deadly trap

Chapter 144 I still love to cry, you care about me
The sun and the moon hidden by dark clouds are the childhood of life.

I still remember the little girl in a floral dress standing by the white door frame of the piano practice room, staring at her dark grape-like eyes, calling him "Ge Ge" in a childish voice.

The young boy sitting in front of the piano in a straight posture glanced at the strict music teacher hired by his parents, and dared not speak immediately.

When the teacher nodded and called the little girl "Second Miss", he dared to speak weakly: "Yanyan, why are you here?"

The little girl curled up her lips and smiled, puffing out the baby fat on her cheeks.

She walked in, took out a drawing board from behind, and said to him: "Ge Ge's music is very nice. Listening to Yanyan, this picture appeared in her head. Look at it!"

It was a paper kite with blue sky and white clouds that she painted with paint.

He bent his delicate eyes: "It looks good!"

She smiled more happily, then ran to him and sat down on the long stool.

Considering that she is the daughter of the head of the house, the teacher put on a flattering look: "Miss Er, do you want to play together?"

She looked at the teacher, then at him, and nodded: "OK!"

He gently curled his lips, first put his fingers on the black and white keys, and she followed suit.

He remembered that she had just learned Beyer 90, and he took her to play this together.

She is like a born little artist, just the piano music for beginners, but she carries her own thinking and understanding, and can even understand his feelings through his piano sound, and sing with him.

The flattering teacher also cherishes talent: "Second Miss and Eldest Young Master are indeed a family, this musical talent is too great!"

The little girl smiled shyly: "I like painting more."

now.

The little girl playing the guitar in front of me gradually overlapped with the little girl in my memory.

Shining also sang to the climax, saying "Listen to your mother", many people turned their heads and looked at Su Muyan.

But for Su Huan, memories fly by, from the little girl to the elementary school student wearing a red scarf, and then to the more beautiful cardamom girl. The appearance has become the stunning beauty that everyone praises today.

People who are good at art seem to be very emotional. He always has difficulty controlling his emotions. He didn't realize that tears fell again until he felt his chin wet.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to wipe it off, suddenly an arm stretched out while he was unawares, across his neck, and hugged him into his arms.

In an instant, a faint scent of sandalwood surrounded his body. While Su Huan squinted his long eyes, he asked with a smile in his ear, "You actually sneaked to see my wife and children?"

His gaze was still on Shining's body in the distance, but because of Shang Wuhai's words, his tears became more turbulent.

"I'm so angry." He said in a low voice, "I think you're a man, but I'm angry at you for being such a man."

Shang Wuyang tilted his head and looked at his moving face, "You are almost thirty, and you still cry so much."

"You take care of me."

Saying that, Su Huan turned his head to look at Shang Wuyang, his teary eyes rolled up, "Your daughter plays the guitar, she looks like me."

Shang Wuyang was not annoyed, but he used a little more force to wrap Su Huan's arm, "There is a folk saying that a nephew is like an uncle."

"Uncle, you are tall!" Su Huan raised his hand and pulled the arm in front of his neck, and straightened the tie that was crooked by Shang Wuyang, "Sooner or later, I will take your wife and daughter as my own!"

Suddenly, Shang Wuyang raised his arm and swung it towards his face, Su Huan quickly turned away, dodged neatly, and even raised his hand to block his fist.

As soon as he changed the attitude of confrontation between the two when they met, he asked seriously: "How did the child survive?"

Shang Wuyang withdrew his hands, leaned against the wall beside him, and took out a cigarette from his pocket.

When he just shook it out, Su Huan quickly took it away and put it in his mouth, then took out the fire from his pocket, and lit it: "What happened to you and Yanyan back then?"

Shang Wuyang watched him order it, and quickly took his hand to suck it up, "I won't tell you."

　Knock lightly...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)