[Shanshan is here] Please give me more advice for the rest of my life

The taste of the dinner was really not satisfactory, of course it couldn't be compared with Mama Zhang, but fortunately, although there was no surprise in the taste, there was no surprise at all. There was neither raw food nor sugar as salt, so it shouldn't be hard to swallow.

I secretly tasted all the dishes in advance, and felt that I was satisfied with my ability to make it like this. I even felt that the braised tofu dish was delicious, so I served it on the table.

Mr. Xiao, who drank half a bowl of soup in advance, really turned cloudy. I don't know if it was because he was a little hungry after he woke up, or because he was in a good mood. He seemed quite satisfied and ate a lot.

On the contrary, the pianist Han Da, who has always fought gracefully at the dinner table until the end, eats today like a reincarnation of a starving ghost. table.

I was dumbfounded when I saw it, and I just felt that this way of eating didn’t feel like it was for filling my stomach, but more like running for my life. I was choking on his behalf, and I was so heartbroken that I didn’t get a fishbone. talent.

Young Master Xiao didn't seem to be surprised at all, he still took a bowl of soup in his hand and drank it slowly, without even lifting his eyelids.

I don't know how strong the relationship between these two is, they have a very tacit understanding, but it's a tacit understanding. I really don't understand what it means, and I can only look at Xiao Wu in a daze. What is the meaning behind the words?

Xiao Wu just smiled. Before I could react, a fish with chopsticks had been caught in the bowl: "Will you be full? Eat."

I had no choice but to bury my head and eat.

Mr. Xiao's tutor is undoubtedly the best. I had dinner with Mr. Xiao, and experienced the set of etiquette and rules firsthand. Since Xiao Wu was raised by his side, one can imagine the precepts and deeds.

I thought of the evaluation of Xiao Wu I heard from other people occasionally. I said that among the young people of the Xiao family generation, although all of them are outstanding young people, there is only one Xiao Wu, who is most like the old man Xiao back then. demeanor.

Seemingly indifferent and quiet, when things happen, he does not move like a mountain, but his actions are the most thunderous and ruthless, leaving no room for them.

In fact, thinking about it now, it seems to be true. No matter in the business field or in all aspects of life, Xiao Wu is indeed somewhat similar to Mr. Xiao in his bones.

At least, from the first time I met him, this man has a confident attitude, and everything is under control. Like his own expression.

However, doesn't he really care about Xiao's matter, doesn't he care at all?Or if you really have complete confidence, you will not take those opponents seriously?

In the middle of the meal, piano music was floating outside the window. My impression of this kind of scene is still only in the few TV dramas I watched when I was a child, about steak, red wine, tall feet cup, dim candlelight, and a waiter in a tuxedo and playing the violin stood beside him.

It's interesting to say, probably because of the influence of those little girls who were poisoned by novels in the store. Even before moving into Xiao's house, I was unnecessarily worried about whether such a scene would happen. It's a little bigger, but it's not much different in other respects. There are no peacocks and swans flying all over the yard, and there is no need to drive a sports car to find the toilet every morning.

As he was muttering to himself, Xiao Wu didn't seem to have the habit of making an accompaniment when eating, so he felt the phone in his pocket vibrate twice.

Mr. Xiao was clearly focused on eating, but his reaction was faster than mine at this moment, his brows were slightly frowned, and he stretched out his hand and said to me, "Give me the phone."

I just thought he was noisy and a little impatient like when he received a call from Jia Jia during the last self-driving trip, so I didn't read the text message and just handed over the phone.

It wasn't until he saw his fingers nimbly tapping on the screen for a while, as if he was typing to reply to a message, that he opened his eyes wide in confusion: "Mr. Xiao?"

"what?"

His tone was so frank that he didn't even have the slightest intention to explain.

I have always been helpless with his tricks, so I just shook my head with a smile, and continued to eat my own food with a big heart.

Frankly speaking, I really don’t worry too much about text messages. It doesn’t matter if I’m too busy at work or because of my personality. I think my private life is almost as barren as the Sahara Desert, and there won’t be any more clean weeds. , who will send me text messages are nothing more than Shanshan, Shuangyi, etc., they can be counted on one hand, there is really nothing to hide.

If it's business, then there's nothing to worry about. Xiao Wu has never been a disrespectful person, and he wouldn't randomly reply to my text messages.

Maybe it was because I was too calm, Xiao Wu showed a rare look of surprise: "Don't ask who it is?"

I found it even more funny, so I had to ask, "Who is it?"

"You'll find out later."

Later, I really knew the owner of this text message, and I also remembered the origin of the sound of the piano.

The other party said righteously in the text message: food, what is needed for life; Qin, what I like, is not with me at the age, why is the donor contaminated by vulgar things, and it is wrong to seek the true meaning of art and life.

Further down, it is probably the one that Xiao Wu just answered, which is the simple and neat Xiao style as always: change the song.

It turned out that he really used that great pianist as a karaoke stand, Han Chen was really angry, and the style of the text messages later was much more normal, as if to express his anger and dissatisfaction, even the sound of the piano suddenly became impassioned, I almost You can imagine his face that was so angry that he was about to go berserk.

I couldn't help laughing out loud, and said to myself, sure enough, why do people have to be educated, so that when expressing anger, they can sing Beethoven's anger with their left hand, and Chopin's anger with their right hand, instead of scratching their scalps and filling their heads. There is only one sentence, are you saying that you are angry or not? !

One of these two is a well-known pianist in the world, and the other is the invincible person in charge of the Xiao family in the business world. Their combined ages are probably almost sixty years old, and they are playing this kind of children at a certain age. The meaningless verbal battle, although, the way of bickering seems to be a little more advanced.

I watched half of the game from a quiet distance, and for a while I couldn't laugh or cry. Xindao is really a master, and he can be serious as if he is negotiating a contract at the negotiating table. The four words easily turn the opponent into scum, It can be seen that it is not unjust for me to die under the knife of Mr. Xiao.

The culprit, on the other hand, still looked calm and calm, without even moving his eyebrows: "He interrupted my meal."

It sounded like a complaint, but it was in a declarative tone, which seemed a bit chilly, as if it was really unpleasant, but I just thought it was funny, I rarely saw such a Xiao Wu, it's not the desolation and indifference of killing people in the mall, it's almost childish naivety.

After thinking about it, he was still a little strange and asked, "How did Mr. Xiao know it was his text message?"

"Use your brain."

I:"……"

It was quite late when we arrived at the piano room after dinner. The pianist Han Da sat in front of the piano with his feet crossed indecently. It’s enough to eat and do it!!”

As long as this person sits in front of the piano, he looks like a musician. Once his hands are off the keys, he can instantly become a hooligan and a gentle scum.

I was somewhat guilty, thinking of the text messages and the uninterrupted sound of the piano just now when I was eating, I couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Playing the piano with one hand can still find time to send text messages?"

The words "that's natural" obviously benefited the pianist Han Da, whose face is not a face and a nose is not a nose, and even his complexion improved a lot. "I'm only 15 years old."

He added: "Not to mention it's been three years now."

This man's brazen kung fu is as good as his piano skills. I couldn't think of anything to say back to him for a while, but Mr. Xiao, who had been standing by and hadn't spoken, raised his eyebrows: "Han Shiba? You can start the class now."

Han Chen was obviously choked by the sound of Han Shiba, but he still snorted coldly: "I don't like having idlers present in class, please pay double the tuition if you steal the teacher."

Xiao Wu didn't refute, and leaned against the wall with his arms folded and a half-smile: "Yes."

Han Chen obviously didn't expect him to be so easy to talk, so he said defensively, "Are you sure?"

"Of course." Young Master Xiao smiled like a spring breeze, "But I'm a businessman, so as much as you take from me, someone will give me back twice as much."

The final result is obvious, and Mr. Xiao, who is invincible, won the victory by an overwhelming advantage.

I don't know if it was stimulated, or because there was a supervisor who wanted to prove that his tutoring fee was not for nothing, the pianist of Han University gave me a real piano lesson for a rare time.

After touching the fish for half a month, I suddenly entered the fighting mode. After finishing a meal with trepidation, I had a non-stop high-intensity training. trembling.

After class, Xiao Wu and I sent Han Chen downstairs together.

The pianist Han Da was obviously still brooding over what happened just now, and said with raised eyebrows, "Profit businessman, I want to resign, I can't do this job anymore!"

Young Master Xiao didn't raise his head, he just smiled inexplicably: "Oh? If you don't want to be here, then you want to go back?"

He seemed to have grasped Han Chen's handle in his hand, and this time he poked at the sore spot, Han Chen really jumped up again: "You, that is, Youxi can bear you, sooner or later..."

He seemed to realize something suddenly, stopped his mouth suddenly, and then looked at me.

He talked a lot like this, and I listened to a lot. This great pianist has always been very keen on mentioning Chen Youxi in front of me. In fact, we should have been used to this level of ridicule, but now it is clear It's a little embarrassing.

As for the reason for the embarrassment, he knew it well, and I naturally knew it too.

I suddenly regretted that I said so much to him on the spur of the moment today. I didn’t want to escape my feelings. In this world, I was already unconsciously trapped in the rules and regulations. If I even had to wear a mask to show myself , isn't it too ugly?

It's better to strip the problem to its core, love it and hate it, admit it if you like it, anyway, at most it's just a losing game, what's so terrible?It is better to live clearly than to be entangled unclearly, letting the wound bleed and fester in a dark corner.

But not wanting to lie to oneself is one thing, and not wanting to make it public is another thing. After all, it is a known result, so why bother others and make oneself unseemly, it is better than a deal, and when necessary, each Take what you need, and clean when it's broken.

Xiao Wu didn't speak all the time, and I could feel his gaze on my face.

After a long while of silence, I suddenly felt that the palm of my hand was squeezed and quickly released. I was stunned for a moment, and then I heard him say: "Liu Liu, can you go back to your room to rest first?"