Rebirth Miyin

Xiao Shengyang put his hands on Chu Yinyao's shoulders, and the temperature of his palms seemed to overlap through the material of the clothes, "The reporters outside were not sent away so quickly. You live here first, and it's not safe to drive to hide from reporters at night."

Chu Yinyao walked towards the main house with his arms in his arms noncommittally, looked down at his shoulders, and said a word lightly, "Hand."

He is not used to such close contact.

Xiao Shengyang's words are not unreasonable. It is indeed not a wise choice to drive fast on the urban highway at night, but the reason for him to stay always feels like an excuse.Fortunately, Chu Yinyao is not a person who likes to care about these things. Since it can save some troubles, he has no objection.Besides, even if he refuses now, he will not be accepted by Xiao Shengyang.

Xiao Shengyang smiled lightly and withdrew his hand, his fingertips brushed against Chu Yinyao's waistline, making him frown slightly.

The villa area where Xiao's family is located can be regarded as one of the top locations in Z City, and everything from greening facilities to public security monitoring in the community is impeccable.A villa can be seen every 200 meters, and each house has a different style, while providing enough privatization space for the homeowner.From a distance, it looks more like a work of art that integrates the architectural features of various places.

Back then, the Xiao family saw its superior location, bought two adjacent villas, and merged them to form a whole.That is to say, the area of ​​the house is expanded and the space of the yard is also increased.The residences of the master and the servants are also relatively independent, preserving the private space to the greatest extent.

The decoration of the house adopts a combination of modern and classical methods, with carved and unique hollow screens, complicated and gorgeous crystal chandeliers, spacious staircase design, and meticulous details... There is some luxury in the simplicity, but it is not unconventional.The overall feeling is beautiful and comfortable.

Handing the coat to the maid who came up, Xiao Shengyang took Chu Yinyao upstairs, "There is no one at home, so you can do whatever you want, and tell them if you need anything."

"Hmm." Although the house is big, it doesn't look empty. The use of space and layout are very reasonable, and some details have also added a bit of warmth to the room.It made him suddenly feel that this place seemed to be closer to a home than the He family.

"The guest room will probably be tidied up for a while." Xiao Shengyang paused, and waited until Chu Yinyao stepped on the same stairs as him before slowly opening his mouth, "If you are willing to live in my room, I am happy to let them go to rest right away. "

Chu Yin looked up and glanced at Xiao Shengyang's playful eyes, "Okay, you sleep in the guest room."

Xiao Shengyang shook his head helplessly. He knew that Chu Yinyao would never hear what he wanted to hear, but he still wanted to tease him and see more expressions on his face.

Push open the door on the left side of the corridor on the third floor, and turn on the wall lamp in the house.Xiao Shengyang's room has a duplex structure, mainly in dark colors, with a little gray and dark red for embellishment in the middle, showing the low-key arrogance brought by the colors.There is a separate toilet and changing room, a set of beige fabric sofas are placed by the window, fresh fruits are placed on the brown tea table in front, and a small home theater is opposite.A KingSize double bed and two retro bedside tables are placed on the high surface of the duplex.The overall look is very simple and spacious.

"Come in, sit down casually, I'll change clothes." Then he went straight into the closet.

At this time, Chu Yinyao didn't hear Xiao Shengyang's words clearly, and all his attention fell on the oil painting hanging on the wall of the room.

This oil painting looks a bit old. In the painting, a woman in a water-blue evening dress is sitting on the stage of a theater and playing the piano. The woman seems to be in her 30s. Although it is only a profile, it can be seen clearly Have a beautiful appearance.The tight-fitting dress wraps a well-proportioned figure, and the slightly lowered head and closed eyes make it possible to feel the kind of intoxication.

And the orchestra playing behind her seems to have become the background, and all the focus is on this woman.

Chu Yinyao blinked her stinging eyes. This woman, her back, her movements, eyes, and even the high curly hair all overlapped with the person in his memory.

That woman, the woman who would coax herself to sleep in the sunny afternoon, the woman who hid him in the alley and let him play the piano well... recalling the flood that wanted to unload the gate, roaring and rushing.

He was a little blurry about his mother's face, but many fragments that he thought he had forgotten before, and the memories he pieced together again, created a bond belonging to his relatives in his heart.

Approaching the painting, Chu Yinyao saw the author and date in the lower left corner of the painting.

——An unknown foreign painter.

——Autumn 13 years ago.

Too much time has passed, and he can't be sure that the woman in the painting is his mother, but somehow he feels that it is very similar...

"Like this painting?" Xiao Shengyang's voice interrupted his memory, and Chu Yinyao immediately calmed down his fluctuating emotions and returned to the original indifference.

"Just take a look." He knew that some things could not be explained clearly, and the best way was to hide them.

Xiao Shengyang, who had changed into home clothes, walked up to him, wrapped his arms around his chest, and measured the painting in front of him, "I found this in a gallery when I went to England a few years ago. At that time, the gallery was displaying the theme of ' I looked around at the exhibition of "Lingdong" paintings, and only this painting gave me the feeling of "Lingdong", so I bought it directly. Because it is not a famous painter, the price is relatively cheap."

Chu Yinyao remained silent.This time it wasn't that he didn't want to talk, it was just that he couldn't think of what to say.

"Master." The door was knocked three times, and Uncle Liang's voice appeared outside the door.

"Come in." Xiao Shengyang also turned his attention back from the painting, and his face returned to normal.

Uncle Liang opened the door and walked in, standing two steps away from Xiao Shengyang, "Master Chu's room has been tidied up, and there are still a few reporters who haven't left outside the community. I have asked the bodyguards to strengthen the night patrol at night."

"Well, I see." Xiao Shengyang nodded, "Go and rest."

"Yes, young master, you and young master Chu also rest earlier." After speaking, he glanced at Chu Yinyao with a smile and left the room.

"Come and sit." Xiao Shengyang sat on the sofa and pointed to the seat next to him, "Generally, there are very few people at home, at most Song Yan often comes."

Chu Yin sat down and listened to him quietly.His eyes glanced at the oil painting inadvertently again, and the original sense of impact gradually faded away.

"Except for my mother coming back for a few days every year to hold a party, the house is basically quiet. So Uncle Liang is very happy when a guest comes occasionally."

After Xiao Shengyang's father handed over the Xiao family to him, he took his wife and settled in Canada. The reason for leaving was--a loving mother with many failures.It is undeniable that Mrs. Xiao almost doted on her son, but fortunately Xiao Shengyang did not indulge himself into a prodigal son.

Xiao's father, who retreated behind the scenes, lived a leisurely and clean life every day. He didn't need his son to support him. Similarly, he would not care about Xiao Shengyang's decision. As long as the Xiao family was not brought down, Xiao's father would not care about it.The relationship between father and son is far from being alienated, at least it is relatively easy for the two to reach an agreement on the issue of the Xiao family.

Chu Yinyao didn't know much about the Xiao family's relationship, and he only heard He Yu mention it occasionally, but he didn't take it seriously.

The clock crossed the boundary line at one o'clock in the morning, Xiao Shengyang was still asleep, and vaguely heard the slow piano sound, not very clear, but very real.He opened his eyes and looked at the time, sat up and put on the pajamas that were on the chair, Xiao Shengyang opened the door and went downstairs.

In the side hall on the first floor, the light yellow wall lamp casts a layer of soft beauty on the whole space.Chu Yinyao sat in front of the black grand piano, playing the familiar piece intently.The hair on the forehead slightly covered the eyes, and the lowered profile showed no expression. His fingers fell on the keys, pouring out a beautiful melody.

——Charming, faintly revealing a touch of sadness...

The unfamiliar environment made it difficult for him to sleep peacefully.The shadows refracted by the courtyard lights are faintly reflected on the curtains, making the whole night more silent.Chu Yin lay far away on the bed, looking at the shadow on the curtain, suddenly remembered the painting in Xiao Shengyang's room.

It's been so long that he can't express how he feels about his mother, but when he thinks about it by chance, he can't help but evoke some obscure emotions.

Luo Xiao once said to him: "Ning Xi, you are very strong, but very lonely."

He didn't quite understand the "loneliness" that Luo Xiao said, but at this moment, he seemed to have experienced that so-called loneliness.Not uncomfortable, just hollow.

Chu Yinyao, who couldn't sleep, walked out of the room, glanced at the closed door of Xiao Shengyang next to him, and went downstairs.

At this time, the servants in the house had already rested, and patrolling bodyguards could be seen outside the living room window.Chu Yin walked aimlessly around the house, passed through the living room and saw the piano standing in the middle of the side hall.

Open the piano cover and try to play a few notes. The pure sound quality made Chu Yinyao smile a little.Then he sat in front of the piano and played the piece that he hadn't played for many years.

This is his mother's favorite tune, and he always plays it once a day.When she was a child, Lu Ningxi also played several times at the request of her mother.The melody is relatively simple and easy to learn.

Playing it again now, I can't remember some detailed notes, I can only put them together based on feeling and memory, it may not be all right, but it is still a beautiful melody.

As soon as he entered the side hall, Xiao Shengyang saw Chu Yinyao sitting behind the piano.From this angle, only half of his profile can be seen.In the dim light, Chu Yinyao sat there alone, his fingertips slid across the black and white keys, exuding a cold sense of alienation from his body.Peel off this alienation and leave the lonely loneliness.

Xiao Shengyang withdrew from the side hall, leaned against the half-open wooden door, and quietly enjoyed the pieced piano music.This was the first time he heard Chu Yinyao playing the piano, but the figure playing the piano had a much greater impact on him than the music itself.

The sound of the piano was repeated again and again, and finally every note seemed to be smashed out.Xiao Shengyang left the door in silence, his eyes darkened a little while provoking a smile...

Pressing his sore fingers, Chu Yinyao closed the piano cover.

In fact, the performance of each piece of music is attached to the player's emotions, but no one cares...

Walking back to the room, the bedside lamp in the room was on, and there was a cup of steaming milk next to it, and the smell of milk gradually smudged into the air...

Chu Yin stared nonchalantly at the mug beside the bed, the corners of her tightly pursed mouth relaxed, and the corners of her eyes became soft.

Sit on the edge of the bed, pick up the warm milk, and drink it slowly.Only then lay back on the quilt and fell asleep...