Every day after marriage in Shura field

"From time to time, my mother invited you an uncle who is very good at playing the piano. When you learn to talk about little stars to your mother, okay~"

The mother in the dream was still very young, with a glamorous and pleasant face that did not require maintenance.Eight-year-old Lin Shen was wearing a British-style vest and shorts, with a little baby fat hanging on her pretty face, and she sat obediently and quietly on a small stool.

Lin's mother, whose real name is Xu Yin, knelt down to tie her son's shoelaces, tied a bow, and pinched the elastic cheeks: "We are always handsome guys, right~" After finishing speaking, "Boji" kissed gulp.

When Lin Shen was eight years old, his mother was more unable to resist and escape than when he was an adult, and was raped by his own mother like a Barbie doll.Even when he got into the car, he still had to grab his soft little hands and pinch them over and over again.

"Here we are," Xu Yin happily carried his son out of the car, "Listen to the teacher!"

Lin Shenshi was awkward in his mother's arms—why was he still being held like a baby at the age of eight?

"It's so cute. From now on, uncle will teach you how to play the piano."

The speaker was a gentle-looking man in his early thirties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, standing among a cluster of blooming chrysanthemums.But Lin Shenshi didn't like him, and his intuition made him avoid the man's hand reaching out to touch his head.

The man withdrew his hand with a smile, and laughed at himself: "It seems that I look too fierce, and I didn't like it when I was young."

Xu Yin put Lin Shenshi down, and said with a smile, "Where is Teacher Song, Shishi just recognizes him." She squatted down again, stroking her son's little head: "Shishi, go to Teacher Song, and mother will come to pick him up in the evening." you."

Lin Shenshi pursed his lips, not wanting to go to the so-called teacher Song.But Song Hui took the initiative to step forward, squatted down and looked at the child at the same level: "Don't be nervous, my name is Song Hui, you can call me Mr. Song, or just call me by name. After all, I want to be equal friends with Xiao Xiao than teachers and students. Woolen cloth."

His gold-rimmed glasses reflected the light. Although he smiled sincerely, Lin Shenshi couldn't have any closeness and affection for him. He felt that this person was like a snake dripping with stinky saliva, grinning wide and wide. Being happy will only make people feel sinister and cunning.

Xu Yin was very relieved of Song Hui, and after handing over his son to him, he got in the car and went to other wives' appointments.Lin Shenshi followed Song Hui to visit his house without saying a word. It was large and very artistic, and every corridor was covered with paintings of various genres.People who don't know at first glance will think that this kind-hearted man in front of him is not a pianist, but a painter.

Song Hui seemed to be able to see through what Lin Shenshi saw and thought, and said half-jokingly: "I can draw a little bit, if you have time, I can draw a portrait for Xiao Xiao as a gift." After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand Want to hold him.

Lin Shenshi took a wrong step to avoid it. On his left hung an unsigned figure painting: a child without clothes, lying naked on the window sill full of sunlight, with patches of sunflowers behind him.

Song Hui noticed his gaze, followed him to look at it, and then smiled: "This is a painting by a friend of mine. You insist on giving it to me so I can frame it and hang it up. How about it, isn't it good?"

"I don't like it." Lin Shenshi looked away, the little bun's face was cold, and he could already glimpse the domineering iceberg aura in the future.

"It doesn't matter, the painting is not important. Today and in the future, it should be this guy who needs our attention," Song Hui led the child to a piano room, pointing to a white piano in the middle, "still Not bad? Do you want to try it first?"

Lin Shenshi walked over, the eight-year-old boy was not very tall, standing on the ground would almost miss the piano keys.He walked around the piano and found that the carpet had been moved.Looking up at the surroundings, the room is empty and well lit - most of it comes from the floor-to-ceiling windows that are opened on the entire wall.

"Okay, come and sit down, I will teach you to recognize scales first."

Song Hui hugged Lin Shenshi to the bench, while he himself sat next to each other, with one arm around the child's shoulder, his big palm wrapped around the white and tender little hands, and he led him to play the black and white keys one by one.

Lin Shenshi's hand was held by him, and he felt a little uncomfortable. He thought of the painting again, and the uncomfortable feeling rose from the bottom of his feet.At this time, the crisp sound of the piano flowing from the keyboard just rightly diverted Lin Shenshi's attention, and he began to concentrate on memorizing the scales.Song Hui was condescending, and when he lowered his head, he could always see the white back of the child's neck.

He chuckled in his heart, this kid is really interesting.

Lin Shenshi is very talented in learning things. Song Hui only played Little Star once, and he was able to copy it without losing a single note.Even though it was just a simple entry-level piece, Song Hui was still shocked, and said to him in surprise: "You are the fastest child I have ever seen to learn the piano, and many people who started playing the piano at the age of five or six are not necessarily better than you." Play better." After speaking, he shook his head regretfully: "It's a pity, I should have started learning earlier."

Lin Shenshi looked at his hands resting on the keys, and did not reject this kind of creative joy.Music is magical. It was originally just to satisfy the whim of his imaginative mother. After playing this piece, he fell in love with the feeling of stroking the black and white keys wonderfully.

Song Hui understood what the kid was thinking at a glance, and said softly: "Actually, as long as you like music, according to your life trajectory, you should inherit your father's company, and becoming a pianist should not be in your plan, right? "

"Fortunately."

"Your mother is right, you are much precocious than ordinary children." Song Hui adjusted his glasses, "Communication with you is like talking to an adult with self-thinking, very pleasant."

Lin Shenshi, who has only spoken two or six words since entering the door: "..."

"You give me the feeling that... when your peers are still watching Transformers Pigman, you can already complete a binary linear equation calculation independently."

"It's triple quadratic." Lin Shenshi corrected with a small face.

"Okay, I was not rigorous. Apologies, little prodigy?"

Lin Shenshi shook his head, lightly pressed the white keys with his little finger, and a deep piano sound sounded, as if urging Song Hui to stop talking nonsense and teach him quickly.

"OK, what else do you want to learn? I think you can try a song that is a little harder than Little Star." Song Hui spread his hands, he had nothing to do with this overly intelligent kid.

Lin Shenshi glanced at the music scores standing there, and pointed to one at random.

There is no clear calculation unit for the time in the dream, it seems to be accelerated from this time to another time, and from this scene to another scene.The consciousness of the dreamer is sleepy and fuzzy, but the pair of deep eyes hidden under the gold-rimmed glasses are deeply imprinted in Lin Shen's dense dream, lingering.

Discovering her son's talent on the piano, Xu Yin happily showed it off everywhere, boasting about her every now and then.As long as Lin Shen is present, when he hears his mother's relentless praise, his face will always turn red like a tomato, which is ripe enough to bite into at any time.Regardless of who Song Hui is, his piano skills and musical attainments are indeed very high, and he taught Lin Shenshi everything without reservation.

Under the premise that his son won the first prize in the elementary school art competition after learning the piano for only one month, Xu Yin took the initiative to extend Lin Shenshi's piano learning time to Song Hui, and happily showed off to the wives in the poker game : "Ms. Song always praised Shishi for playing the piano very well, saying that he could be a pianist in the future."

"Hey, I really envy you, Mrs. Lin, but sooner or later your family's old Lin will be inherited by Shi Shi. Where did you get the time to be a pianist~ Hey, I will eat this one, touch it."

Xu Yin's eyes brightened like stars: "As long as Shi Shi likes him, the company can be inherited by his brother. In short, as long as Shi Shi is happy, it's fine. As a mother, if the child is happy, I will be happy."

Is Lin Shenshi really happy?

Perhaps the novelty and liking for piano and music at the beginning really made him happy, but that teacher Song really made him more and more unbearable.

Rudimentary physical contact, inexplicable eyes covered by glasses - Lin Shenshi never thinks that he is sensitive.Although he is young, as Song Hui said, he is too precocious to be regarded as an ordinary child.

When Song Hui once again corrected his posture and pressed his warm chest against his back, Lin Shenshi jumped off the stool and moved five or six steps away.

Song Hui pretended to withdraw his hand casually, and said with a smile, "Do you want to rest? I'll ask the nanny to cut some fruit for you."

"Don't touch me again."

"Ah, I'm sorry, I forgot that Mrs. Lin said that you don't like physical contact. May I apologize to you and forgive the teacher?" Song Hui looked at him sincerely.

Lin Shenshi insisted: "I want to practice alone."

Song Hui pushed his glasses helplessly, so he got up and gave him his seat, and left the piano room by himself.

With no annoying presence, the tense child finally relaxed a bit.He was not in the mood to practice any more tunes, and walked to the French window with small steps.

This is the second floor, standing in front of the window has a very wide view.When Lin Shenshi touched the glass, the fog made him leave two small handprints.He lowered his head and looked downstairs. It was an open field with nothing planted.

really weird………

Lin Shenshi remembered the layout of this big house, there was a flower bed right from the entrance.He came to learn the piano for half a year, and he didn't know how many times he opened and thanked. Song Hui also mentioned that he likes to grow flowers.Why is there not even a single wild flower in such a large area...

The portrait of the child suddenly appeared in his mind again, Lin Shenshi shivered, and goose bumps rose on his back.Even if he is precocious, he is still a child anyway, and when he should be afraid, he is terribly afraid.

"Have you rested yet? Come and eat some fruit."

Song Hui came in with a fruit plate, knocked on the door, brought back Lin Shenshi's thoughts, turned his back to the window and looked warily at the seemingly gentle and gentle man.

Song Hui was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "I just accidentally touched you, why do you still treat me as a human trafficker?"

"Apple or something, I'll peel it for you."

In the fruit plate were neatly placed some very good-looking fruits, and a small knife for peeling.Lin Shenshi shook his head, making his expression look normal: "Not hungry."

"I'm going home first, mom is coming to pick me up soon."

"Your mother called and said she would be here later today." As soon as Song Hui put down the plate, Lin Shenshi had already disappeared at the door, and he didn't know if the child heard it or not.

"Why are you running, are you afraid that I will eat you?"

After Song Hui finished speaking, he laughed.He sat back in his previous seat, looked down and realized that Lin Shenshi had forgotten to take his little coat.

"It's really a cute little rabbit who just forgets everything."