Was she spoiled by her nanny?

Jiang Shihong asked someone to arrange for the injured bodyguard to be hospitalized. When he returned home, it was already dark.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a mess everywhere, as if there had been an earthquake. The vases and books in the living room were thrown on the ground, and broken porcelain pieces were scattered all over the floor. The teapots and cups in the tea market had the same fate. Even the well-grown orchids in the pots under the windows were broken and the dirt was scattered all over the floor.

Wang Ma and several servants were squatting on the ground, heads down, cleaning up in silence.

But just when he had cleaned up part of it, Luo Meilan threw another thing down.

With a "bang", the shelf containing the orchids fell down.

Seeing Jiang Shihong, Luo Meilan came over angrily, "Jiang Shihong, where the hell have you been?! Why did you come back just now? You didn't answer my call. Didn't you see it? That photo? Aren't you worried at all?"

Jiang Xingrou seemed to have never seen Luo Meilan like this before, and she stood there like a wooden statue.

Jiang Shihong's mouth twitched. Indeed, Luo Meilan had not lost her temper like a spoiled daughter for a long, long time, so much so that most of the time, he really thought that Luo Meilan was a well-educated and elegant lady.

Jiang Shihong had seen the photo, of course. He was also worried about this matter, as if it was the end of the world. He was afraid that Ye Tingshen was the person behind Tong Huan. If Ye Tingshen helped Tong Huan to deal with him, then he really------

However, Luo Meilan was even more anxious than him. "Could it be that Ye Tingshen is so ungentlemanly as to fancy Tong Huan? What qualifications does Tong Huan have! She is just an uneducated wild girl from the countryside!"

"Alan, I think this is a good thing. You know how wealthy the Ye family is. The Ye Group is involved in all walks of life. If Xiaohuan can marry into the Ye family, it will be her blessing. Maybe we, as parents, can also benefit from her."

"Bullshit! With Tong Huan's level of cultivation, if she really marries into a wealthy family, she won't be able to handle the social interactions and visits of the wealthy family, and good things will turn into disasters. Do you believe it? Look at how much trouble she has caused me since she came back home!"

Luo Meilan pushed Jiang Shihong without further ado and said, "Hurry up and change your clothes and come with me to see Mr. Ye. Tong Huan must not get involved with anyone from the Ye family. Does she deserve it?! Humph."

Just like that, before Jiang Shihong had time to have dinner, he was dragged to Ye's house by Luo Meilan.

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The light has completely faded, so you can't tell that it's a cloudy day today.

At night, the city lights are as bright as ever. If you look from the sky, they look like charcoal wrapped in a black stove, burning redly and hotly.

Tong Huan was sitting under the window playing the piano with the curtains open. Her elegant sitting posture looked like a beautiful oil painting of a young girl through the window.

The metronome made a monotonous clicking sound beside me.

However, Tong Huan's playing was not smooth today. Not to mention the last two parts of "Revenge", even the first two parts felt bland and boring.

Tong Huan herself was becoming more and more irritated.

The sound of the metronome made it difficult for her to concentrate. From time to time, fragments of her past life appeared before her eyes. She always felt that Luo Meilan was standing beside her with a teaching stick, staring at her hungrily.

Tong Huan's fingers would tremble.

She turned her head and saw Ye Tingshen sitting on the side with his chin in his hand, looking at her thoughtfully with his extremely noble face and deep eyes.

Will he be disappointed in her?

In fact, she is not a talented girl.

Tong Huan lowered her eyes, "Today I don't seem to be feeling very well."

"Yeah." Ye Ting nodded deeply, quite indulgently, "But, what does it matter? Learning a little piano is just for fun, unless you want to become a piano artist at the performance level. Do you want to be that kind of piano artist?"

Tong Hua was stumped by the question, "This------"

"Or, are you learning piano to compete with Jiang Xingrou?"

"Not really."

Tong Huan felt a little embarrassed by Ye Ting's deep gaze in his dark eyes, and shrank her toes inward. "When I was a child, there was a teacher in kindergarten who was very nice to me."

Tong Huan talked about her experience of the first time she heard the kindergarten teacher play the piano. That was probably the first time she received kindness from the world, so she was deeply impressed.

"That melody is really beautiful. I think it is the most beautiful sound in the world," said Tong Hua.

Ye Tingshen acted as a qualified listener, "Do you still remember that melody?"

"Remember a little."

"Play it and see."

Rather than saying that Ye Tingshen is a piano teacher, at this moment, it would be better to say that he is a psychological mentor, guiding Tong Huan to remember the beautiful and touching moments of her.

Tong Huan thought about it and played a few notes on the piano.

However, that memory was too distant, and Tong Huan was too young at the time, so her memory was fragmented and she naturally couldn't remember the melody accurately.

Ye Tingshen suddenly stood up from the sofa, walked to the piano, and sat down next to Tong Hua, "I'll play, you listen."

Ye Ting's knuckles, which were as pliable as plum bones, moved lightly on the piano keys, and a beautiful melody poured out from his fingers.

Surprisingly, it was the music that Tong Huan remembered.

The piano music is as smooth as flowing water and as sweet as honey.

Tong Huan was overjoyed, "Yes, this is it! It sounds really good."

She propped her head up and watched Ye Tingshen playing the piano with his back straight, as if his handsome face was also emitting holy light.

Ye Ting played it again and again.

Until Ye Qing came out of the kitchen, excitedly, "Oh my god, isn't this "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star"? I know this song, Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star -"

Tong Hua: “-------!!!”

It turned out to be "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star"!

A nursery rhyme!

Tong Huan blushed instantly. The beautiful and sweet melody in her memory turned out to be the nursery rhyme "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star"!

But, come to think of it, she heard this song in kindergarten, and the song played by the kindergarten teacher was naturally a simple nursery rhyme, no doubt about it.

Ye Tingshen looked at her with a hint of smile, "It turns out that our Huanhuan also had a childhood."

Tong Hua------Yes, childhood.

Ye Qing was quickly pulled away by Xi Jing, "Why are you interrupting? No one else can sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star except you, right?"

However, at this moment, Ye Tingshen's left hand suddenly began to play quickly, while his right hand played the main melody.

Mozart's "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star Variations" has twelve lovely and charming variations. The popular children's song "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" is just one of the melodies, and Ye Tingshen played the sixth variation. The legato and staccato of his left and right hands were gentle and light in his performance. His flexible wrist made the music quiet, neat and clever.

After the song was finished, Tong Huan felt as if she had been baptized, and instantly returned to that warm and bright afternoon and that loving kindergarten teacher.

Ye Tingshen returned the piano to Tong Hua, "Now it's your turn."

Tong Huan happily put aside all her burdens and started playing the piano happily.

It is naturally a bit difficult, because in the sixth variation, the main melody switches back and forth between the right hand and the left hand. Both the left hand and the right hand must have good independence without any drag, especially the sixteenth notes are difficult.

Tong Huan played it several times.

This piece of music is her favorite because it contains something from deep within her memory.

The rich night is outside the window, and the light falls on the glass. Just as the description in the music, the sky is full of little stars.

She was finally able to let go of the psychological trauma caused by the teaching stick.

My fingers are becoming more and more flexible on the keys.

Playing music is also a search for her past life, all the happy parts, some beauty mixed in with suffering. There are always things that move her, not only the kindergarten teacher, but also her cousin, who has helped her to the best of his ability. As for Tong Hongmei, it seems that she did not only beat and scold her------

Tong Hua wanders in her memories.

Until Ye Tingshen's cell phone rang.

Tong Huan stopped and turned around to see Ye Ting leaning his head back on the sofa with his eyes closed and breathing deeply, as if he had fallen asleep.

Are you hypnotized by her music?