The slag attack is no longer scum [Quick travel]

Wen Xiuyu went back to the dormitory and took a notebook and pen to the piano classroom. He specially chose when no one was in class, and the students of the music department could come here to practice at any time.

White fingers danced on the black and white keys, making a wonderful movement. Wen Xiuyu played from time to time, and sometimes stopped to think about something, and then recorded something on the paper.

Wen Xiuyu is writing a new song.

Wen's family is well-off, Wen's father and Wen's mother are afraid that they will make Wen Xiuyu and Wen Xiurao into a wealthy second generation who are ignorant and can only spend money. They didn't give them a lot of money, only enough Living expenses, others need to be earned by themselves.

From Wen Xiurao's point of view, it was because he was not his biological son that Wen's father and Wen's mother refused to give him money. He was sure that the two would give Wen Xiuyu money in private, otherwise how would Wen Xiuyu be rich? For Meng Xiangbei.

In fact, Wen's father and Wen's mother treat them equally in terms of money, and Wen Xiuyu earns money by selling music.

Wen Xiuyu has been gifted in music since she was a child, especially in piano.

As Wen Xiurao entered the Wen family, from outsiders' perspective, Wen Xiuyu's personality has changed, and he has less and less musical talent. Wen Xiurao's personality is lively, cheerful, and likable, and his musical talent has even won the praise of international musicians. appreciation.

Probably affected by his mood, Wen Xiuyu is in good condition and has inspiration for composing music.

At noon, when Meng Xiangbei came outside the piano room, he heard a melodious sound of the piano. The sound of the piano was full of joy and tenderness, and it was infused with the player's real and strong feelings. Agitation.

Meng Xiangbei looked in through the window.

In a bright classroom, the young man in front of the piano is like a poplar, his original gloom has completely faded away, his facial features are soft and clear, and he doesn't know what he thinks, the notes under his fingers are much more cheerful, his eyebrows and eyes are unconsciously filled with joy, and even the corners of his lips are full of joy. It also evoked a slight arc.

The sun shone in, as if coating the young man with a layer of platinum light.

Meng Xiangbei stared blankly for a moment, and couldn't help taking out his phone to record the scene.

Until the last musical note fell, the young man seemed to notice something, turned his head and looked out, met Meng Xiangbei's eyes, the young man was stunned, smiled shyly, and two sweet smiles emerged from the corners of his lips.

Meng Xiangbei pushed open the door and walked in.

"Are you here?" Wen Xiuyu got up and ran to him.

Meng Xiangbei reached out and brushed aside the hair on his forehead, revealing those beautiful eyes full of joy.

"Why didn't you tell me when you came?" Wen Xiuyu quietly took Meng Xiangbei's other hand.

"You played so well that I couldn't bear to interrupt."

Wen Xiuyu's eyes lit up, "Really?"

"Of course. Our family is really powerful."

Wen Xiuyu's eyes turned hot. Ever since Wen Xiurao appeared, how long has it been since he heard anyone praise him for his ability to play the piano.

Wen Xiuyu didn't care about other people's opinions, but Wen Xiuyu cared very much about Meng Xiangbei's opinions.

Meng Xiangbei looked at the boy's joyful and moved appearance, and thought to himself: Idiot.

How could it be so easy to be moved by just a few words?What if someone sells you with a single sentence in the future?

But Meng Xiangbei also knew that his worries were unnecessary.

He is the only one who can make Wen Xiuyu willingly sell.

In the past, Wen Xiuyu also played the piano to the original owner, but the original owner either said that Wen Xiuyu's playing was mediocre, or that it was not as good as Wen Xiurao.

What's more, he also recorded Wen Xiuyu's piano music, and then turned around and took out Wen Xiurao.

Wen Xiurao said that Wen Xiuyu's younger brother didn't like him because he misunderstood him, but he wanted to be a good brother.He knew that his younger brother's piano was relatively poor, so he wanted to teach, but it was because Wen Xiuyu was unwilling to communicate with him.

Therefore, Wen Xiurao asked the original owner to record Wen Xiuyu's piano music and handed it over to Wen Xiurao. After he revised it privately, he guided Wen Xiuyu. In this way, Wen Xiuyu's piano ability can be improved, and the relationship between the two will also be improved. ease.

The original owner believed.

In his opinion, Wen Xiuyu is trustworthy and ignorant, while Wen Xiurao is gentle and kind, which makes him like him even more.

As everyone knows, Wen Xiurao regarded those piano pieces as his own, and Wen Xiurao was able to be appreciated by international pianist masters because of Wen Xiuyu's pieces.

Wen Xiurao is a thief.

"Senior Abei, what are you thinking?"

Meng Xiangbei came back to his senses and rubbed his hair, "I was just thinking how lucky I am, such a powerful ball is actually mine."

Wen Xiuyu blinked her eyelashes, two blushes of shyness appeared on her fair cheeks.

"By the way, Tuantuan, I heard that the Chopin International Piano Competition will be held in Poland soon, so you should sign up for it too." Meng Xiangbei suggested.

"Ah? Chopin International Piano Competition?" Wen Xiuyu shook his head, "No, I'm not capable enough." This is one of the highest-level piano competitions in the world. There are preliminary rounds, semi-finals, semi-finals, and finals, etc. Yes, most of them are well-known people in the piano world.

Wen Xiuyu felt that he was not good enough, and...

"It's okay, it's not for winning prizes, just try." Meng Xiangbei encouraged him, Wen Xiuyu has a talent for music, and Meng Xiangbei doesn't want him to be deliberately buried like he was in Imperial University .

He is a piece of gold and needs a better and bigger stage to shine his own light.

Wen Xiuyu bit her lower lip, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "Yes, I'll be nervous..." Wen Xiuyu's mood was obviously depressed.

Wen Xiuyu has social fear, and will feel uneasy and nervous in a lively environment. He feels that this kind of himself is weird, and he cannot play the piano in front of people.

Meng Xiangbei was also in a bit of a dilemma. This was indeed a problem, but one day Wen Xiuyu would need to be in front of others. He might be able to protect him for the rest of his life, but that was not what Meng Xiangbei wanted to see.

Wen Xiuyu is good, more people should know about it.

Meng Xiangbei pondered for a moment and said, "Just tell me if you want to participate. If you want to, I will find a way to help you overcome difficulties."

Wen Xiuyu looked up at the person he loved deeply in front of him, clenched his little fists, and encouraged himself, "I will participate."

At noon, the two had dinner, Meng Xiangbei consulted Wen Xiuyu's opinion, and brought him to the hair salon.

The key to overcoming inferiority complex and social fear is self-confidence.

"Please cut a hairstyle that suits him according to his face shape. Yes, the hair should be cut short, and the bangs on the forehead should not block the eyes..." Meng Xiangbei instructed the hair stylist.

Wen Xiuyu was sitting on a soft chair, with a tall, bright mirror in front of him, looking up, he could clearly see his upper body.

Wen Xiuyu glanced, and through the mirror, his eyes fell on Meng Xiangbei who was beside him.

The hands that were tangled together due to tension unknowingly loosened.

It's great to be accompanied by Senior Abei.

The hair stylist quickly made up his mind and gave Wen Xiuyu an exquisite haircut in half an hour.

The bangs on the boy's forehead were cut off, revealing a plump and smooth forehead, and his eyes were also exposed. The pupils were as clear as a mountain stream, the picturesque eyebrows, and the red lips swept away the previous gloom. The boy's facial features were clean and clear Juan.

"Your facial features and face shape are beautiful, and you can look good with any hairstyle. How about it? Do you like your current look?" The hair stylist is very satisfied with his work.

Wen Xiuyu raised his eyes to look at himself in the mirror, froze for a moment, then nodded after a while, "I like it."

"The head of my family is really good-looking." Coming out of the hair salon, Meng Xiangbei couldn't help but praise.

Wen Xiuyu is indeed good-looking, much better-looking than Wen Xiurao, but his hair was too long and thick, and his gloomy temperament covered up his beauty.

The original owner was also blind, and looked down on Wen Xiuyu, yet he seemed to be inferior to Wen Xiuyu's Wen Xiurao in nothing.

"It's time for us to go to the hospital for an obstetric examination." Meng Xiangbei said.

Wen Xiuyu's footsteps stopped suddenly, with a dazed expression, "Obstetric, prenatal checkup?"

"Yes, you have a baby in your stomach." Meng Xiangbei put his hand on Wen Xiuyu's flat stomach, "In the future, you have to go to the birth checkup regularly to ensure the health of you and the baby."

Wen Xiuyu bit her lip and didn't speak for a while.

Yesterday's mood was ups and downs, and Wen Xiuyu has not completely calmed down until now, and he didn't even dare to think too much. He didn't expect Meng Xiangbei to take the initiative.

"Let's go, let's go to the obstetric examination." Meng Xiangbei took Wen Xiuyu's hand.

"Okay." Wen Xiuyu nodded, followed Meng Xiangbei to the hospital, registered, saw a doctor, had a B-ultrasound, got the results, and listened to the doctor's instructions.

Wen Xiuyu sat aside, watching the young man ask the old doctor about the condition of the child, as well as various precautions during pregnancy.

It wasn't until this moment that Wen Xiuyu fully realized that his senior Abei really liked babies and hoped that their baby would be born.

Wen Xiuyu put his hand on his flat stomach, and said in his heart: baby, my father and I both like you very much.

After leaving the doctor's office, Meng Xiangbei went to get some anti-fetal medicine.

It is not easy for a man with Wen Xiuyu's physique to conceive, and it is easy to have a miscarriage if he is not careful, so he must pay special attention in daily life.

After taking the medicine, Meng Xiangbei muttered about many things that needed attention.

"...Did you remember? Forget it, I'll write it down later, and you can take it back and read it."

As soon as Meng Xiangbei finished speaking, he turned around and saw the boy beside him giggling.

Meng Xiangbei flicked his forehead, "What are you smirking about? This is a very serious matter. For yourself and your baby, you must take it seriously."

Wen Xiuyu's eyes brightened, "I'm just happy. Senior Abei, I'm really, really happy that you are so kind to me and the baby."

Wen Xiuyu's love is hot, he is not good at sweet talk, but simple words can make people sweet to the heart.

Meng Xiangbei didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You fool, you are the one I love, and the baby is my child. If I don't treat you well, who else should I treat you well? Little fool."

"Hehehe." Wen Xiuyu didn't mind being called a fool, so he smiled again and assured him, "I will take good care of myself and the baby, don't worry."

The old doctor said that because Wen Xiuyu's emotional ups and downs have been relatively high recently, which affected the fetus, he took some medicine.The child is only over a month old, and now Wen Xiuyu's stomach is still flat.

Meng Xiangbei wrote down the things that needed attention on his mobile phone and sent them to Wen Xiuyu. After thinking for a while, he ordered: "Don't tell other people about your pregnancy, including your parents, especially don't tell me about your pregnancy." Wen Xiurao, I'm afraid he will harm you."

"Well, I know."

Wen Xiurao wouldn't tell, but Wen Xiuyu, the parents, refused to tell them about the pregnancy from the bottom of his heart. If they knew, they would probably scold him and force him to abort the baby.

Thinking of this possibility, Wen Xiuyu couldn't help shivering.

Meng Xiangbei never took the initiative to look for Wen Xiurao again, even if he ran into Wen Xiurao occasionally, he would avoid him.

Everyone noticed that their school girl and top student was actually with Wen Xiuyu, and there were even rumors that the two were boyfriends.

"What rumors are true? Someone has already asked Meng Xiangbei to verify."

"Why did Meng Xiangbei fall in love with someone like Wen Xiuyu? I thought he would be with Wen Xiurao."

"Who knows what tricks Wen Xiuyu has played, this Wen Xiuyu is the most capable of making people sympathize with him with his pitiful appearance."

"However, I found that after Wen Xiuyu cut her hair, she looked good for a long time. No, it's very good. It seems that she is a good match with Meng Xiangbei."

"Oh, no matter how good-looking it is, it's also a bad-hearted person."

In Imperial University, there are many people who like Meng Xiangbei. When they learned that Meng Xiangbei and Wen Xiuyu were together, some people who liked Meng Xiangbei were unwilling to accept it. They even ran to him and said that Wen Xiuyu's various Unbearable, I want Meng Xiangbei to see Wen Xiuyu clearly and break up with Wen Xiuyu.

But Meng Xiangbei's attitude is very firm, but also very indifferent.

He knew what kind of person Wen Xiuyu was, and he didn't need others to say whether he wanted to be with Wen Xiuyu or not, he could decide for himself, and he didn't need others to comment.

In the end, those who persuaded could only leave sadly.

Wen Xiuyu's cell phone dinged, and a text message came in.

[Xiu Yu, the day after tomorrow is your birthday, and your parents will help you celebrate your birthday. Don't be self-willed, remember to go home, and don't let your parents be sad or disappointed. 】

Wen Xiuyu looked at the text message sent by Wen Xiurao and frowned.

It's his birthday the day after tomorrow.

A while ago, because of Wen Xiurao's quarrel with his parents, he stayed at the school for three consecutive weeks and did not go back.

In the past, birthdays were celebrated at home, and his parents would help him celebrate his birthday, but...

Wen Xiuyu closed his eyes, he should go back.

Wen Xiuyu didn't reply to Wen Xiurao, and in the blink of an eye the next evening, he bid farewell to Meng Xiangbei and went home.

In Xinwan Garden, the capital of the imperial capital, the Wen family's three-story villa is located inside.

Before Wen Xiuyu stepped into the door, he heard a burst of laughter. Looking up, his parents were sitting on the sofa, laughing and talking with Wen Xiurao.

The picture is very warm.

For a moment, Wen Xiuyu seemed to turn around and leave. He always felt that he was the one who was out of place.

But, he is obviously their biological son.

"Xiuyu, you're back. Why are you standing at the door? Come in quickly, your parents have been waiting for you." Wen Xiurao, who had been paying attention to the door, quickly spotted Wen Xiuyu, and his eyes flashed.

Wen Xiuyu walked in and said, "Dad, Mom, I'm back."