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The black-haired boy returned to the residence, and when he was in his room, he first asked the system about the thing that suddenly appeared from the waist down, which was fluffy and uncontrollable.

He thought he might be drunk and wasn't sure if something really was wrong,

System 006 was silent for a moment, and the mechanical voice answered hesitantly.

"Sorry, host, I'm afraid my analysis data is not clear."

"You... don't know?"

The boy looked surprised.

After all, in all the little memory he had about the system, there was no such situation where he couldn't get any answer, even if it was only a probability possibility.

The unchanging mechanical sound paused for a while, as if it was indeed somewhat incapable of handling the situation.

"When the host sensed the situation, it detected a period of abnormal data that could not be analyzed, but after the situation passed, the abnormal data also disappeared, because the time of the incident was too short, no data samples were left, and there was no way to analyze it. Initially, it was only suspected It is a bug caused by a system vulnerability, and it may be stabilized and repaired when the host stays in this world long enough."

The boy sat on the chair in front of the desk and didn't speak for a while.

That is, that...the one that appeared before...has really existed...

Although it is possible to fix it, but if...if...

The black-haired boy was a little restless, and his slender white fingers flicked unconsciously on the table.

He realized that he seemed to have not played the piano for several days.

In this house, where the piano was originally placed, his old friend from the past is no longer there.

Either it was moved to make room, or it was sold.

'If you don't practice for one day, you will notice the difference; if you don't practice for two days, the critics will notice the difference; Late. '

The black-haired boy rubbed the center of his brows, no matter what, he still wanted to try to find it first.

"Cough cough..."

The boy was in the basement, coughing twice due to the slightly raised dust, and most of the waste in the warehouse was covered with a layer of dust.

When he walked in for a while, he saw his piano.

The black-haired boy lifted the dust cloth and saw the familiar shiny piano cover.

Perhaps he should be grateful for this so-called father's concern for face.

Thinking about it carefully, if such a large piano was dragged out of the house and sold, wouldn't all the painstaking efforts to create the illusion that there was no financial crisis be in vain?

The young man closed his dark eyes, opened the piano cover, put the dust cloth back, and slowly landed his fingers on the keys.

The touch is familiar, and the sound quality is also familiar, but it has been vacant for several years, the pitch has been off, and it needs to be re-tuned and tuned.

The boy still opened the piano bench and sat down, played a piece silently, and then stopped silently.

Who knew that after Su Maotong knew that the young man had played the piano at home, he asked someone to move the piano from the basement up again so that the young man could play in the house.

When the young man was recalling some pieces on the piano bench and played them at a slow speed, Su Maotong would sometimes stop and watch for a while.

It's not admiration, since Su's mother was coaxed by the still young Su Maotong with sweet words

When he cheated into marriage, he was always unreasonable except for a little superficial putting on a show.

It's just that when he saw his son's slender figure, sitting quietly in front of the piano and playing, he began to feel some taste, such as why such stupid boys fell on Su Ran.

Young music students, young and inexperienced, don't they just like to engage in this kind of indifferent beauty, which is really a blank sheet of paper on the bed.

He looked at the black-haired boy as if he was looking at a gold-plated value-added commodity, looked at it with satisfaction for a while, and walked away again.

Su Maotong turned around to answer the phone, and after a while, he was all smiles, saying something like "Thank you Brother Han for remembering", a flattering fart, and he was not in a hurry when he thought about it.

The boy thought about it for a while, and then called Faxiao.

Fa has a very high talent in everything since he was a child, and he even quickly got started with tuning for a while. When Su's mother was still there, she would occasionally make a cameo tuning.

The boy briefly described this first, and then said.

"Lu Qi, what I said before..."

"Ah, that, I asked recently, the Dai family, that is, Aunt Dai's place where we visited once before, I would like to invite you to try to teach the juniors in the family."

"The remuneration will definitely not be treated badly. I think, at least after a while, after uncle's incident, it may even be rescued."

The young man originally planned to find a solo job. It is completely unrealistic for a music student who is only a college student to make a living by performing. Others are acceptable under the current situation.It's just that he doesn't know...

"I'm not sure if I'd be accepted as a child."

He has never done such things as teaching people. If he is not likable, he must be causing trouble to others, and it is a waste of small kindness.

"No, Su Ran, don't worry, I'll make an appointment for you."

The familiar clear male voice on the phone responded decisively.

Although it is said that the little devil of the Dai family doesn't listen to anyone, that Ms. Dai is always worried.

Even so, Su Ran didn't know, but once people met him, they wouldn't refuse.

"………Um."

On the other side of the phone, Qingling's young voice hesitated for a moment, then gently answered.

……

Ms. Dai is a typical oriental beauty. She has the charm of a lady in every gesture, her eyebrows are elegant and beautiful, and her speech is not slow or slow, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

Just when introducing the juniors in the family, the ten-year-old boy's handsome facial features showed a mixed-race appearance, with curly hair and dark brown pupils, which should be from Mr. Dai who was not at home.

He was sitting on one side of the chair, watching the slightly raised eyebrows and eyes of the boy on the piano bench when he looked over, he felt a little nervous for some reason.

Mother Dai felt at ease leaving them to attend lessons in the piano room on the second floor, while she sat and drank tea in the living room.Frankly speaking, if Ms. Dai stayed here to watch the boys go to class, he should be able to relax a little bit.

"Mr. Su, are you nervous?"

The boy swayed his legs back and forth on the piano bench, and the smile on the corners of his lips was slightly teasing.

The boy was a little stuck. After all, the boy called him "teacher" when he opened his mouth. When talking to Mother Dai before, he said that he had a trial class first, and he was not yet mentally prepared to be called "teacher".

So when the juvenile consciousness was a little overwhelmed, he missed the problem of the boy's tone in the first place.

He covered his lips with his fist and let out a "cough". After all, although he had enough education, he was not considered dignified in his age, but just Taoist.

"...No, let's start class."

At the beginning of class, it is necessary to correct the standard hand shape.

This is a very easy step for many piano students to persuade them to quit at the beginning, because beginners can easily play loosely and become non-standard, and then the instructor will continue to correct them harshly, which can easily dampen enthusiasm.

It's just that although the boy is a trial class, he learned from Dai's mother that the boy has not made any progress, and he taught from the very beginning responsibly.

"Hmm... It's like holding two eggs or a ping pong ball. It can't be too loose or too tight. The oval is arched."

The black-haired boy said while putting his hands on the keys to demonstrate.

Each of the boy's knuckles is slender, white and slender, soft and delicate - it is no exaggeration to say that this may be the hand that people think should be born to play the piano.

So when placed on the black and white piano keys, the beauty of the picture is as pleasing as a work of art.

Dai Yize tilted his head slightly and lowered his eyes, and for a moment he began to understand why his mother insisted on trying the musical instrument by herself.

"so?"

The boy shook his head and turned his dark brown eyes to look over.

However, there is only a vague outline, and the four points are similar.

The black-haired boy took the trouble and repeated it several times... Then he saw the boy posing in strange shapes.

It's not that the boy is impatient, but he just vaguely feels that something is wrong. After all, boys don't seem to be the type without understanding or clumsy talent.

The more he teaches, the more biased he becomes, so it shouldn't be... Could it be that he doesn't have the ability to teach others?

At that time, he didn't know that there was such a "little devil" personality as "naughty and tricky".

"Mr. Su, hold my hand and teach me, so I will know how to let it go."

The boy said so solemnly.

The black-haired boy frowned, not sure if it was the right way.

After all, Su Ran was enlightened even earlier when he was young. He started to learn after watching the pianist's performance in the video of a concert. The tutor who led him to enlighten him only corrected him three or four times. In fact, the instructor mostly demonstrates to him, with little physical contact.

It's just that he couldn't be sure if this was a normal process, so he leaned behind the boy according to his words, and wrapped his palm around the boy's smaller hand to help him form the correct hand shape.

This time, the boy's hand shape was maintained quite well, and it has not changed even since then.

The black-haired boy reflected on himself, and it really was a problem with his previous method.

At the beginning, it was a staccato, raising the fingers, and then there were other scales, and even a short introductory repertoire, but the lesson was not long and passed quickly.

When she walked out of the piano room, Mother Dai, who was waiting downstairs, saw a black-haired boy coming out first from the corridor on the second floor. Guzi walked around the corner to his room.

Ms. Dai knew that the "little devil" was probably very satisfied with this young music student.

After all, she has seen several times that boys strode out after the time was over, slammed the door and went back to the room, regardless of the face of those mentors who thought highly of themselves in the music industry.

When the black-haired boy walked down the wooden stairs, he saw that Ms. Dai was entertaining guests, so he walked down a little lightly, hesitating whether he was disturbing.

Ms. Dai's smile was still gentle, and she briefly introduced that Su Ran was a top music student at Manchester College, and as a child, she was invited to her home to teach the juniors.

Sitting on the side of the sofa, the handsome man with a mature and indifferent air nodded slightly in response.

Those deep black eyes rested on the young man for a few moments, and Yili turned to one side.

The black-haired boy didn't seem to expect that Ms. Dai would introduce himself in this way, and he directly accepted the intention of inviting him. When he was surprised, he also showed a little joy that was still young and not good at hiding.

This smile, the kind of "old-fashioned" that was tense in front of young students, was completely broken - the youthful feeling of the whole person with red lips and white teeth unfolded like a growing calyx.

Looking at the past, when the man's eyes were fixed this time, he didn't move away.

……

"Of course, I heard that you met Mr. Tan yesterday?"

The next day, when the boy went downstairs to the living room, he saw Su Maotong rubbing his hands together.

The young man was a little puzzled as to how Su Maotong knew, but it wasn't too strange that Su Maotong might have connections with others.

He didn't think there was anything to hide, so he frowned slightly and nodded.

Anyway, it was just a one-sided relationship.

"So Papa knows—"

The middle-aged man rubbed his hands, and his smile became more obvious immediately.

The boy turned his head and walked towards the study on the other side.

At this time, Su Maotong's smile had completely revealed a strange pleasure.

He knew his son would be of great use.

No, in just a few days, he hooked up with that Mr. Tan.

The hands he was rubbing together moved faster and faster, and after a while, he made a decision.

After all, the sooner the better.

……

Wearing a standard suit and wearing sunglasses, the bodyguard walked at a very fast pace and hugged a person with his strong arms.

Master Tan said that it was not a good job to send someone to Mr. Tan, but the order was like this, and his subordinates followed the rules.

He was naked in his arms, only surrounded by a big coat at random. When the slightly curled up person was placed sideways on the husband's bed, he felt that the person was very light, and a soft, white and beautiful cheek was exposed from the coat. , like a cat.

He didn't dare to look any further, he hurriedly put down the person who told him, then bowed and closed the door and left.

……