"How? Take a look at the instruments I've picked out for you, do you like them or not? Yin Dixiao said and handed the guitar hanging on the wall to He Beifan's hand.

"Hmm." The boy nodded happily, stroking the acoustic guitar in his hand, and there was joy in his eyes that was not usually there.

Before coming to Teacher Yin's house, he didn't expect Yin Dixiao to give him a gift at all.

After all, he usually has a serious face, and He Beifan is also used to his serious appearance, and this sudden gift actually made Beifan feel flattered.

"Thank you, Mr. Yin, it's just that this gift is too heavy, I still ......" The boy couldn't help but stutter a little as he spoke, but was coldly interrupted by Yin Dixiao.

"Okay, Beifan, the teacher said that he was going to send you, why don't you take it quickly." The man's dark black eyes looked at the young man standing in front of him, and he couldn't help but smile a little more on his cheeks.

He Beifan looked like a wooden man, and he always had a feeling that he couldn't bear Yin Dixiao's kindness.

"Forget it, teacher, I appreciate your kindness. It's just that this guitar is really expensive and I ......"

The young man's voice was very straightforward, and his eyes looked at Mr. Yin's high nose, with more awe.

"Beifan." Yin Dixiao stopped him, and the expression on his face was an indescribable pity, "I said, I gave you this guitar, so don't shirk it anymore." ”

The man said and patted the boy on the shoulder gently, "You've been doing well lately, I'm satisfied." ”

After such a long time, it was the first time He Beifan had heard Yin Dixiao praise himself so much, but fortunately, the final exam was approaching, and he didn't have to be too restrained in front of Yin Dixiao.

"Thank you then." The boy bowed deeply to Yin Dixiao as he spoke, and a knowing smile appeared on his cheeks.

His slender hand bones caressed the strings of the guitar, not to mention how much he loved it.

Just as they were talking, the door of Yin Dixiao's house was suddenly opened, and a handsome young man stood at the door.

The cheeks full of heroism were a little red from the cold, a thin layer of frost fell on the eyebrows, and the high nose bridge was simply a copy of Yin Dixiao.

"Dad, I'm back." It's a crisp and hearty sound.

"Oh." Yin Dixiao suddenly walked towards the door of the house, with fatherly love in his eyes. "You're finally back, I don't know how much I've missed you lately."

Yin Dixiao is also a direct person, and he does not want to hide the love in his heart.

He Beifan stood in front of the windowsill quite dumbly, and seemed a little puzzled by Yin Dixiao's overly intimate behavior, only to see the man hugging his son tightly and holding him into his arms.

Standing there, nineteen-year-old Yin Mo looked a little embarrassed, as if he noticed Beifan's surprise, and he subconsciously broke away from his father's hand.

Yin Dixiao showed full dissatisfaction with his son's break-free, "What's wrong? I haven't seen your dad in months, and you don't want me? ”

The man pursed his lips helplessly as he spoke, as if he was coquettish to his child.

This kind of Yin Dixiao is undoubtedly cute, and even gradually erases the serious look in He Beifan's eyes.

Bei Fan couldn't help but smile awkwardly and licked his lower lip, the young man at this time felt like an outsider.

He looked at such a scene of father-son closeness, and he looked a little sad, since he was born, he had never felt his father's embrace.

What is easy to obtain in the eyes of others is such a hard-won thing for him He Beifan.

Even, even such a simple hug would make the teenager feel the urge to cry, he was not too vulnerable.

It's just that countless times I imagined the scene of hugging his father, and the same words appeared countless times in the boy's dreams.

So much so that he really couldn't suppress his emotions when he saw Yin Dixiao today.

He Beifan really wanted to cry, but he was trying to suppress his emotions, until now, he was still unwilling to show his emotions so obviously, even in front of the teacher who loved him.

The loss of his father since he was a child is undoubtedly his hard wound, and every time the wound is uncovered, it is still there, and there is no trace of wanting to heal.

After a while, Yin Dixiao let go of him, and his eyes were a little red. Originally, as a mature man, he shouldn't have looked so fragile.

But he hadn't seen his son for too long, and he looked down on face-saving matters, but the moment he turned around and touched Beifan's eyes, he added a little inexplicable embarrassment.

He smiled at the boy with some embarrassment, "I'll make you laugh." At this time, Yin Dixiao no longer has the strictness of the teacher, and he looks like a child.

"Oh, no." After all, He Beifan said such a sentence lightly, even if he was disgusted by such a scene of father-son intimacy in his heart.

But the boy did not confide in his true thoughts, but wrapped himself well. Yin Dixiao didn't notice anything wrong.

Yin Mo stood there blankly, looking at He Beifan from head to toe. For as long as he can remember, his father has never brought anyone to his home.

I don't know what kind of skills this boy who is slightly shorter than himself standing in front of him can get such a love from his father.

Seeing the two of them looking at each other, such a scene couldn't help but be a little embarrassing.

Yin Dixiao paused at this time, "Oh, this is my student He Beifan, who is a guest at home today." He looked at Beifan's shining eyes again.

"This is my son Yin Mo, who was admitted to the conservatory last year. If you two have time, you can talk about it, his appreciation of piano music is quite good. ”

The man patted his son on the shoulder with satisfaction.

This made Yin Mo have to look at He Beifan again. I don't know what kind of character's father actually let him communicate with him, it's really not simple.

"My name is He Beifan, it's a pleasure to meet you." Bei Fan was as polite as ever, and he stretched out his hand to take the initiative to greet Yin Mo.

On the contrary to him, the expression on Yin Mo's cheeks was a little stiff, "Hello, Yin Mo." Just threw out four words coldly, which was really concise to the extreme.

Seeing that his son didn't have such a good temperament to make new friends, Yin Dixiao's face was even more embarrassing.

"Oh, that's what he is, you don't have to take it personally. Let's go sit in the living room. As he spoke, the man led Beifan to the sofa in the living room.

Beifan's brows furrowed slightly, not only because he was disgusted by Yin Mo's disregard.

It's just that the boy in front of him always looks a little familiar, as if he has seen it somewhere.