Master Rong gave kisses day and night, but the little ancestor drew her sword

Chapter 7 Are You Yu Wei?
Even if Rong Zhi does not say anything, Jiang Xiao is planning to get started.

The piano with a transparent skeleton is so tempting. She couldn't help but want to touch it when she was at the auction venue. Now that the piano finally belongs to her, she doesn't have to restrain her liking.

Rong Zhixing watched the little girl happily run to the piano, but she was still pure and straightforward, all her emotions were written on her face, and she didn't know how to hide it.

At this moment, he hopes to protect Jiang Xiao under his arms forever, to keep her nature forever, and not to be infected by this messy world.

Jiang Xiao put all his heart and soul on the piano, completely unaware of what he was thinking right now.

The aperture in the living room hits the crystal piano, reflecting the same light color.

"Den-"

The slender and white fingers fell on the black and white keys, presenting a dull and impurity-free tone.

The fingertips are flowing, and the notes are jumping on the keys, as if talking in a low voice, which is ancient and long-lasting.

From the first note to the end of the last note, Jiang Xiao was addicted to it, as if wandering around in a dense forest, soaked in the fresh air of the leaves just sprouting.

"Brother Zhixing, how is my playing?" Jiang Xiao jumped up and ran to Rong Zhixing, raising her proud face, like a child begging for a reward.

Rong Zhixing stretched out his hand subconsciously, and gently pinched her upturned nose.

The smile was mixed with petting, "I haven't seen you for so many years, the little girl has really grown up, she plays very well, I like it very much."

Rong Zhixing's thoughts surged, more regrets.

He has been away for so many years, missing every stage of the little girl's growth, and all her shining moments, he was not there.

Although he could occasionally receive photos of Jiang Xiao playing the piano from his mother, but when he realized that the little girl had grown up, she was no longer the immature look who followed him behind him and called him brother when he was a child.

Just thinking like this, Jiang Xiao avoided the hand that was about to fall on his head, "Then let's rehearse this piece."

"us?"

"I forgot to tell you that I want to perform with my classmates at the art festival. Since you said it sounds good, I will choose this song! Your vision can't be wrong!"

He is really a child, and his emotions come and go quickly. He wanted to be warm at first, but she interrupted him incomprehensibly.

But forget it, they have a long time to come.

"However, can I ask my classmates to come to rehearse at home? You go to the company during the day, and there is no one at home. I promise not to move around, just rehearse!" Jiang Xiao said, afraid that he would not believe it, and swore with his fingers together.

But Jiang Xiao didn't know that as long as it was her request, Rongzhi would obey unconditionally.

"Okay, as you like."

Originally, I wanted to spend more time with her while working at home, but at this age, the little girl probably doesn't need his clingy brother anymore.

That's right, young people want to show off wantonly, if they forcefully tie her by their side, they will be a canary that can't fly.

Rong Zhixing prefers to see her youthful and shining.

He thought he could wait, but soon he found that his self-control was not as good as he imagined, especially when it comes to everything related to Jiang Xiao.

On the weekend, Jiang Xiao asked the other four students to rehearse together, because each of them would have an ensemble besides their own program.

After Rong Zhixing saw the visitor, he already regretted agreeing to her so readily.

No one said that these four are all male students.

A youthful and sunny boy, positive and uplifting, a few people sitting together and casually saying a few words made Jiang Xiaoqiao smile sweetly.

Thinking back to the few days Jiang Xiao stayed with him, he got angry twice, made her cry once, and laughed for a limited number of times.

"Xiaoxiao, eat some fruit." Rong Zhixing walked over after washing the fruit.

"Thank you Brother Zhixing, I can leave it there."

A boy with big eyes next to him approached curiously and asked, "Xiaoxiao, is this your brother?"

"Well, he's the elder brother of my adoptive parents."

Jiang Xiao explained very seriously, because she was afraid that others would misunderstand that they were really brother and sister.

She turned her back to Rong Zhixing, and didn't see the shadow on his face at this moment.

His heart froze, as if being tightly clenched and then loosened, Rong Zhixing felt inferior for the first time in front of several young boys.

The humming in his pocket pulled him back from his thoughts.

Seeing that it was Jiang Ci calling, he felt even more annoyed.

"Mr. Rong, Yu Wei has already agreed to meet you, three o'clock, Orange Heart Cafe."

"Understood." Rong Zhixing said in a very impatient tone.

"Where's Xiaoxiao?"

"She's busy, do you have something to do?" Jiang Ci kept talking to Xiao Xiao, approaching the point of Rong Zhixing's rage.

Jiang Ci raised his eyebrows where he couldn't see. He had sent her a message for a long time and didn't reply, thinking that something happened. Since he was busy, it was fine.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Jiang Xiao was safer by Rong Zhixing's side than anywhere else.

"It's okay, take good care of her and hang up."

The commanding tone made Rong Zhixing even more unhappy.

Glancing at the time, it's almost time.

He walked to the door and picked up his coat and draped it over his arm.

Glancing at Jiang Xiao who was engaged in rehearsal from a distance, sighed, pushed the door and went out.

Jiang Xiao's eardrums were covered by sound waves, and he didn't hear the door closing.

Rong Zhixing drove to Orange Heart Cafe.

A quiet-looking girl was sitting on the reserved seat. She was young, she seemed to have just graduated from college, with her head in her mouth, a little shy.

"Mr. Rong, hello." The girl glanced up timidly and then quickly lowered her head.

"Well, you are Yu Wei?"

"it's me."

Rong Zhixing seldom looked at a woman appreciatively, he glanced from top to bottom, and always felt that there was a gap between the slightest difference and his imagination.

It's also hard to imagine that the melody from tactful to high-spirited comes from her weak and timid body.

"Forgive me for asking, did you write Jiang Ci's song?"

"Yes."

The girl kept her head down all the time, she was a little afraid of Rong Zhixing's strong aura.

After all, when Rong Zhixing was sitting upright, he was like a stone statue with a knife, looking at others was like cutting him with a knife. Girls are reserved, so they dare not look at him.

"Why did you suddenly add a cello solo in the third measure of the piece? Is this a technique or is there any intention?" Rong Zhixing folded his hands and put them on his raised knees, and said a very ordinary sentence from his mouth Also with a bit of majesty, as if asking questions.

The voice of the girl who was already guilty began to tremble uncontrollably.

"I, I don't have anything... well, I just added it casually."

Rong Zhi Xing came here in anger, but at this time his eagle eyes narrowed slightly, and they were filled with flames, "As a musician, Miss Yu answered so unprofessionally, it's really disappointing."

(End of this chapter)