[Comprehensive British and American] Emanuel the autistic

He stood up holding the piano, feeling his body was hollowed out, even if he was almost hit by a car just now, he was not so tired.

Just as he was about to take out his handkerchief to wipe his sweat, he suddenly saw Butler Smith standing not far away with tea, looking at him in surprise.

"Wild-o'-the-wisp etude... I haven't heard this song for many years." Butler Smith walked into the living room and put the tea tray on the coffee table, "I'll get you a towel."

"No need..." Emmanuel said, "I'll go to the bathroom and wash my face."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Tony: "Wait for me a moment, I'll be right back."

Tony nodded, and while watching Emanuel's back disappearing at the end of the stairs, he walked to the coffee table, picked up the teacup without any notice, and sat on the sofa.

"Hasn't he played this piece for many years?" Tony asked casually.

Butler Smith nodded, looking nostalgic: "Yes..."

"Why?" Tony asked tentatively. "This piece seems to mean a lot to him."

After all, it was an incredible growth experience for him to tear up the score and put it back together bit by bit.

Butler Smith smiled, and it wasn't a secret that he couldn't tell, so he told Tony: "Actually, Master Iman didn't learn the piano professionally. Master Se made the bet."

"What bet?" Tony was aroused curiosity.

"At that time, it was because of a trivial matter that caused them to have conflicts, so they made a bet that each would pick a difficult song for the other. In three months, whoever didn't practice it would be a caterpillar."

Butler Smith laughed a little, "Master Iman chose "Chasing the Snow" for Master Arthur, and Master Arthur asked Master Iman to practice "Wild-o'-the-wisps."

Tony: "..."

It's really unique that you two brothers have conflicts, you insist on hurting each other like this.

"In the end, the two of them really only practiced for three months. Apart from eating, sleeping and studying, they basically played the piano every day.

Maybe because the process was so painful, the two became brothers and sisters, and they reconciled naturally.

And after practicing, they vowed never to touch the piece they practiced again, and agreed that whoever played it again would be a caterpillar, so as to replace the previous fruitless bet. "

Tony: Why do you Greens like to bet on caterpillars?What did the caterpillar do wrong? !

"However, in less than two years, Master Arthur had a girlfriend... who is now the Second Young Mistress. At that time, in order to chase her, Master Arthur played this song to show off his skills."

Butler Smith said with a smile, "At that time, Master Iman laughed at him for preferring to be a caterpillar for his wife, and he has been calling him a caterpillar in private for so many years... Looking back now, it's a joke."

Tony was taken aback for a moment, and after realizing it, he was immediately elated!

Could it be that playing the piano is a traditional courtship reservation item of the Green family?

"What are you talking about? Are you smiling so happily?" Emanuel walked down the stairs while wiping his hands with a handkerchief.

"I'm talking about the time when the young master practiced the piano." Butler Smith said.

"Oh..." Emanuel nodded, and then suddenly became alert, "Oh, by the way, Miles, you have to keep this matter a secret for me, don't tell Mao...don't tell Arthur."

Otherwise the Greens would have two caterpillars.

"Don't worry, I won't." Butler Smith said with a smile.

"Hmm!" Tony coughed pretentiously, and crossed his legs on the sofa, "I think, more than this, you should need another insider present to keep it secret."

Emanuel: "..."

His gaze immediately drifted to Butler Smith: "Myers?"

You actually told this flamboyant little peacock? ?

"..." Butler Smith's eyes drifted to Tony.

Why are you one or two sales teammates so proficient!

Emmanuel looked at Tony: "Okay, Tony, don't tell anyone else, okay?"

"Why not? You play so well, you should let others know, there's no need to be so low-key." Tony pretended to be puzzled.

Butler Smith looked at Tony, then at Emanuel, and after a little thought, he made a very spiritual decision, and carefully left the living room, leaving only the two of them in the living room.

"It seems that you know everything." Emanuel rubbed his temples with a headache, "Myers has such a big mouth."

"I didn't expect you to be so interesting when you were a child." Tony almost couldn't hold back his laughter, "This is the first time I've heard of such a novel way of betting."

"Damn it, if you didn't ask me to play it, I wouldn't touch that piece." After wiping off all the water between his fingers, Emanuel threw the handkerchief into the trash can, "I'm tired, okay?" ?”

"Wow, it seems that I have a special place in your heart." Tony was very happy.

Emmanuel couldn't laugh or cry, if it wasn't because this guy had just saved himself, he wouldn't have agreed to play a self-harm song like a ghost fire.

"Okay, tell me, what are your conditions?" Emmanuel also leaned on the sofa.

"Huh?" Tony was still immersed in the joy of "Emanuel broke years of persistence for himself", and for a while he didn't understand what Emanuel meant.

"How can you not tell Arthur?" Emmanuel said, "even though you two don't know each other at all."

"Well..." Tony mused.

Suddenly asked him to say that he couldn't think of anything for a while, so he couldn't just ask for sex, right?

"..." Emmanuel glanced at Tony, "Given your criminal record, I have to warn you... If you make any strange request with color, I will immediately throw you out of the house, I no sooner said than done."

Tony was furious: "It turns out that I am this kind of person in your mind!"

Emanuel: "Aren't you?"

Tony choked for a moment, then raised his face immediately, and said righteously: "Of course not!"

Emanuel was expressionless. He picked up a cup of black tea from the coffee table and took a sip. He was indifferent from head to toe, like a moving emoji of "Do you think anyone cares about you?"

"Then pour me a cup of tea." Tony raised his chin, motioning for his teacup.

Emmanuel was a little surprised: "It's that simple?"

"Do you want to do something more difficult?" Tony raised his eyebrows, "I've never heard such a strange request."

Emanuel: "..."

He reached for the teapot covered with exquisite carvings, lifted Tony's teacup and saucer together, and poured him a cup of tea: "Sri Lankan Ceylon black tea, the top grade from Grover Mountain, do you like black tea?" ?”

"Well...actually, I prefer coffee," Tony said.

Emmanuel shook his head: "No one in our family likes coffee."

Tony: "We're the complete opposite, in every way."

Emmanuel put the teapot in his hand on the tea table, and was about to pass the tea in his hand to Tony, but Tony suddenly stretched out his hand to take it from him, but neither of them could react for a while. The hands collided directly.

"boom!"

There was a crisp collision sound, and the teacup shook on the plate. Although Emanuel adjusted his wrist in time to keep the teacup from overturning completely, it still inevitably splashed a few drops of water and splashed on Tony's hand.

"Aww!" Tony, who was burned, couldn't help crying out in pain, "Be careful!"

"Sorry..." Emmanuel was also taken aback, and quickly put down the teacup in his hand, trying to take out the handkerchief from his pocket, but remembered that he had just thrown the handkerchief into the trash can.

He glanced at the handkerchief lying in the trash can, but he still didn't feel ashamed to pick it up again in front of Tony and help him wipe his hands.

Tony, on the other hand, wiped his suit carelessly, wiping off the black tea left on the back of his hand.

But the burnt part was still red, and seeing him baring his teeth, it probably hurt a lot.

"I'll help you find some scald medicine." Emanuel stood up.

"No, it will be fine on its own." Tony didn't mind the slight burn on his hand at all, he reached out to pick up the teacup on the coffee table, ready to taste the taste of this fine Ceylon black tea.

Emanuel ignored Tony, he went straight to the cabinet where the medical kit was usually placed, opened the cabinet, took out the medical kit, and searched carefully.

Band-aids, bandages, cough syrup, cold medicine, stomach medicine, allergy medicine...

No scald medicine.

Emmanuel frowned, but of course this little thing didn't bother him. He glanced at Tony behind him, and found that he didn't mind the burn on his hand at all, but took a sip of black tea with a sad face, and then sighed He said, "Hmm...it's hot and smells weird."

Taking advantage of this guy's attention not on himself, Emmanuel activated his super power, trying to conjure a "potion that can heal scalds", the power took effect instantly, and a bottle of unpackaged, unsalted water appeared in his hand. Logo, clear vials without barcode.

Emanuel: "..."

Well, although it looks a bit like Sanwu products, the effect should not be too bad.

Thinking of this, he took the bottle of weird potion and walked to Tony's side, and sat on the sofa: "Let me apply some medicine for you."

Tony was about to say no, when out of the corner of his eye he saw the bottle of mysterious reagent in Emanuel's hand: "What is this?"

"Scald medicine ah." Emanuel said.

"Are you sure?" Tony was deeply skeptical. "This thing looks like a dangerous poison stolen from a chemistry lab or something."

"..." Emmanuel's head was full of black lines, "No, this is really a scalding medicine."

"How do you know? There's no words on it?" Tony took the bottle of medicine from Emanuel and studied it seriously.

"Hmm..." Emmanuel's brain started to work quickly, and he quickly found the reason, "This is the super special medicine sent back by my younger brother when he was traveling in India. The divine water concocted by the master himself will be effective in just one drop, and no one can deceive anyone."

Tony: "..."

Too suspicious?What should I do if I don't want to take this medicine anymore? !