Stupid, I picked up a ghost

The name made him touch his chin, it was so familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere? ?

"Yueyue, do you have any impression of this person? It seems that you heard this name not long ago?" Wen Yanyang enlarged the picture for him to see.

Yueyue glanced at it, and immediately remembered that this was the boy Wen Yanyang met when he went to audition for Chi Xiangqi... Oh, they even shook hands...

"I don't know." He opened his eyes and said nonsense.

"Okay, that may be my memory is wrong." Wen Yanyang touched the back of his neck, no longer entangled in who this person is, anyway, he will know who it is next week.

"Have you packed your things?" Yueyue reminded him.

Wen Yanyang took on a few jobs when he was still recording Idol, and the location was in City B, which happened to be completed before he went to record Dream Acting Life.

His family is also in City B, so he thought of going back home by the way.

Since his mother Lu Fanxuan found out that Wen Yanyang participated in the draft, she also began to support her son remotely abroad, voting for him every day, and watching the live broadcast if the time came.

She hadn't had time to watch Wen Yanyang's last performance, but just after class yesterday, she happened to watch the live broadcast of Wen Yanyang taking his luggage and leaving the filming location. Knowing that he had come out, she called her husband Wen Puxin to tell her son was free.

"Husband, Yangyang is on vacation. It's been a long time since you father and son have seen each other. Hurry up and make an appointment while he has time. I think he will be back next month."

After receiving his wife's order, Wen Puxin could only spare tomorrow night to have a meal with his son whom he hadn't seen for a long time, so that he could take a group photo and give Lu Fanxuan an explanation.

"Okay, it's just the charger or something, let's go now, hehehe~ Go back and play a song for you with my mother's piano!" Wen Yanyang didn't bring any clothes at home. At least, he only carried a small light yellow bag.

Do you play the piano?

Yueyue thought of that charming little piano prince not long ago...

"Is it just for me?" He held Wen Yanyang's hand and raised his head to ask.

"That's right, it's just the two of us at home when we go back. Who else can we listen to if we don't listen to you? My dad won't come back until evening." Wen Yanyang put on a hat and mask, and fiddled with the mirror to confirm that there was nothing wrong After entering the place, he took the key, held Yueyue's hand with his backhand, and went out.

"Okay, just let me listen to it from now on, okay?" Yueyue let him pull her along, kept walking, and scratched his palm by the way.

Wen Yanyang booked the light rail ticket back to City B with his mobile phone, he didn't pay much attention to what Yueyue was saying, and nodded indiscriminately.

What kind of wickedness can cute Yueyue have? ?

"Okay, what's wrong... Hey! There happens to be a bus half an hour away!"

Yueyue smiled meaningfully... This is what you said, I remember it all.

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From the subway to the light rail and then to the subway, it didn't take long to arrive at City B. The subway station was only a few hundred meters away from their community. Wen Yanyang and Yueyue walked over slowly. As soon as he arrived at the gate of the community, the security guard at the gate recognized him He said with a smile, "Yo, you're back, I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Hi Uncle Li, I'll come back and have a look when I have time."

Because Wen Yanyang is good-looking, people who have seen him will not forget him, so Uncle Li remembers him very well. I heard that the kid here is still a star? ?

But it doesn't seem to be very famous...

It's not a big problem. People who can live in this community are not short of money. They should just go to have a little experience, expand their social circle, and earn some pocket money by the way.

Wen Yanyang: I'm really not an experience school...

Their community is a high-end community with a good location. Many rich people have houses here. It seems that there are several famous artists living here. However, they usually drive directly to the underground garage, and few people leave. the door.

On the contrary, it is this handsome young man who can often be seen walking this way, and he has a pretty good temper, and after chatting with him occasionally, he gets to know him well.

"Are you coming back for a few days this time?"

"It's probably two or three days. There is still work to be done." He entered the community and replied.

While working, I still have to hurry up and practice my acting skills. When the time comes, I will dream of acting in my life, and try not to be too embarrassing in front of those seniors.

Wen Yanyang's home is on the 23rd floor of the building near the river, and the scenery is considered to be the best in city B.

Yueyue entered the door and looked at Wen Yanyang's home curiously. This place where Wen Yanyang has lived for many years, every corner has the shadow of his life. This feeling is similar to the house he lives in City A now. Not the same.

The whole decoration of the home gave him a very comfortable feeling, just like Yueyue's own home, with a bit of an artistic atmosphere in it.

However, his family has more paintings of all kinds, most of which are works by Ye Nanqiao, while Wen Yanyang's family has various musical instruments, and even has a collection of several gramophones with a sense of age.

Wen Yanyang closed the door, saw his curious look, and said with a smile: "My house was decorated by my mother, it looks good~"

Yueyue nodded, "Well, it seems that she is a very classy lady."

"That's it!" Wen Yanyang put on his home shoes, took a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator, and nestled on the sofa to rest.

The weather was really too hot, he was sweating after walking a few steps, but it was still comfortable to drink ice water while blowing on the air conditioner.

After Yueyue walked around, she came to a photo wall, which was full of photos of Wen Yanyang and his parents, but there were too many single photos of Wen Yanyang, and there were people of all ages. Like a little sun, very eye-catching, many of them are playing the piano, wearing a small white or black suit, with a straight waist, a white and tender face, very childish.

Just as he imagined, Lu Fanxuan is a lady who looks as good-looking as Wen Yanyang when she smiles, with a bit of flair in her gentleness. Her father Wen Puxin is half like Wen Yanyang, but a little more serious in comparison.

Then... Yueyue's eyes looked at a photo above...

"Yanyang, this...is you??"

"Ah?" Wen Yanyang screwed on the bottle cap and walked over, "There are only three people from our family on this wall, who else could it be...??"

"Damn!" After taking a closer look and knowing which photo Yueyue was referring to, Wen Yanyang quickly reached out and covered Yueyue's eyes, "Don't look at this one!!"

After being blocked, Yueyue blinked her eyes and asked with a smile: "Isn't it just for people to see when hanging outside? Why are you not allowed to see it? Isn't it just... women's clothing?"

Wen Yanyang in the photo is still very young, probably the same age as he is now. He is wearing a Snow White dress, with a bitter face and teary eyes, as if he is about to cry in a second.

So cute that his heart softened.

The shameful photos from childhood made Wen Yanyang's scalp tingle with embarrassment.

It was Ms. Lu Fanxuan's birthday many years ago, and she forced him to put it on for him.

At first Wen Yanyang was unwilling to live or die, but in the end his father grabbed him and made him obediently put on the dress his mother had carefully prepared for him.

At that time, Wen Pu was laughing happily, with a sense of gloating. After he finished changing, he grabbed his son's skirt and asked him to turn it in a circle to show his wife, "It's beautiful, it's beautiful." of."

"Hey, our family's Yangyang looks so good in a small skirt." Lu Fanxuan rubbed Wen Yanyang's chubby little face and said.

His father replied doggedly: "Of course, if there is another girl who looks like you, then she must be the cutest and most beautiful little princess."

Wen Yanyang pursed his mouth in grievance, and burst into tears: woo woo woo, I'm a man, so I don't want to wear a small skirt, you go to give birth to a little princess yourself, don't come to harm me woo woo woo~

The more Lu Fanxuan watched, the more satisfied he took out his camera and asked Wen Yanyang to stand still, "No need, our Yangyang is cute enough, come mom to take a picture for you!"

"Crack!"

The aggrieved Wen Yanyang in women's clothing was frozen at that moment.

Yueyue pulled his hand away with a funny face, "I think it's very cute, you were very good-looking when you were young, why didn't you allow me to see it?"

"That goes without saying, of course I am good-looking. When I was young, I was the prettiest kid in the community and kindergarten. The teachers all liked me very much..." Wen Yanyang raised his chin proudly.

"But... Fuck, I've put this photo away before, when did it get posted again?? It's so embarrassing! What's so good about it, you'll forget about that photo just now! Let's go, let's go! , the piano is in my mother's studio, I'll take you to see it."

Such a cute little Wen Yanyang, how could I forget?Yan Yang, you are still too thin-skinned.

"Okay, let's go." Yueyue nodded.

Wen Yanyang hurriedly pulled him away from the wall full of photos and went to the other side of the house.

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Turn on the lights, there are many musical instruments in Lu Fanxuan's studio, everything is neat and orderly in the orange-toned room, and there is a piano in the middle.

Next to the piano is a bottle of roses that are blooming enthusiastically. The red flowers and the black piano form a sharp contrast in color. The light yellow light on the top just shines on the keys... very atmospheric .

Wen Yanyang sat on the piano bench with Yueyue, and opened the swing cover.

Yueyue's legs couldn't step on the ground, so she could only sway in the air.

The piano was spotless, from the lettering it was an August piano.

According to Wen Yanyang, this piano has been around for many years, but it is still well maintained, which shows how much the owner loves and attaches importance to it.

"My dad will call professionals to come to the house every once in a while to maintain it~"

Wen Yanyang played a piece at random.

The tone of this piano is very good, the bass is deep and almost bottomed out, the midrange is full of warmth, and the treble is bright and slender.

Yueyue's gaze fell on his dancing fingers on the keyboard, each press of the slender fingers brought notes one by one...

The qin is a good qin, and Wen Yanyang's hands are also good.

After the last note was drawn from his fingertips, Yueyue shook her legs, "Yanyang, has anyone ever told you that you play the piano very charmingly?"

"Yes, there are many. Every time I perform, people say it."

Yueyue nodded, "It should be so, but...you are the only one I can say that."

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[The author has something to say: Everyone has been waiting for a long time, and I have to deal with some things temporarily tonight, so I was delayed. 】