The little guy in front of the floor-to-ceiling window looked back at the voice, and his fingers pressed the accent mistaken in surprise. The white yarn flies in the wind, like a beating elf.

Lu Yechen's cold pupils shrank, "Ozawa...... What are you doing? ”

"Brother, I had a dream in the morning that there was a man playing the piano, listen to it. So when I woke up, I begged my grandfather to bring me, and I gave it a try. ”

Xiao Zhengtai's face wrinkled, and he said distressedly: "Although I can play, the sound I play is different from the sound I heard in my dreams." ”

Lu Yechen looked at him with a radiant spirit, and his heart tightened slightly. When it happened, he was just a baby who didn't understand anything and had no memory.

Chi Shuang jumped down from the piano chair and trotted to Lu Yechen's side. With a light tilted head, the eyes as round and clean as an elk shimmered with a snowy clear luster.

The two small hands closed and wrapped around the boy's hands. He used very little force, but he could see that he was trying very hard to pull him in the direction where the piano was, "Brother, do you know how to play?" Can you play it to me? ”

Lu Yechen stood still, he lowered his eyes, his timbre was low, and there was a bit of Qingyuan and indifference in this big piano room.

"How do you know how to play the piano?"

As if he didn't see the inquiring gaze of the two people beside him, Chi Shuang was still naïve and natural, "I learned in school, we also learned a lot of things, the teacher said that I can touch it, I am a genius!" Brother, I'm not very good! ”

Private schools are expensive, and the curriculum is designed to be extensive.

In this way, it makes sense.

The little guy looked proud, and he almost didn't write the word genius on the door of his head.

Lu Yechen was in a trance, and he was in a trance, not realizing that Chi Shuang was pulling him over to sit.

By the time he came back to his senses, his hands were already on the keys.

Chi Shuang shouted, "Brother! ”

Lu Yechen turned around.

The little one was standing on the raised platform designed for the room at the moment, with a violin in his hand.

The black and white eyes shimmered.

Just like the black and white keys of his palm.

"Brother, the best thing I learned in school was the violin, hehe, let's try it together? Don't play too badly, don't hold me back. ”

Zhengtai tilted his head and grinned, "Grandpa Butler, you have to be the referee for us." ”

"Of course." Steward Qi's narrowed eyes had a few rays of water.

The little master who won't hold you back. The eldest young master was still performing on stage in the concert hall back then.

"Well... What to play? ”

The boy adjusted the distance of the piano bench so that the space under his legs would not appear cramped and had nowhere to place. He slowly straightened his back and stepped lightly.

"I'll only Nevermeanttobelong." The little guy said confidently.

Nevermeanttobelong never belongs.

Lu Yechen no longer had the heart to explore why it was this song and why he said it.

The boy closed his eyes.

The white, bony hand rested familiarly on the keys, and the moment he opened his eyes, the sound of the piano poured out from between his fingers.

Chi Shuang looked at his side face, and his elk-like eyes shone softly.

Don't give up what you like. No matter who it is, only what you like belongs to you.

The warm golden light outside the window fell on the boy's body. The black hair is soaked in golden light, and a bit of inviolable sacredness is born in the noble temperament. The cold lines of the silhouette are half gilded, half oozing dark.

The eyes under the long eyelashes are cold and fanatical.

Bounce halfway.

The boy tilted his head, revealing his snow-white teeth, "Ozawa." ”

"Don't hold my brother back."

This one was a joke.

Chi Shuang raised his chin with a proud expression, "No." ”

Then adjust your posture with your chin slightly against your cheek rest.

The little one raised his hand, touched, pulled, and raised, and the bow joined the strings.

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