The host, she just wants to lie down and win

Chapter 202 My Brother Is The Villain (11)

The little guy in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows turned his head when he heard the voice, and pressed the accent by mistake with his fingers out of surprise.The white gauze flutters in the wind, like a dancing elf.

Lu Yechen's cold pupils shrank, "Oze...what are you doing?"

"Brother, I had a dream in the morning. I dreamed that someone was playing the piano. It sounded so good. So when I woke up, I begged the housekeeper to bring me here. I tried it."

Xiaozheng wrinkled his face, and said in distress: "Although I can play, the sound I play is different from the sound I heard in my dream."

Lu Yechen looked at him who was looking radiant, and felt a little nervous.When those things happened, he was just a baby who didn't understand anything and had no memory.

Chi Shuang jumped off the piano chair and ran to Lu Yechen's side.With his head tilted slightly, his round elk-like clean eyes shone with a bright and clear luster.

The two small hands folded together and wrapped around the boy's hand.He used very little strength, but it could be seen that he was trying very hard to pull him in the direction of the piano, "Brother, can you play? Can you play for me?"

Lu Yechen stood still, he lowered his eyes, and his voice was low, giving birth to a bit of indifference and indifference in this big piano room.

"How can you play the piano?"

As if he didn't see the probing gazes of the two people beside him, Chi Shuang still had a naive and natural look, "We learned a lot in school, and the teacher said that I can do it as soon as I touch it. I'm a genius! Brother , am I very powerful!"

Private schools are expensive, and the curriculum design is rich and extensive.

In this way, it makes sense.

The little guy had a smug look on his face, and he almost had the word "genius" written on his forehead.

Lu Yechen was in a daze, but he didn't realize that Chi Shuang was pulling him over to sit in a daze.

When he came back to his senses, his hands were already touching the keys of the piano.

Chi Shuang yelled, "Brother!"

Lu Yechen turned around.

The little guy is standing on the high platform designed by the room at the moment, holding a violin in his hand.

Black and white eyes flickered.

Just like the black and white piano keys lightly touched by his palm.

"Brother, the best thing I learned at school is the violin. Hehe, let's try to play together? Don't play too badly, and don't hold me back."

Zhengtai turned his head and grinned, "Grandpa Butler, you have to be our referee."

"Of course." Butler Qi narrowed his eyes with a few gleams 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.

"Okay...what to play?"

The young man adjusted the distance of the piano bench so that the space under the legs would not look cramped and have nowhere to put them.He straightened his back slowly and stepped on the pedal lightly.

"I only know the song Never meant to belong." The little guy said confidently.

Never meant to belong never meant to belong.

Lu Yechen didn't have the time to explore why it was this song, why he said that.

The boy closed his eyes.

His white and bony hands were placed on the keys familiarly, 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 there was a soft light in his elk-like eyes.

Never 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.The black hair was soaked in golden light, which gave birth to a bit of inviolable sanctity in the noble temperament.Half of the cold lines of the outline are plated with light, and the other half is oozing with darkness.

The eyes under the long eyelashes are cold and passionate.

Pop halfway.

The boy turned his head, showing his white teeth, "Ozawa."

"Don't hold your brother back."

This sound was meant to be a joke.

Chi Shuang raised her chin haughtily, "No way."

Then adjust the posture, with the chin resting slightly on the chin rest.

The little guy raises his hand, presses, pulls, and raises, and the bow meets the strings.

Piano and violin, two different timbres, but tacitly blend together.

(End of this chapter)