Dressed as a substitute lover of a wealthy old man

In the underground garage, Tong Yuan followed Pei Xiangyu into a car that no one would take a second look on the road. The man personally acted as the driver for him, which was a great honor.

"where to?"

"You'll know when it arrives."

Tong Yuan leaned against the co-pilot's window and watched Pei Xiangyu drive.

"I haven't seen enough."

"No," he raised the corner of his mouth, "keep watching without telling me where to go."

Pei Xiangyu gave him a helpless look and ignored him.

Just like someone's doting and helpless look, Tong Yuan teased him, happily found a comfortable position, closed his eyes and rested his mind, fell asleep again before he knew it, and when he opened his eyes again, it was obvious that he was in the outskirts of the city. Desolate and uninhabited, it has lost a lot of popularity.

"Where have you been?"

"I can sell you for money." Pei Xiangyu stretched out his hand and rubbed him, "If you sleep again, you can be raised and eat meat."

Tong Yuan: ...

"Coming."

As soon as Pei Xiangyu finished speaking, he turned to the right, and a building with a unique style appeared in his vision.

It seems that this is their destination.

After parking the car, he followed Pei Xiangyu into the gate and walked through a long corridor to the main hall.

There are quite a few violins on display in the large and open space, which is a violin studio.

"What do you need?"

The decent staff greeted the newcomer warmly, glanced at the new guest, and subconsciously asked Pei Xiangyu.

"Is Cao Changming here?"

"inside."

After the staff was stunned, they quickly reacted and gestured towards the place inside.

Pei Xiangyu waved his hand to signal that the staff don't need to guide him, and put Tong Yuan on the shoulder: "Let's go."

Tong Yuan followed slowly, and walked around the corridor for a long time. Inside was a larger semi-open space with a faint smell of rosin floating in the air. Put the baked finished product.

There were about three or five people coming and going, all doing trivial things, only one man with a small mottled temple was sitting on the middle workstation, polishing a piece of the back of the violin in his hand, looking at the two of them. Came in without realizing it.

"Uncle Cao."

The person who made the piano raised his head when he heard the sound. He had a gentle face. Even though he should be a little older, he didn't look old at all. Tong Yuan couldn't tell how old this person was for a while.

But to be able to call Pei Xiangyu an uncle, no matter how young he is, he must be around sixty.

"Xiang Yu? It's been a long time."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Tong Yuan immediately felt a kind of disobedience that didn't match his appearance, with some deliberate warmth, but awkwardness everywhere.

He glanced at Pei Xiangyu, who looked normal, but couldn't figure out what the relationship between the two was. Tong Yuan kept his presence as low as possible and listened to their chat.

The content of the two people's conversation seemed to be close, but in fact they didn't say anything practical. It sounded like a scene, a few polite words between you and me, and the topic accidentally turned to him.

"This is Xiao Ning, right? I remember that they are all quite big, why do they look so small?"

Tong Yuan: ...

"Qiao Ning is busy and can't get out." Pei Xiangyu supported Tong Yuan's back and pushed him forward, "The kid wants to buy a piano, so I'll bring him to you to pick one."

"It's not Xiao Ning..." Cao Changming looked at Tong Yuan a few more times, glanced at Pei Xiangyu's hand that had slipped on Tong Yuan's waist, and frowned slightly.

He sat down and resumed his work: "Let him go outside first."

This is to drive him away.

Tong Yuan glanced at Pei Xiangyu, saw Pei Xiangyu nodded, and obediently retreated out.

"Fang Qian's body is not as strong as before recently, and she misses you every day."

Pei Xiangyu smiled noncommittally, it seemed that Cao Changming was going to have a long talk with him.He dragged a chair over and sat beside him, pretending to be listening attentively.

"You know, once a person gets older, it becomes simpler. There are only a few things that are on his mind. I hope to live a few more years in good health, and hope that the children will be well."

"I'm fine. I'll go and see her later, so she doesn't have to worry."

"Your goodness is different from our definition of goodness." Cao Changming stopped what he was doing and looked at Pei Xiangyu, "You are not too young, so settle down early so that your mother can rest assured."

"Stable?" Pei Xiangyu glanced at Cao Changming, "Didn't my mother settle down after meeting you? Why am I so anxious?"

Cao Changming was a little overwhelmed by Pei Xiangyu's agitated tone, his face was sullen, two veins bulged faintly on his forehead: "Your mother will feel uncomfortable hearing you say that."

"So I'm telling you." Pei Xiangyuyun looked at him calmly, "Mr. Cao, everyone is an adult, I think it's for my mother's sake to call you uncle, so let's stop talking." This kind of drama of fatherly kindness and filial piety is coming. I know whether I am doing well or not, as long as you take good care of my mother, you don't have to worry about me."

He Shi Shiran got up, swayed in a small circle nearby and stood still, and said: "I am here to pick the piano today, after such a long delay, the child will lose his temper at me later, and I have to be coaxed, let's hurry up Bar."

Cao Changming's face was cloudy and uncertain for a while, then he was a little bit colder, his tone lost that layer of camouflage, alienated and indifferent: "You can also see that I have only a few violins here, and they have all been ordered away. I want to take the violin. , you have to wait at least half a year, if you need it urgently, you can pick it outside."

Pei Xiangyu narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Cao Changming for a long while, then shrugged his mouth for some unknown reason, turned and left.

The song outside ended, and the lingering sound continued.

Holding the piano in his hand, Tong Yuan felt that it was more than enough. The situation was stronger than others, and he had to make do if he didn't want to. Who made him have no money now.

"Nice!"

"How long have you been studying? Look at how young you are, and you can play the qin so well!"

In the hall where there was no other guest except him, the three elder sisters surrounded him with great kindness, handing water and melon seeds, looking at him like a little sheep that fell into a wolf's den, with a look of "I'm sorry" You are very interested" expression.

Tong Yuan took the water and said with a smile, "Thank you."

"Are you Tong Yuan?"

Someone recognized him with sharp eyes but was not sure, Tong Yuan returned the Qin to her: "No, I recognized the wrong person."

"No, I think he is much prettier than Tong Yuan. Your fan filter is too serious."

"Who said that, have you seen Tong Yuan's new look two days ago? It's heaven-defying! It really looks like him!"

"But his singing is really ugly."

"There must be something tricky. Some people say that the scene is not like that at all, and some people say that the audience's reaction in the panorama shot from behind is completely different from the close-up in the edited version. It must have been edited maliciously! And I see the latest issue The repo said that the recording of Tong Yuan was also very explosive, I don’t know if it’s true or not…”

"You are definitely a fan filter too serious..."

The attention of the young ladies was successfully shifted to "Tong Yuan", and Tong Yuan was cleansed, and after drinking saliva, Pei Xiangyu came out of it.

"drink water?"

Tong Yuan handed over the water, Pei Xiangyu didn't dislike the one he just drank, took it and drank the rest: "Let's go."

Tong Yuan:? ? ?

He hasn't bought the piano yet!

So this guy took him here for a walk just to catch up with someone who didn't know who?

This is too bad!

"I haven't bought my piano yet..." He suppressed the fire and tried hard to keep the human setup from falling down, reminding Pei Xiangyu.

Pei Xiangyu kept walking: "Don't worry."

……

Halfway through the return journey, Tong Yuan gradually realized that it was not the direction to go back, so he simply stopped asking, anyway, he would not tell Pei Xiangyu if he asked.

After walking for about half an hour, the car stopped in front of a single-family villa.

The sensor at the door recognized the license plate number and automatically released it. Pei Xiangyu parked his car in front of the door, and someone came out of the building.

He is an older man, not old, but definitely not young, and he is a housekeeper or something.

"came back?"

"Ah."

Tong Yuan also got out of the car, the old butler saw him stunned for a moment, and said disappointedly: "I thought it was Master Xiao Qiao who came back..."

After he finished speaking, he got into the car and parked it.

This can't be Pei Xiangyu's house...

Tong Yuan clicked his tongue, why did Pei Xiangyu bring him here?

He followed behind Pei Xiangyu with question marks all over his face. As soon as he entered the door, he saw two fluffy white balls.

One of them was a bit bigger, and it played back and forth between him and Pei Xiangyu, obviously not knowing which one to jump on, so it simply soaked in the rain and dew, and jumped repeatedly.The other one was much more demure, looking at them reservedly with round cat eyes.

I know that Pei Xiangyu keeps pets, but I didn't expect this style of painting, it's too sweet!

Tong Yuan was overwhelmed by the sudden contrast. He pinched the little white dog's nape and lifted it up in front of Pei Xiangyu: "Did you raise it?"

"Ah."

Pei Xiangyu saw Tong Yuan fit with the bichon frize not long ago, and smiled ambiguously. Tong Yuan was terrified by his laughter, and felt that something was wrong.

The interior space is extremely spacious, but the soft furnishings are completely different from where he lives. There are many other people's traces in the subtleties. Obviously, the decoration here is not dominated by Pei Xiangyu.

A grand piano in the middle of the hall is extremely eye-catching, but other than that, there is nothing special about it.

Before they sat down, a woman who was about the same age as the old housekeeper came out. Seeing Pei Xiangyu, she asked, "Why did you come back suddenly today? Did you stay overnight? What do you want for dinner? I didn't prepare any dishes... "

"Just do whatever you want, without too much trouble."

"Go, go, go!"

Pei Xiangyu stopped the woman who was about to leave: "Aunt Liu, go and get the piano from the showroom."

"Qin?"

Pei Xiangyu nodded, and Aunt Liu hesitated for a moment before leaving.Tong Yuan listened clearly, not knowing what kind of medicine Pei Xiangyu was selling in the gourd.

After a while, Aunt Liu came down from upstairs carrying a piano case.

"Is it this one?"

"Correct."

Pei Xiangyu took it and handed it to Tong Yuan: "See if it still works."

Tong Yuan opened the piano case, and the aroma of wood mixed with a faint smell of oil wafted out.

Sometimes a skilled person can tell whether a violin is good or not. Tong Yuan carefully took out the violin by its neck, barely moving his eyes away.

The body of the piano is simple and unpretentious, but the color is excellent, the workmanship is fine, and it has been well maintained. On the head of the piano is a black lacquer rose, which is exactly the same as the ones hanging in Cao Changming's piano room just now. The only difference is that those few The rose on the piano was painted red, but the one in his hand was black.

Probably similar to a signature, artists always like to design this little thought.

"Is this for me?"

"Well, try it."

If it wasn't for Pei Xiangyu's extremely calm tone, as if casually giving him a small gadget for sending someone away, Tong Yuan would have doubted that he really loved him.

He took out the bow, tightened the ponytail, put some rosin on it, put the chin rest on, and tuned the tone a little while "babbling".

He was a little excited. After everything was adjusted properly, he couldn't wait to draw the first bow.

The sound of the piano flowed out like mellow wine, and Tong Yuan was at a loss for words for a while, and there was no suitable adjective to describe the sound he heard.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he actually heard something timeless and fresh in the music that poured out.

Pei Xiangyu was slightly taken aback when he heard the sound of the piano, he thought Tong Yuan's piano practice was just for fun, but now judging from his half-bottle dangling skills that have been abandoned for many years, the child's playing is surprisingly good.

A short audition ended quickly, and he applauded applaudingly: "Is it okay?"

It's just too good!

The voice was as nice as he had imagined, even better. Tong Yuan nodded crazily, and he couldn't let go of what he liked. He looked at Pei Xiangyu in disbelief, and asked again: "Give it to me really?"

"Ah."

Pei Xiangyu found it interesting to see the child's overjoyed appearance, and patted his head habitually: "I won't lie to you this time."

Holding the piano in his arms, Tong Yuan looked back and forth, unable to put it down, and sighed for Pei Xiangyu's generosity by the way.

If this piano is cashed in, it is estimated that he will spend his whole life on Pei Xiangyu, and he may not be able to pay it back.

But it doesn't matter, the big deal is to have a good time for a few days, and return the piano to him directly in the future.

Having figured it out, Tong Yuan gave Pei Xiangyu a bear hug without hesitation: "Thank you!"

Pei Xiangyu caught Tong Yuan who was rushing towards him. The child's appearance really made people want to bully him. He bent his fingers and gently pinched his thin waist.

Tong Yuan was suddenly pinched to a ticklish place, and for a moment he lost his strength and threw Pei Xiangyu backwards. He didn't even think about whether Pei Xiangyu did it on purpose, and all his thoughts were on the piano in his hand.

He subconsciously held up the piano in his hand to avoid being knocked. As a result, his whole body lost its fulcrum, and it was tightly attached to Pei Xiangyu's body.

"Like it?"

Tong Yuan took advantage of the opportunity and took a bite on Pei Xiangyu's chin: "I like it."

There was a sudden "boom—" behind him, which seemed to be the sound of the door being slammed shut.

It took Tong Yuan a while to get up from Pei Xiangyu, and followed the place where the voice came from. Qiao Ning looked at them with a delicate expression on his face.

The author has something to say: If you can’t catch up, go and read the tail of the previous chapter, there’s a short supplement

And I recently got a disease that makes me sleepy at the first word, and today is also a product of semi-coma, huh.