Priceless little cute wife

Even the East Palace at the door had a trace of doubt.

To tell you the truth, ye Zichu's attitude towards children's paintings is really... Different. Is this the so-called fate?

And the age difference between them is not big... Is ye Zichu right about children's paintings

Donggong asked that he knew he couldn't think nonsense, because ye Zichu had always looked like a teacher and friend of children's painting, but it was not impossible if he really liked it.

Artists never care about these ages and identities. Art has no boundaries. Even if ye Zichu likes children's painting, it is not impossible.

Although Donggong knew that he was not qualified and should not doubt, he always felt some unspeakable doubts.

In fact, it was not Donggong who asked a person about this. The students who practiced piano together saw this scene. Everyone had this idea in their heart, but because ye Zichu was a teacher after all, he didn't say it.

What's more, the fact that the teacher finally fell in love with the students is not a great thing for them.

"What's the matter? What are you look at? Did I ask you to stop? " Ye Zichu looked back at the group of students. Although his voice dropped eight degrees, his stern tone still existed.

The following students immediately turned back and continued to play.

"You sit and practice!" Ye Zichu looked back at the children's painting, and his voice was much softer.

Perhaps because Donggong asked had told him that children's painting was pregnant, ye Zichu also took special care of children's painting.

For ye Zichu, who almost doesn't touch human fireworks and has no emotional ups and downs, such a change is really suspicious.

Even for children's paintings, seeing ye Zichu's warm words and the envious eyes of others, he was a little embarrassed. Then he nodded and sat down gently.

"Sorry, we don't need outsiders to practice the piano. Mr. Donggong, please..." ye Zichu looked up at Donggong mercilessly and asked, and then closed the door directly.

Donggong asked, but it didn't matter. He shrugged his shoulders and simply sat outside the door. If it was Donggong Yao, I'm afraid he would have to fight again with ye Zichu at the door!

Thinking of this, Donggong asked and thought that he had been here for some time, but it seemed that Donggong Yao was not interested in his whereabouts, and he didn't see any news about him leaving the country or missing.

Today's paparazzi, unlike at that time, can be extremely poor, just to get a piece of news. Therefore, if Donggong Yao had something wrong in China, I'm afraid the news would have burst out long ago.

But now, what I see is the news that he is doing those projects in China

Donggong asked, walked slowly to the door and looked through the latest newspaper at will. Now people have used mobile phones or various networking tools to replace the existence of paper newspapers. Only in such cities and institutions full of strong artistic flavor, they are still the darling of various newspapers.

Suddenly, Donggong's face changed. Then he opened the newspaper and saw Donggong Yao and a picture of his father Donggong Yinglong in the headlines.

This was the newspaper two days ago. Donggong asked and frowned.

My father has divided all the industries of the Donggong family when I was away?

To be honest, I don't care about my father's plans. For myself, except that I'm Donggong, I already have little relationship with the Donggong family. It doesn't matter whether the property is given to me or Donggong Yao. It's just a big problem for Donggong Yingxin and his mother.

I'm afraid it's a mess in China now. I really don't know what will happen next. Is the purpose of my father's coming this time to announce this?

Donggong asked, sitting on the stool, hesitating.

Normally, I should go back, but... Now children's painting also needs a professional to take care of it. What should I do?

"You'd better go back?"

Suddenly, a faint voice came from behind.

"Children's paintings? Are you... Over? " Donggong asked. He immediately got up and looked at the children's painting behind him.

"To be exact, it is half-time. After two hours of practice, there is a ten minute break." Tong Hua said simply, then continued to look at Donggong and asked the newspaper in his hand.

I don't know how long it has been. I thought I would completely print Donggong Yao in my mind, but I feel a little vague if I really want to.

Just at first glance, I saw in the newspaper that there were some ups and downs in my originally calm heart.

Although they can't understand the words, the people looking at the above photos are afraid that something must have happened to the Donggong family. Otherwise, Donggong won't sit here motionless for two hours.

"No, it's natural for the family to solve the family affairs. I'm not the person in power and problem-solving in the East Palace family for a long time." Donggong asked, closing the newspaper directly and putting it back.

Although it was only a flash, when the children's painting looked at Donggong Yao's photo, a flash flashed in his eyes, which made Donggong Yao feel something unspeakable.

"Donggong asked... Thank you for your company, but you are always from Donggong family..."

"Do you want me to go back and deal with family disputes? Or do you want me to help Donggong Yao solve those logistics? " Donggong looked up at the children's painting and asked.

The tone doesn't seem to be very good.

As soon as Donggong asked, he also knew that he seemed to have gone too far, and then immediately retracted: "I'm sorry, I'm a little emotional. After all, things at home make me feel very helpless."

Donggong asked that he knew he was lying. He had never been bothered by things at home.

He has always encountered things. His first choice is to leave and stay away from these things, which is better than suffering in it.

But this time, the advice of children's painting seemed to be her intention to help Donggong Yao, which made Donggong suddenly feel angry.

"It's all right. In short, I'm your friend and will always support you behind you."

Donggong asked and nodded, but he was shouting in his heart. He didn't want to be a friend. He didn't want to be a friend supported by her behind. He wanted to be... The person in her heart, the one who could replace Donggong Yao.

A month later.

Black curtain red chair, the oldest oak paved floor, came bursts of footsteps.

The air exudes a very common smell with a little wood.

The venue, which can only accommodate 300 people, is extremely solemn.

This is a small venue within the royal family. It can be said that almost everyone in it is royal relatives.

Almost every year, these people have this free time to listen to music every day, so if someone doesn't perform well on the stage, they can directly listen to the loopholes.

Moreover, in a large venue, you can sometimes fish in troubled waters, but in such a narrow venue, everyone has the opportunity to perform alone, so you can't have a Mr. Nangong.

We can imagine the pressure of children's painting at the moment.

Some uneasily stroked the violin in their hands, touched their lower abdomen and took a deep breath, but they did not reduce their pressure at all.

Suddenly, a hand was on his shoulder, which made the children's painting look back and saw ye Zichu's smiling face.

"What's the matter? It seems very nervous! " Ye Zichu walked beside the children's painting, and then looked at the children's painting with concern.

"It's all right. Just a little... "

"Your first time on the stage, and all the time, it's only more than half a year. It's too... Heartless for you to be nervous. Is that what I said? "

"Mr. Zichu, are you comforting me?" Children's painting looked at ye Zichu and asked.

"Of course not!" Ye Zichu shook his head, "I'm telling you the truth! To tell you the truth, before the performance, no one would be nervous, even me. And for me, proper tension on the court is also necessary! "

"Too relaxed, it will make ordinary mistakes appear on the court..."

"So I believe you, you will never make mistakes, on the court..."

"Why..." suddenly, the children's painting looked at ye Zichu and stared at him, as if looking for an answer.

"Why... Mr. Zichu, do you believe that I can't make mistakes? Why, do you think I'm suitable to be your apprentice? "

"Because you are like me!" Ye Zichu looked at the children's painting and said seriously.

"Your eyes tell me that you are nervous, but your heart tells you that there is nothing worth being nervous about. You are confident in yourself. That's what I need. Not only that... "

"I believe I will make you the first violinist. I have no doubt since I saw your side!"

After that, ye Zichu turned and left.

I don't know why, ye Zichu didn't seem to say anything, but he seemed to say everything.

The tension of children's painting immediately relaxed, gently stroked his lower abdomen, and the nervous look on his face slowly disappeared.

After a while, soft music sounded outside, reminding everyone that it had begun.

Children's paintings were arranged in the back half, so she watched ye Zichu play in front of the stage from the backstage.

That's normal for him.

In the face of these listeners who were not allowed to make mistakes, he closed his eyes, gently twisted his body and swayed with the music.

It doesn't look like ye Zichu, who is rigorous and serious at ordinary times.

Only in music, ye Zichu is the real ye Zichu

I don't know why, not only ye Zichu to himself, but also he has an unspeakable sense of kindness to him. Maybe it's because of the violin, so it's closer to each other!

"Thank you... Today I want to introduce you to a new person and my only disciple..." after that, ye Zichu gently waved his hand backstage.

Tong Hua gently put on the mask on his hand, then finally took a deep breath and slowly walked out of the backstage.

Suddenly, there was a clapping sound on the field, with a little whispering.

You should know that Mr. Ye Zichu has disciples, which is big news, and you can also directly bring them to perform in such venues. It is something that every big performer dare not rush.

You know, if a short-term practitioner has a problem on the stage, almost all the problems will directly point to ye Zichu!