In the evening of the second day, I looked at the revised score, moved my aching wrists, and finally let out a long breath.

In the morning sent to Dawn's tune, he replied at noon that the part that reflected the darkness of the night was insufficient and asked for a revision. The client's demands are paramount, and it is only natural that they make adjustments as they wish.

Raising a family is indeed not an easy task, especially when encountering difficult customers, even if there are quite a few words and arguments, you should lower your posture and humbly meet the requirements of the other party, not to mention the hard work, but then again, there is no line in the world that can make people truly relaxed.

Luckily, most of my tunes can be recognized, and even if they do, they haven't changed too much.

I looked out the window to relieve the soreness in my eyes. Before I got it, I am afraid I could never have dreamed that one day concerts would become my capital to make a living.

Maybe no one will understand that the moment I decided to learn piano again, when "Romance of Love" was no longer the only piece I could play, Fu Qingyu had already picked up the sacrificial knife and resolutely said goodbye to the past love that did not belong to him.

Caught by a black figure running outside the door, I smiled and turned to walk out of the bedroom.

Sister Ruori ......: "Before anyone entered the house, I heard his shout.

"Slow down, slow down......" Seeing me come out, the boy's running footsteps stopped, and he gasped sharply.

I bent down to take off his schoolbag with some amusement, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and said angrily, "Why are you in such a hurry, running like this?" ”

"Stay, stay...... Sister, I'm ......"

"Don't worry, take your time." I wiped the sweat off his forehead with a towel and smiled.

Breathing evenly, Nik blinked mysteriously, "Sister Ruori, I'm going to give you a surprise!" ”

"Oh, really?" I raised my eyebrows with interest.

"Tell you, I got an A+ in my last essay, the only A+ in the class, and I was read aloud by the teacher in public!" Nik smugly his chin high, living like a kid waiting to be praised.

"Really?" I was really pleasantly surprised, although I always wanted him to be happy and never put pressure on him in his studies, but he was very sensible and never let me worry about schoolwork, "Is it the "My Family" assigned by your new teacher last time?" ”

"Hmm!" Nik nodded emphatically, a proud smile on his face, "I wrote about you, Sister Ruori." ”

"Really?" It seemed like I hadn't laughed out so heartily for a long time, and I bent down to rub his little face, "Then Ruori sister must take it to take a closer look......"

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"I'll drive it!" Nik volunteered to run over, and the door opened, revealing the luxurious, eye-catching, bright and dignified young master Shang.

He carried some paper bags in his hands, and the chocolate-colored broken hair on his forehead was a little messy, but even so, it was difficult to hide his outstanding temperament.

"Brother Ian!" Nik had already enthusiastically pulled him in.

"Did Nik do well in school today?" He put the paper bag down in his hand, bent down and smiled and pinched Nik's little face.

"Absolutely!" Nik puffed up his chest and said proudly, "Today I won the first place in the class in my essay!" ”

"Really? That's a good reward, Brother Ian brought you a lot of toys and ...... to eat."

Looking at the two people in front of me interacting intimately, I couldn't help but be a little amused, but it was only the second time we met, and Nik and he had actually become familiar to this extent, and it seemed that Nik really liked him.

"Young Master Stewart seems to be very free lately." I leaned against the doorframe and looked at him with a smile, I just thought that what he said yesterday was just talking, after all, even if the head of the family is far away, he should have something to deal with every day, and he should not run to me from time to time in such a leisurely manner.

He looked up and pouted a little childishly, "Ruori promised to come to you from time to time, besides," he rubbed Nik's little head and asked him with a smile, "Nik likes me to play with him too, right?" ”

"Yes!" Nik leaned into his arms and happily replied.

"Nik, Sister Ruori's cooking must not be delicious," Shang Xingyu hugged him and winked at me, "Brother Ian will cook it for you tonight, okay?" ”

I couldn't stand being ignored like this anymore, so I immediately pulled down my face and feigned displeasure: "Nik......"

I don't know that this child is really spoiled by me, but he is not afraid, but sticks out his tongue at me, "Sister Liuori's cooking is really not delicious...... Brother Ian, I'll give you a hand. ”

"Okay." Shang Xinyu was already smiling and bent his eyes, and was pulled by Nik towards the kitchen.

I stood in place, really crying and laughing, what kind of charm did he have to discuss it, and let Nik, the little ghost, obediently throw himself to his side without much effort, and even I, my sister who has lived together for so long, have to stand aside?

I followed to the kitchen, and it was already a happy scene, discussing what was cutting on the board, and it looked quite skillful, while Nik was washing the vegetables and handing him the washed vegetables.

"Hey, you...... You don't really know how to cook, do you? "I stood at the door of the kitchen, and looked at the tomatoes that he had cut into pieces of good size, and I couldn't believe that the head of the family, who was surrounded by housekeepers and servants everywhere he went, could cook by himself.

His men kept moving, he only smiled and didn't argue with me.

"Knowing how to cut doesn't mean that I can cook it...... I didn't know where I got the interest, so I actually joked with him, "I think it's better for me to prepare Plan.B as soon as possible." ”

"Honey, you ought to be honored." He glanced at me, then lowered his head and got busy again, "In this world, no one has eaten my food except my mother." ”

"Oh?" At the mention of his mother, I was a little surprised, "Is she in the United States now?" ”

Naturally, I was not asking about the real Mrs. Stewart, who had died at an early age, and there were rumors about Ian Stewart's origins that he was not Mrs. Stewart's biological son.

Suddenly, his back froze slightly, and although his movements did not pause for a moment, or even remained fluid, I still felt that this might be a past that he didn't want to mention.

I suddenly regretted my recklessness.

"She's gone." After a moment of silence, he replied lightly, his voice was almost unusual, and everything was fine, but my heart couldn't help but sink.