Chapter 191

Seeing that it was still early, Su Di was not in a hurry to take an Xiaochu to the studio. Instead, she was dragged around this area. Behind a row of dilapidated houses, there was a small bluestone street.

An Xiaochu and Su Di strolled leisurely with a cup of soybean milk in their hands. The warm sun in the morning fell a reflection through the black roof.

"It's pretty good here. Soymilk is good to drink. But why is it so deserted?" city a has developed rapidly in recent years, with an inch of land and gold in the city. There is no reason to leave such a large boundary unused, but let it waste.

Yuanyu's studio is at the end of Qingshiban street. On a very original broken wooden sign, there are some big characters on Yuanyu's studio.

Next to the sign, there is also a road sign that says, "Tsing Yi lane.". An Xiaochu looked back at the street when he came. It was really like his name.

"About ten years ago, the government also wanted to demolish this land for commercial use. The residents who originally lived here disagreed, but later many relevant officials were sacked. The new officials paid more attention to industrial development and built a new city. In the East, this land was naturally abandoned."

Ten years ago?

A name suddenly flashed in an Xiaochu's mind.

"Did you say the sacked official was an Qianhe?"

Su Di didn't expect an Xiaochu to react so much, but listen to what she said.

Same last name "an"?

"Which official surnamed 'an' has something to do with you?" more than ten years ago, Su Di was only half a teenager. He knew this because he overheard his father chatting with his friends.

"If I guess correctly, you're talking about my adoptive father." an Xiaochu lowered his head slightly. Su Di couldn't see her expression clearly. She could only read her depression from her slightly desolate tone.

"It's the first time I've known you for so long." Su Di wanted to go up and hug her thin shoulder, but he knew he couldn't do it.

Can only pretend to ask easily.

"I was an orphan. I grew up in an orphanage before I was six years old. Later, I was adopted by coincidence. My adoptive father was an Qianhe. At that time, I was stubborn and refused to call him 'father', and he was not angry. I also took time to cultivate feelings with me. Mrs. an had no children and treated me as her own daughter. That's when I came into contact with the piano.

When I was about ten years old, one day just after class, Mrs. an picked me up and held me for a long time. Then I was sent back to the orphanage. "

The past events are still in front of us. When ten year old an Xiao was young and learned that he was abandoned, he complained about an Qianhe in his heart.

When she really grew up and learned about an Qian and being double regulated, her young heart was full of regret. Mrs. an is kind to her by sending her back to the orphanage!

Otherwise, the daughter of a sacked official will be strictly censored no matter what she does in her life.

"An an." unexpectedly involves a past, and Su Di is at a loss.

I could only call her low, trying to wake her up from her past memories.

"I'm fine. It's getting late. Hurry in. I don't want to be scolded on my first day at work."

An Xiaochu shook his head with a smile on his lips. She must have held it for too long before she could tell the story of these old sesame seeds and rotten millet.

When they arrived at the studio, Yuan Yu was sitting by the window with a cup of coffee and sipping leisurely.

Su Di seems to have something to do with Yuanyu. An Xiaochu winked and stepped back, leaving room for them to speak.

"Ann, there are still some things in our company. See you another day."

Su Di comes out of Yuan Yu's office with a bag in his hand. An Xiaochu, who is still looking at the layout of the studio with a smile, says.

An Xiaochu nodded. After seeing Su Di leave, he entered Yuanyu's office.

It's an office, but it's not. An Xiaochu felt that it was more like a degenerate nest, filled with a lazy atmosphere everywhere. Carpets, lazy sofas and so on can be seen everywhere. The quiet air seems to urge people to sleep.

"How's it going?" Yuan Yu raised his head, and his fundus was similar to the dark wallpaper on the wall.

"Unexpectedly, I thought your studio would be very tall."

An Xiaochu chose a sofa to sit down and glanced at the piano in the corner.

Who can believe, forgive a pianist, there is only one piano in the studio.

"Superficial!" excuse me for disdaining.

"There's a piano score on it. Go and try it."

"I use that piano?" it must be my own piano.

An Xiaochu hesitated. Many pianists have quirks and don't like others to touch their instruments. After a few months together, an Xiaochu was very suspicious. Yuanyu had this quirk.

"Don't procrastinate." Yuan Yu urged. An Xiaochu was not hypocritical. He opened the piano score and played it seriously.

Forgive me for leaning on the lazy sofa. His expression is not very clear from the perspective of backlight. But in the eyes as light as dead water, there were three or two bright lights.

In a free environment, an Xiaochu relaxed his body and mind. Then came the awakening of her talent that had been imprisoned.

The student finally didn't smash his sign!

"How am I playing?" an Xiaochu looked at Yuan Yu with bright eyes. She didn't know if it was caused by psychological factors. She felt that her level today was much higher than before.

"It's OK, don't cry!"

Forgive me for pushing the coffee cup in his hand onto the love table. His long legs stretched out and looked like he was going to sleep.

"You say it's OK. It must be good, isn't it?" in the past, every time an Xiaochu finished playing, he could at most get the word "um" of forgiveness. Today's unprecedented evaluation of forgiveness must be different.

"Pour me a glass of water, and then you practice the piano yourself. I want to sleep. I haven't slept all night. I'm sleepy."

An Xiaochu poured a glass of water back to Yuanyu. He saw that he had fallen asleep on the sofa. He had no choice but to put the water cup on the table, but he inadvertently saw the score he put on the table.

He's been busy all night. Is that all he can do? An Xiao's heart is itching to see the results of his labor. However, it's hard to take other people's things at will and simply don't look at the stack of papers.

Put a blanket on Yuanyu and an Xiaochu practiced the piano quietly.

Do what you like, time will go fast.

In the evening, an Xiaochu received a call from Qin Ziang and said he would wait for her in the morning.

An Xiaochu hurriedly packed up his things and said goodbye to Yuan Yu. When he ran out, a black Bugatti stopped at the entrance of the street. The street lamps in the old urban area were damaged, and the black body almost connected with the black in the sky.

The co pilot's door opens from inside. An Xiaochu looks at the dark sky and gets on the bus quickly.

"Aren't you busy?" when he brushed his microblog at noon today, an Xiaochu saw the news of reputation international. I know there is something wrong with the internal operation mechanism of the company.

As president, Qin Ziang should be too busy to touch the ground.

"There can be no delay today."

Qin Ziang held the steering wheel in one hand and saw an Xiaochu fasten his seat belt. Only then did he get in the gear and loosen the clutch and leave.

Strangely, an Xiaochu wanted to ask more questions, but after all, it was a matter of international reputation. If he asked what he shouldn't ask, it would only add embarrassment.

"I haven't seen sister Chen for a long time. Is she all right?" it was too hard to shut up. An Xiaochu casually found a topic.

"If you miss her, you can go to the company at any time. Forget it - I'll take her off another day and let her play with you."

Qin Yuesheng doesn't like an Xiaochu. If an Xiaochu goes to the company rashly, if he doesn't worry, it may be bad for her.

"No, the company is so busy that it must be troublesome for you to leave sister Chen. Besides, I have my own affairs every day. Mr. Yuan is strict and you don't know."

They chatted casually, and Qin Ziang drove the car out of the city.

"Did you go in the wrong direction?" an Xiaochu asked suspiciously, looking at the scattered lights on the roadside.

"You'll know when you get there." Qin Ziang gently hooked his thin lips, stepped on the accelerator, arrived at an open place and stopped.

It's dark around, and the visibility is too low. An Xiaochu looked around and got off the car with Qin Ziang.

"Come with me." this time, Qin Ziang firmly held an Xiaochu's hand.

An Xiaochu wanted to struggle, but he pulled him forward and almost fell to the ground.

The road condition is really worrying. An Xiaochu doesn't dare to move around. He honestly follows Qin Ziang forward. With the faint light of his mobile phone flashlight, an Xiaochu recognized that there seemed to be many flowers around him.

"What are you doing?" Anxiao chukan avoided the muddy puddle under his feet.

"..." Qin Ziang didn't speak, but stubbornly pulled an Xiaochu forward.

Soon, they came to a place with a slightly wider view. An Xiaochu followed him up a few steps to a table.

"Stand well, don't move." Qin Ziang asked softly, then released an Xiaochu's hand and walked to the side of the platform.

One, two, three... In the dark night just now, it was as bright as day. An Xiaochu looked at the boundless blue in surprise - it was a flower field.

The warm breath of the man behind him seemed the only warmth in this winter night.

"Happy birthday, an Xiaochu."

In the cold winter night, Qin Ziang's voice seemed to condense a few chills, but his tone was too gentle, which made people ignore those insignificant coolness.

An Xiaochu turned rigidly. On the table two or three meters long and wide, I don't know when there was an extra cake. It's not big, but it's exquisite.

A cake of more than ten inches, with pink as the background color and a bright yellow duckling on it. Around, there is also a circle of blue goblins.

Nondescript, but particularly moving!

A woman's lacrimal glands are naturally developed. An Xiaochu didn't believe this before. But now, she felt her nose and hair were sour and her throat was blocked. Those emotions that were deliberately ignored by her suddenly surged.

"I didn't do this to make you cry!"

This is probably the most moving love words an Xiao has heard in his 14 years of life.