What if the object of the gift is a paranoid?

Thick clouds obscured the stars, the breeze was breezy, and the night was darker than ever tonight.

Zhou Suyi leaned against the bay window of the dormitory room, looked up at the dark sky, the surroundings were completely silent, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, it was a quiet world of his own.

He curled up his legs, hugged his knees with both hands, turned his head to look out the window, and tightened his hands again.

Recalling Tang Shixuan's previous words in defense of Li Yanqing, Zhou Suyi's eyes gradually dimmed.

Since when did he start liking Tang Shixuan?It's been too long, so long that he can hardly remember...

Twelve years ago, a grand birthday party was being held in an extremely luxurious European-style villa, crowded with people, and there were gorgeously dressed ladies and men in all kinds of high-end suits coming and going.

Among these people are artists, pianists, businessmen and politicians, in short, their backgrounds cannot be underestimated.

In the crowd, there was a young couple who were extremely dazzling. They held each other's arms.

The husband was dressed in a black custom-made tuxedo, with regular features, handsome and handsome, exuding a literary and artistic atmosphere.

His wife was wearing a slim red cheongsam with half-slits, which set off her graceful figure.

She has a unique temperament of a cool beauty, which is innate, not the kind of temperament produced by deliberate training.

There is no doubt that this young couple is Zhou Han, an internationally renowned pianist, and Su Qin, a contemporary performing artist.

Today is the birthday of their son Zhou Suyi, the husband and wife have acquaintances with many people, so naturally there will be an endless stream of people present to celebrate, but the protagonist of the birthday party has not been seen for a long time in such a lively hall.

The husband and wife were busy socializing, when suddenly the butler walked quickly through the crowd, covered his mouth with his hands, and whispered something in Zhou Han's ear, it was obvious that Zhou Han's expression changed for a moment, and then he He recovered his smile, said excuse me to the people around him, and left the hall with the housekeeper.

Everyone only thought that he had something to deal with, and didn't care, and soon immersed themselves in their personal interactions.

In the piano room, a young boy with exquisite appearance and luxurious clothes was sitting in front of a piano. He raised his hands several times, trembling uncontrollably, and put them back before touching the keys.

Just when he was desperate, a faint youthful voice suddenly sounded at the door, although immature, but extremely powerful, "Are you nervous?"

Zhou Suyi turned his head to look, and found that the door of the originally concealed piano room was wide open, and a young man about his age was leaning on the door frame casually.

The four eyes met, the young man showed no sign of retreat, but Zhou Suyi was a little flustered by him.

He avoided the other party's sight, did not reply, and stretched out his hand to the piano in front of him again, but his hand shook more and more.

At this moment, the young man came to his side at some point, and reached out to hold Zhou Suyi's hand.

"How about just playing it for me? Don't care about other people's eyes, I don't care whether you play well or not, so you won't be nervous, play it again."

From the back of Zhou Suyi's hand came the boy's warmth, which made people feel inexplicably reassuring.

Zhou Suyi's education has been extremely strict since he was a child, because his parents did not allow the offspring they are proud of to make any mistakes.

It was the first time he was so close to a stranger, and the rhythm of his heart was completely messed up, but the rhythm of his fingertips on the black and white keys was not wrong at all, and the song "Spring of Tolmani" was perfectly presented.

After finishing playing, the boy's hand also left the back of Zhou Suyi's, "It sounds good, now go to the stage that belongs to you, I will watch you from below."

Encouraged by the young man, Zhou Suyi's inner anxiety was completely calmed down. He walked out of the piano room, met his father who came to look for him on the road, and was led by him to the hall.

In the piano room, the young man's slender fingers stroked the keys that Zhou Suyi had just played, seemingly casually, but those who understand the rhythm can tell that the sequence of each key he touched All accurate.

The young man suddenly felt something strange coming from behind. He was always on high alert and turned his head to look. After seeing the boy at the door, his guarded look disappeared instantly, and then changed into his usual kind look.

There was a boy who looked very similar to him standing at the door, but the boy always had a world-weary and alienated expression, "What about him?" This was a cold questioning tone.

Tang Shijun paused slightly as he stroked the keys, inexplicably recalling a conversation between his younger brother and his teacher when he was in fifth grade.

"Student Xiaoxuan, if you liked a bird, what would you do?"

"Keep it with me."

"What if the bird's dream is to fly freely in the sky and not stay with you?"

"Then break its wings, lock it up in a cage, and I'll give it the best food..."

Tang Shijun gradually came back to his senses, the sunlight shone in through the white flower window, reflecting his curly and slender eyelashes clearly, and his light brown eyes were full of agility when he smiled.

He didn't answer him directly, he seemed to mention it casually, but in fact he deliberately changed the subject, "Let's go, the show is about to start."

The boy looked impatient, and seemed to be suppressing something in his heart, and said calmly, "I don't like sharing his music with so many people, can't he just play it for me?"

Brother Tang Shixuan's possessive speech made Tang Shijun lose his mind for a moment, then he regained his normal expression, walked over slowly, patted his brother on the shoulder, and smiled gently.

His body was full of maturity that did not belong to his age, "Okay, then brother can ask his name for you, can you wait for brother in the garden?"

Tang Shijun left such a sentence and followed the place Zhou Suyi had just walked to the hall.

When he arrived, the hall was silent, everyone was looking up at Zhou Suyi on the stage, their eyes full of hope for him.

The previous long-winded prologues are over, now it is his home court, and the lights are focused on him.

When he was at a loss, his eyes caught somewhere in the dark under the stage, the boy really came, and he looked at himself with all his attention.

Zhou Suyi was a little confused, but also a little excited, excited, not nervous, because he wanted to show him well, and his trembling and whitish fingertips slowly returned to blood.

Just think it's only for him to listen to, don't care about other people's winks...

He quickly regained his confidence, bowed politely to the audience, then walked slowly to the piano and sat down, pressing the first key, breaking the silence in the air.

The fingertips are like elves jumping on the keys, and every rhythm is brought to people is the ultimate enjoyment.

This is an auditory feast, the young man's expression is very satisfied, it seems that he has successfully done it.

At the end of the song, there was an eerie silence at the scene. Everyone was in the shock of the music and had endless aftertaste. After recovering, the scene erupted with deafening cheers and applause. It was very enthusiastic, even his father Zhou Han, who was always strict. He nodded in relief.

After stepping off the stage, Zhou Suyi came in front of Tang Shijun, like a child waiting for praise, Tang Shijun also smiled softly, his eyes were full of tenderness, he raised his hand and rubbed Zhou Suyi's head.

"You are very suitable for the stage. In the future, you will definitely become the brightest star. Thousands of people will be crazy for you, and I will always watch you."

Zhou Suyi looked at him like a magical force, as if he had become that star, that feeling was so exciting.

star?He wants to be a star, well, then become a star, become the center of attention, "What's your name?"

A bit of surprise flashed across Tang Shijun's eyes, it seemed that Zhou Suyi's question was beyond his expectation, and it was not within the scope of his answer, "Is your name..."

Tang Shijun was thoughtful, as if thinking about something, suddenly his brother's paranoid face flashed in his mind, "My name is Tang Shixuan..."

He lied.

Since he is someone my younger brother likes, let him be.

"Okay, I remember you." Zhou Suyi agreed happily, before Tang Shijun could reply, he ran out in a hurry, maybe he was not used to crowded places.