Hello, 1983

Whitney angrily led her pit bull back to the villa, which she only moved into this year.

The album sold well the year before, won the Billboard No. 1 for 14 consecutive weeks, and last year won the 28th Grammy for Best Female Pop Vocalist, which made her rich enough to buy a mansion in Beverly Hills.

Young and famous, she is inevitably a little arrogant. This morning, she was severely repaired by a guy, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

When she walked to the door of the house, she looked at Ryan, who was languid. The lions had turned into little sheep.

Whitney cursed again in her heart: Damn it, don't tell my mother to meet you again, or you will be beautiful!

Taking out a few newspapers from the mailbox at the door, Whitney glanced at it, then froze for a moment: Is this person familiar?

That's right, the damn guy just now, he is also a music player, well, let's see how my mother plays with you!

But when she finished browsing the newspaper, the expression on her face became very strange, and she murmured:

Can the music that summons the soul surpass my soul music? No, I have to go to the TV station to hear what that guy is playing.

At the same time, the Chinese-American old man also led his grandson and returned home. He also habitually took out a newspaper from the mailbox, and then said a name: Mountain...

Liu Qingshan ran all the way back to his apartment, took a shower, and then went upstairs to eat.

I have to say that the living conditions here are indeed better than those in China. At least taking a bath or something is very convenient.

Breakfast is already on the table, Liu Yinfeng and the Grace are already enjoying breakfast: milk, bread, and fried eggs.

Morning. Liu Qingshan said hello, pulled out the chair and sat up, picked up the glass of milk in front of him, gulped, and drank half of it, the temperature was just right.

Then I felt the hot eyes, looked up and saw that Grace was staring at him hard.

Liu Qingshan wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, then picked up a piece of bread, while Grace was still staring at him, with the look in his eyes, just like he saw Rolling at the Los Angeles Zoo.

Is your English name Mountain? Grace's curiosity finally could not be suppressed, and she began to ask Liu Qingshan. After speaking, she took out a piece of the Los Angeles Times. On the front page, there was a huge image, which was the A photo of Liu Qingshan, Lao Cui and Sister Zhang playing musical instruments.

In the photo, Liu Qingshan is raising his head and roaring, as if he could hear his unwilling cry from the newspaper: Hey, ah, ah, ah...

The headline of the news is: Voice of the Soul.

Liu Qingshan smacked his lips: Can you see this?

When he roared, his face was deformed, and he didn't know how Grace saw it.

I saw that Grace quickly took out another newspaper. The photo on it was Liu Qingshan and the others, playing quietly and quietly. Naturally, he could clearly see it.

Mountain, I didn't expect you to be a musician. It said that the tune you played yesterday was the voice of the soul. Unfortunately, we were in the library yesterday and didn't hear it.

Grace said Balabala in her mouth, looking at the meaning, there was a lot of stance that Liu Qingshan would come to the scene for a while.

Liu Qingshan quickly took over the words: The album should be released soon, and you can buy one at that time.

After speaking, he turned to Liu Yinfeng: Second sister, what are your plans today?

Liu Yinfeng also looked at her younger brother with a smile, her eyes full of pride: she could never have imagined that Sanfeng would make such a big commotion as soon as she came, and she was quite famous in the world.

However, she has lived here for two years, and naturally she has already adapted: being famous, there will be many benefits to find you.

Liu Yinfeng took out a notebook and checked the schedule: There is still nearly a week before the school report.

Tomorrow, Sister Yuzhen and the others will be flying over from New York.

Jiang Renyi will also be returning from China in the near future, and your friends Li Tie and Li Tieniu will call to say they are over on Hong Kong Island and will take the plane the day after tomorrow.

Also, the dumb grandpa will also be invited to come in the near future.

By the way, Mr. Thomas invited us to his house tonight.

Liu Qingshan suddenly felt that things seemed to become more and more all of a sudden.

Grace listened with her ears pricked for a long time, and suddenly put her head in front of Liu Qingshan: Mountain, I think you need an assistant now.

You are about to become a celebrity, and there must be a lot of entertainment. These all need a professional to take care of it. I happened to be studying this major.

She blinked her big eyes hard, as if to say: Hire me, hire me!

Liu Qingshan peeled an egg: I came to school, so I don't need a secretary.

I'm very cheap. I earn five hundred dollars a week. No, how about four hundred dollars? It's for Feng'er's sake.

Grace tried her best to sell herself, that's all, Liu Qingshan couldn't help but glanced at her chest, um, maybe the name Mountain was just right for her.

Liu Qingshan knew that he had more and more things to do in the future, and he really needed an assistant, so after breakfast, he nodded reluctantly:

Then try it out for a week. There is no salary during the probation period.

Grace of course agreed happily, but when Liu Qingshan opened the door and went out, she heard the girl muttering: The hearts of capitalists are indeed black.

Liu Qingshan returned to the room to clean up, and heard someone knocking on the door outside, and saw Grace, dressed neatly, standing at the door:

Mountain, as your assistant, I have arranged today's schedule. First of all, I need to take you to familiarize yourself with the environment of this city. What do you think?

This proposal is very reasonable, but Liu Qingshan took a look at this girl's sun hat, sunshade and so on. They are all ready. Liu Qingshan thought to himself: Wouldn't he be going shopping under this name?

Liu Qingshan didn't follow them out until the second sister, also wearing a cheongsam, appeared at the door and said she was going to Chinatown in Los Angeles.

When they got downstairs, Grace quickly drove over to a car. When Sister Liu Qingshan got on, the girl made another request:

Mountain, assistant and driver, shall we renegotiate salary?

Liu Yinfeng also looked at her and smiled: This roommate, wouldn't he be interested in his younger brother?

Los Angeles Chinatown also has a history of more than 100 years. Coming here is like coming to China from the United States at once. It is two worlds.

Walking on the pedestrian street, Liu Qingshan suddenly had a feeling of walking on the streets of the capital: archway, red yarn lanterns, in front of the newly opened shop, and even a lion dance.

The signs on the store are also in traditional Chinese characters; the people who come and go are mostly Chinese, and their accents are mostly Hokkien and Cantonese.

It feels so cordial to come here. Liu Yinfeng is also the first time to come to Chinatown. Seeing these familiar sights, a sense of belonging naturally arises.

Chinatown is the second hometown of overseas Chinese.

Liu Qingshan also felt the same way, especially when he saw that there were tofu sellers, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly.

As for Grace, she took Liu Yinfeng into a tailor shop and insisted on making a cheongsam. She also said that it was work clothes and asked Liu Qingshan to pay the bill. She had never seen such a fake public benefit.

Seeing a guest coming to the door, an old master who was busy in front of the workbench came over to say hello without a hurry.

The old man looked like he was in his 60s. He was wearing a long gown, showing a bit of elegance. He first greeted him in Cantonese. Seeing that the two ladies in front of him were a little confused, he changed to speaking Mandarin, which is not very proficient:

Our old Peng family shop was handed down from my father's time. I wonder what the needs of several distinguished guests?

After the old man finished speaking, he ordered into the room: Alan, serve tea to the guests.

Soon, there was a middle-aged woman who brewed three cups of tea and served it on a small square plate, and the tea fragrance spread out.

This is called Liu Qingshan's sister and brother, a sense of belonging surged up in their hearts.

The middle-aged woman's eyes were quickly attracted by Liu Yinfeng, who looked up and down:

This lady has a good temperament, and this cheongsam is hand-sewn. There are not many people who can do this kind of craftsmanship now.

Liu Yinfeng is indeed very suitable for wearing a cheongsam, with a tall figure and a quiet temperament, which can fully show the external beauty and inner beauty of Chinese women.

It is estimated that if Grace wears it, it will appear a bit nondescript, mainly because of the inappropriate temperament.

Liu Yinfeng smiled and said politely, and then helped Grace to explain her intention. The middle-aged woman named Aunt Lan led them to the inner room to measure the size.

Although there are ready-made cheongsams in the shop, but with Grace's figure, she definitely can't wear them.

Liu Qingshan was idle and had nothing to do, and also wandered around the shop, wanting to buy a set of Chinese tunic suits. In some occasions, it is more suitable to wear the costumes of his own country.

Master Peng introduced to Liu Qingshan very enthusiastically: Not far in front, there is a statue of Mr. Sun, who is wearing a Chinese tunic suit. We Chinese, wearing a dress always looks inappropriate.

This Liu Qingshan has already seen it, and he has also seen a few signs that say the world is for the public.

After he tried on the clothes, he looked in the mirror and looked a little awkward.

After Grace finished measuring the size, she also helped the staff next to her, and sneered: Mountain, I feel that your age is twenty years older.

Although Liu Qingshan was a little unhappy, he could only take off his tunic suit embarrassingly, but he suddenly thought:

Master Peng, there is a Chinese stand collar, which is very suitable for young people to wear. Can you process it here?

The old master thought about it: Chinese standing collar, what kind of clothing is that?

Liu Qingshan suddenly realized that the so-called Chinese stand-up collar will not become popular for more than ten years.

So he found a pen and paper and sketched it briefly. Master Peng nodded while thinking: Well, this collar is a bit like the official collar of the former Qing Dynasty, also called Yuanbao collar.

Of course Liu Qingshan didn't understand this, he just drew the gourd according to the shape he remembered.

Liu Qingshan also painted several styles of stand-up collars, followed by buttons, pockets, cuffs, etc., as well as the waist.

Master Peng is a professional. Combined with Liu Qingshan's explanation, he made some corrections and quickly drew a few sketches.

The old man was also very excited: Young people, your design is very creative, both classical and modern. The finished clothes should be very suitable for us Chinese, especially your young people.

And the Aunt Lan, holding those sketches, she couldn't put it down: Mr. Liu, if you don't mind, I'll measure the size for you now.

Liu Qingshan was about to nod his head, but saw Master Peng raise his hand: Wait a minute, there is a patent right here.

After all, you have lived in the United States for a long time. If you are in the country, who cares about you?

Liu Qingshan didn't care too much at first, but after being reminded by Master Peng, he realized this problem.

But thinking about it, he is not ready to enter the clothing industry, so he waved his hand with a smile: This is not created by me, it is just a little improvement on the original basis. Master Peng, you can use it as you like.

Master Peng was overjoyed: It's so good, then our old Peng family shop will process a few sets of Chinese stand collars for Mr. Liu for free.

Aunt Lan also smiled and added: And this lady's cheongsam, we will also give it away.

Liu Qingshan is nothing, he didn't care about this little money at first, but he was very happy with Grace, and took Liu Qingshan's arm:

Mountain, you are simply too powerful, so versatile.

After Aunt Lan finished measuring Liu Qingshan's size, Master Peng immediately started work.

These old craftsmen are really amazing. After Liu Qingshan and the others went out for lunch, they had already remodeled one piece and ironed them neatly.

Liu Yinfeng and Grace seemed to be more active than Liu Qingshan, they helped him to change it, and then several people in the tailor shop all exclaimed.

Oh, Mountain, you are so handsome! Like a little fan girl, Grace circled around Liu Qingshan and praised her.

Liu Yinfeng also looked at her brother with a smile, her face full of pride.

Liu Qingshan also looked in the mirror and felt that the handsome young man in the mirror was in good spirits, and he was indeed much better than wearing a suit.

The most excited are Master Peng and Aunt Lan, who can improve and produce a new style of clothing. For them, the sense of achievement and satisfaction is of course the strongest.

And with this new style to support the facade, the business of their old Peng family store will definitely be more prosperous.

Master Peng, Aunt Lan, when you make the next piece, you can add a dragon-shaped pattern here.

Liu Qingshan felt that adding some Chinese elements would make it more representative.

The gentle Aunt Lan nodded gently: Mr. Liu, your idea is also very good, I will try my best.

Then trouble Aunt Lan. Liu Qingshan also cupped his fists and arched them, which was more natural than when he was wearing a suit.

After making an appointment to pick up clothes next week, Liu Qingshan and the three of them were about to leave. As a result, several people walked into the store head-on. The leader was a Chinese in his thirties. After entering the store, he called out very familiarly:

Master Peng, is the tunic suit I ordered ready?

After shouting, only then did he notice Liu Qingshan standing opposite, this man's eyes lit up immediately:

Hey, what style are you wearing? You seem to be a little more handsome than me?