Professional flirting system

Tang Ze really didn't expect that his younger brother, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, would be afraid of thunder. When he opened the door to Tang Yan that night, this little guy who always emphasized that he was already a man threw down the quilt and jumped into his arms. The dimple of his neck dawdled.

"What are you doing?" He raised his hand to pat his brother's butt, and closed the door, "Are you afraid of thunder?"

"That's not true," Tang Yan refused to raise his head, and his voice was muffled, "It's raining, and the room is cold."

Tang Ze almost laughed out loud, but he was very considerate and didn't pierce the kid's self-esteem, so he put his arms around him and put him on his bed.

Anyway, the bed is so big that such a small thing can't even feel it.

As a result, when he just pulled the quilt for someone and was about to continue to do some questions, the cuff of his nightgown was suddenly grabbed.

Tang Yan stared at him with a pair of big black eyes motionless, shining brightly under the illumination of the night lights around him, his mouth was closed and he didn't speak, but his little hands held him tightly, obviously not letting him go.

"Huohuo is obedient," Tang Ze patted his stomach, "Brother still has to do his homework, I'll sleep with you later."

"Well (two to four)~" Tang Yan hummed a twisted rejection with his mouth closed, his nose twitched twice, stared at him persistently, and continued to launch the "puppyeyes" offensive.

Tang Ze helped his forehead helplessly, he really couldn't bear the limp child facing him like this, although Tang Yan was eight years old, not the kind of three or four year old little fan, but thinking that this child is his younger brother, I can't bear to be cruel at all.

But look at the watch, it's only 10:30, even if he doesn't study, he can't fall asleep right now.

"Oh my little ancestor," Young Master Tang sighed, and sat down next to him, "Okay, go to sleep, I'll do other things after you fall asleep."

"..." Tang Yan pouted and rolled into his arms again, "I can't sleep, I feel uncomfortable."

"What's the matter?" Tang Ze touched his forehead, then leaned down to touch him with his own forehead to make sure, "I don't have a fever, why are you feeling uncomfortable, do you want to ask Mr. Mo to come and see?"

Mr. Mo is their family doctor, and he also lives in the house on weekdays, so it doesn't take much to call out now.

"No..." Tang Yan's two black eyebrows were twisted into small earthworms, and he pointed to his chest solemnly, "It's uncomfortable here."

At this moment, Tang Ze understood that the little guy was absolutely healthy and had no heart disease, so he was either entertaining himself, or he was really frightened by the thunderstorm.

No matter which one it is, I really can't leave him alone.

"Then what should we do?" The young master patiently rubbed his chest, "Are you feeling better?"

"..." Tang Yan stopped talking again, and after a while, he called out softly, "Brother, grandma said that you play the violin very well, is it true?"

Tang Ze was taken aback. He actually had no impression of that foreign grandmother. Tang Ze here had only met a few times since he was a child. My son is not happy to give red envelopes during Chinese New Year and holiday reunion, the old lady does not celebrate Chinese New Year but Mid-Autumn Festival, and the Tang family doesn’t celebrate Christmas and Thanksgiving very much, plus the two adults don’t know what to do to be so busy every day, the two sides see each other even more not enough.

Judging from the information given to him by 741, this Tang Ze attended a birthday party for his grandmother when he was only eleven or twelve years old. At that time, his father insisted that he perform the violin for the old man, so he played a section in the small banquet hall. amazing Grace.

That song was specially practiced for the birthday party, so I was very impressed.

But at that time, the grandmother didn't show any special liking or dislike for it. Unexpectedly, she still remembered it and told her little grandson.

Tang Yan didn't get an answer, so she just muttered to herself: "At that time, grandma slept with me at night... When it thundered, she hummed. She said that grandpa played the violin very well, and that you played the violin even better... "

"Grandma said that if she can't accompany me in the future, my brother will play the piano for me when there is thunder."

The crunchy and soft child's voice spoke intermittently, Tang Ze didn't know why, but his heart was very warm and soft, like a puddle of sweet sugar water.

He doesn't even remember himself—the real self, when he started learning the piano. At that time, Wei Yu seemed to be the one who said he wanted to practice the piano. Looking at the beautiful and light violin lying quietly in the store, he casually pointed to that.

Then, as if by fate, he soon fell in love with this instrument exuding an elegant rosin.Children are immature, and both parents were prepared to fight to the end with the children who would rather die than practice the piano - especially the disobedient Tang Ze.In the end, both of them persisted without saying a word.

Wei Yu has always been tenacious, and he will not give up on the thing he has chosen, but Tang Ze... really feels that he has found his soul from that little thing.

He couldn't describe that feeling, but every time he picked up the bow and adjusted the angle to draw a beautiful melody like silk, he would always feel an indescribable touch welling up from the bottom of his heart, flowing through his fingers. sharp, and then danced in the air with the mellow notes.

Wei Yu likes to watch him play the piano very much, especially Rachmaninoff's vocal exercises. When those beautiful and sad tunes flow out quietly, Wei Yu will always stop his playing and use indescribable His eyes were fixed on him, and that kind of eyes made him tremble uncontrollably.

No one's ensemble is as perfect as the two of them, but in private when they don't have to perform, for this reason, they rarely have the opportunity to play a complete piece together.

Later, he became a public figure in the film industry, and the opportunities to perform became less and less. The impetuous entertainment circle and classical music seemed to be incompatible. Those beautiful tunes filled with emotion.

"Hmm...brother?"

Tang Yan's cautious voice suddenly interrupted Tang Ze's memories. He didn't know where he was for a moment, and suddenly lowered his head, Wei Yu's clear eyes had been replaced by a pair of children's eyes exuding vitality.

When Tang Ze stood up, his posture was a bit imperceptibly awkward. The piano case was quietly lying on the stand beside the bed.

Recently, he has played the piano by himself many times to calm his mind, but today is the first time he thinks of the long past that seems strange now.

I don't know which switch in Tang Yan's heart was touched by Tang Yan's words.

"What did grandma sing to you?"

"I don't know how to say it in country C...ama, uh...amazinggrace?"

Sure enough, it was still an amazing grace, Tang Ze smiled helplessly, not knowing how to evaluate this delicate and soft foreign lady, lightly placed the piano on her shoulder, and dropped the bow in her right hand.

Soothing and holy music slowly flowed out from under his bow, Tang Yan still stared at his elder brother without blinking, the young man was still immature and slender, covered in a layer of warm yellow clothes in the bedroom at night halo.

The sound of thunder and rain outside the window is still ringing, but it is no longer scary.

The sound of the piano sounded at night for a long time, and Tang Ze repeated it tirelessly over and over again. He straightened his shoulders, closed his eyes slightly, and let the popular melody comfort a little boy who was afraid of thunder, and at the same time convey the tenderness to himself. And peaceful thanksgiving, redemption, and rebirth.

"Nice job my dear," when he finally stopped, Tang Yan was already sleeping soundly under the blanket, and 741 excitedly projected the task panel in front of him, "The progress has reached 75%. If you work hard, maybe you can achieve your goal before school starts in September!"

Tang Ze smiled slightly.

However, things did not go as smoothly as they had imagined. After that night, although Tang Yan became more and more attached to his brother day by day, the progress of the completion of the task suddenly became extremely slow until the day before Tang Ze started school. It can rise to 80%.

"It's so sad, I feel like he doesn't love me anymore."

If 741 was an individual, he would definitely screw his host into the sofa with the back of his head looking up at 45°.

However, he was also very puzzled by the calculation method of the task progress. Even from his point of view, the relationship between the two Tang brothers is already close enough. The meaning of leaving was so noisy that in the end Tang Ze had to ask the servants to bring all his daily necessities here, as if he had saved a room at home.

On the night before the start of school, Tang Ze finally went to bed early under his younger brother's soft and hard foam. The two brothers squeezed into the same bed after taking a shower. He arched himself into his brother's body.

"Oh...sleep well..." Tang Ze finally couldn't bear it when he was woken up three times from the situation where he was about to fall asleep. God knows where the little thing that should have fallen asleep at this time has so much energy today. The long arms pushed him into his arms, and he said in a dazed manner as seriously as possible, "I have to get up early tomorrow morning."

Tang Yan, who was being hugged, finally calmed down. There was still a circle of night lights in the bedroom, so he could see his brother's handsome face less than ten centimeters away from his eyes without any effort.

My brother looks really good-looking...

The little guy yawned, and reluctantly stretched out an arm to touch his brother's face—the skin there looked very easy to touch, white and thin, flowing with a precious luster like ceramics.

And the little mole at the corner of the eye... It makes Tang Ze's already so handsome that he looks a bit sharp and inexplicably more fragile. Tang Yan is still young, so I don't know how to describe that feeling, but I just don't realize it I want to wipe away the mole, like wiping away a long-hidden tear for my brother.

"Don't make trouble..." Tang Ze murmured, stretched out his hand from the quilt and pressed down his restless little paw, "Sleep honestly!"