yellowed bath tickets, expired Daoxiang Village snack tickets, and was tied with a pigeon whistle and cricket jar.

Just at this moment,

"Bang!" went the bowl.

The man put the bowl back on the table, licked the sesame sauce off his fingers, and tapped the bowl with the bow,

"Boss! The bill—!"

Upon hearing this, the bald boss rushed out wielding a frying ladle,

"What's going on? 128 yuan! WeChat or cash?"

The man grinned and patted the coffin-shaped cello case beside him:

"Didn't bring money today, can I just play you a tune?"

"What kind of nonsense???

The bald boss's eyes widened.

"I mean, I'll play a tune for you, and consider it as I've paid, how about it?"

The man said with a cheeky smile.

Immediately,

As if the other customers beside him had been keeping a peripheral watch on this oddly dressed man all along, everyone's gaze turned towards him.

In an instant, someone, eager for excitement, stirred up the crowd:

"This guy must be dumb from drinking soy milk!"