The tone of his music is very gentle, with almost no ups and downs, revealing a bit of indifference to see through the world.

This piece is supposed to be his own composition.

The music created by a person will have some connection with the person.

Is he an otherworldly man himself?

At the end of the song, as if sensing an invasion of outsiders, he stopped and turned slowly.

His complexion was very white, a cold white without blood, only the light pink lip flaps were a little bloody, and the excessively long bangs covered the man's eyes, and a gloomy aura came to his face.

The warm light falling on him can't drive away the cold on him.

Unlike Gu Mo, Gu Mo is healthy, he is just alienated from his coldness and nobility, while the person in front of him is a biting coldness, dressed in white like an angel coming from Elysium.

Ma Yukai walked over, with an unreal ethereal hint in his cold tone, "Dean's mother." ”

The dean introduced him, "This is Aunt Yuan and her little sister Shen Qianzi who came to visit the children. ”

Little junior sister?

When did she become Aunt Fang's little sister?

Ma Yukai said politely: "Thank you for coming to visit these little angels." ”

"No thanks, this is what we should do."

After the dean knew Aunt Fang's identity, he had the heart to help Ma Yukai introduce him, and he happened to meet him today.

"Xiaokai, this Aunt Yuan, like you, loves the piano very much, and has a deep insight into this aspect, if you have any questions, you can ask Aunt Yuan."

Aunt Fang smiled embarrassedly: "I can't talk about deep insights, but if you have any questions, I will try my best to help you solve your doubts." ”

"Thank you." Ma Yukai's expression was cold and cold, and he had no intention of asking Aunt Fang for advice.

Aunt Fang helped the dean cook for the children.

The dean explained: "Xiaokai, this kid doesn't like to be close to people because of his original family, don't mind his unreasonableness just now." ”

"Don't worry, I didn't take it to heart."

Shen Qianzi stayed in the yard and had nothing to do, so she took out a table from the house and taught the children to draw.

"Do any of you want to learn to draw?"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

“……”

The little ones scrambled to raise their hands.

"If you want to learn to draw, take out your little benches, pencils, and drawing books."

The little ones were very fast, and in two minutes before and after, they took out their things and sat down obediently.

"What do you want to learn?"

"Everything."

Shen Qianzi swept over the innocent and cute little faces, and in the depths of their pupils there was a fear of being abandoned.

Most of them have been abandoned once by their original families, and some have even been abandoned by their adoptive families.

She can empathize.

"Since you don't give advice, I'll draw what I like."

Shen Qianzi's movements are very slow, I hope every little guy can see it.

A child asked, "Beautiful sister, what are you drawing?" ”

"This is a quokkaby, one of the smallest kangaroos in the world, and is known as the happiest cute thing in the world, I give this to you, I hope you can be like it, happy every day."

Under her guidance, each child drew their own wallaby.

"Now, you can paint it with a watercolor pen in your favorite color."

Shen Qianzi looked at their hard work and seriousness, the corners of her lips hooked up with an upward arc, and she suddenly raised her eyes and crashed into a pair of cold eyes.