From cannon fodder to protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

Cen Fei felt that his whole heart was cold. It was as if a hole had been pierced by Fu Zheng himself with a spear. in the chest.

At this point, everything is going according to the plot given by Wu Xiang, Cen Fei really has no way to comfort himself any longer.

"What's the matter baby?" Fu Zheng looked at Cen Fei frowning, hunched over and covered his chest, as if he was enduring some great pain, Fu Zheng became anxious all of a sudden, and hurried to Cen Fei. Beside him, holding him in his arms.

After a while, Cen Fei shook his head at Fu Zheng who was supporting him, then slowly straightened up, raised his head, and looked at Fu Zheng in front of him. It turned out that he had never understood him before. It turned out that he really I don't like myself at all.

He opened his lips and hesitated for a long time before asking Fu Zheng, "Brother...do you want Teacher Chen to teach me music?"

"Yeah, what's the matter? Didn't the baby tell my brother that he wanted to learn a musical instrument a few days ago?" Seeing that Cen Fei's expression was not very good, Fu Zheng stroked Cen Fei's back with his right hand, feeling distressed with him. He said: "If you don't want to learn, then don't learn."

"Okay." Cen Fei suddenly responded.

"Huh?" Cen Fei responded too quickly, not at all like his usual slow-paced appearance, so that Fu Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then realized what Cen Fei said.

"It's good to learn one." Cen Fei lowered his head and looked at the two long ears on the gray slippers on his feet. When he moved his feet, the long fluffy ears would tremble.This pair of slippers was bought by Fu Zheng last year, and the fur inside is actually not as comfortable as last year. In the past, at the beginning of every winter, Fu Zheng would buy him a pair of rabbit slippers.

But this year, he didn't.

Cen Fei suddenly felt aggrieved, and the grievance came suddenly, his eye sockets began to heat up, as if something was about to gush out.

It's just that this time he didn't show it, he stared wide-eyed, waiting for the heat to subside slowly, waiting for the tide that was about to break the embankment to retreat back to his own ocean, because he knew that even if he showed it, Fu Zheng would not No longer caring like before.

He may even complain about his own squeamishness in his heart.

In the past, he could act coquettishly and cry unscrupulously in front of Fu Zheng, but it was because of how much Fu Zheng cared about him.

"What musical instrument does the young master want to learn?" Chen Xinyao asked him with a smile at the side.

Cen Fei pursed his lips and said nothing, Chen Xinyao didn't do anything yet, he shouldn't treat this girl like this, but he can't control himself now, his brain is completely dominated by negative emotions.

Chen Xinyao didn't get angry when she didn't hear Cen Fei's answer, and then asked him, "How's the piano?"

At this time, Fu Zheng answered from the side: "The piano is too difficult, and it should be difficult for the baby to learn."

However, Fu Zheng didn't say what musical instrument Cen Fei should learn. He left it to Cen Fei to make his own decision. He asked Cen Fei in a low voice, "Is there anything my baby wants to learn?"

Cen Fei thought about it. The only musical instrument he had ever touched in his previous life seemed to be the harp, but it has been a long, long time since he touched it again. He is not interested in other musical instruments. Before his birthday, he told Fu Zheng that I wanted to learn to whistle, but at that time, I only had such an idea because I saw that Peppa Pig looked like a whistle.

He was just talking at the time, but he didn't expect Fu Zheng to take it seriously, thinking that he wanted to learn a musical instrument seriously.

Cen Fei really didn't want to think about it, maybe Fu Zheng did this on purpose, so as to take this opportunity to bring this Chen Xinyao to his side.

After a while, Cen Fei raised his head carefully, looked at Chen Xinyao who was opposite him, and asked her, "Is the harp okay?"

Fu Zheng originally wanted Cen Fei to learn easier instruments such as harmonica and flute, but he didn't expect Cen Fei to want to learn the harp.

It may not be easy to learn the harp if you don't have some basic skills, not to mention that Cen Fei's reaction is not as good as that of ordinary people.

"A harp?" Chen Xinyao had also heard that the young master of the Cen family had some mental problems, and just now Fu Zheng had told her that Cen Fei's reaction would be slower than ordinary people, and that she hadn't mentioned the piano before. It was just a casual mention as an introduction, but I didn't expect that the young master would learn the harp in the end.

Chen Xinyao still wanted to rescue her again, so she pretended to hesitate and asked Cen Fei, "The harp is not easier than the piano, young master, do you want to think about it again?"

Cen Fei shook his head, "No need."

Chen Xinyao turned her attention to Fu Zheng again, hoping that he could help dispel Cen Fei's thoughts.

However, although Fu Zheng said just now that Cen Fei is not suitable for learning musical instruments that are too difficult, after hearing what Cen Fei said, he immediately lost his position and turned to Chen Xinyao: "If my baby wants to learn, then this is it. Teacher."

"It's okay, it's okay." Chen Xinyao waved her hands quickly. The employer has already given her a very high salary, and has not made any demands on the height that this young master can achieve in the future. This job is very good for her.

Moreover, the young master in front of him looked clean, well-behaved, and he didn't seem like someone who could cause trouble, so Chen Xinyao was even more satisfied. As for what musical instrument to learn, it doesn't matter now that he thinks about it.

"Then I will arrange for someone to order two harps, and they will be delivered in about two or three days." Fu Zheng thanked Chen Xinyao, "Teacher Chen, please."

"it's nothing."

After sending Chen Xinyao away, Fu Zheng looked at Cen Fei who was still standing in the living room, walked up to him, raised his hand to straighten his collar, and asked him by the way, "Why did you come down from upstairs?"

Cen Fei lowered his head, looked at the ten fingers that Fu Zheng hastily retracted in front of him, and said back to Fu Zheng, "I want to go and see the garden."

Fu Zheng originally wanted to say to go out with him, but when he remembered something, he nodded and told him, "Come back early."

It's the middle of winter, and the Cen family's garden doesn't take up much space, but there are all kinds of flowers and plants in it, but at this time, there are only a few pines and cypresses left, and the holly in the pot is still green.

However, there is a greenhouse in the far west, which contains a lot of precious flowers, which are blooming well now.

Cen Fei stopped after taking two steps in the garden. It was almost evening now, and the cold wind was a little bit harsher than before, and the setting sun painted streaks of red oil paint in the gray-black sky.

There are a few birds standing on the roof not far away, jumping and jumping, adding some cheerful notes to this depressing winter.

Cen Fei stood alone for a while, during which a gardener saw him here and asked him a few words, and then left.

The wind here was getting stronger and stronger, Cen Fei tightened his clothes and leaned against a cypress tree.

Suddenly he heard someone calling him from behind, Cen Fei turned around, and saw Fu Zheng walking towards him with two cotton shoes in his hands. He was wearing a black windbreaker, and the cold wind blew his windbreaker into pieces. rattle.

He watched in a daze as Fu Zheng walked up to him and took off his windbreaker and put it on him, then knelt down on one knee, looked up at him, and said to him, "Change the shoes on your feet." gone."

Cen Fei nodded blankly after a while.

Fu Zheng pulled Cen Fei's left foot out of the slipper, then frowned slightly, and asked in a tone of reproach, "Why aren't you wearing socks?"

Cen Fei just lowered his head and did not speak. His left foot was held in the palm of Fu Zheng's hand, which was very warm, as if the world in front of him was illuminated by fire.

Taking out the cotton socks stuffed in the cotton shoes, Fu Zheng lowered his head and carefully put the white cotton socks on Cen Fei's feet.

Cen Fei's balance is really not very good. After standing on one foot for a while, he suddenly became unsteady and jumped to the side. Fei's small face directly makes an intimate contact with the earth.

When Cen Fei stood still, Fu Zheng relaxed, and whispered to him: "If you can't stand still, help me."

"Oh." Cen Fei put his hands on Fu Zheng's shoulders, and obediently let Fu Zheng put on socks for him.

His eyes fixed on the top of Fu Zheng's head, and after a while he put the other hand through his thick black hair. Fu Zheng didn't say anything, but just concentrated on doing his own thing.

After putting on the shoes and socks for Cen Fei, Fu Zheng stood up with the two slippers that Cen Fei had just replaced. He didn't intend to accompany Cen Fei outside to blow the cold wind, but when he left, he told him, "Go back early, It's time for dinner later."