In his arms, letting the gray Zhizhi rub against him, he thanked Su Zening gratefully, "Thank you." After speaking, he sighed again, coughing, and said intermittently, "Cough, Zhizhi. I don't know how much it has suffered outside. Ahem, it must be very angry with me."

Su Zening mourned and sighed angrily: "You can open two beef-flavored cans for it. It will definitely not get angry again."

Nie Changmo: ? ? ?

Looking at the time, Su Zening coughed lightly: "I'm going to the banquet hall." After all, it's almost time, he ran out for so long, what if Fu Xiao deducted his salary.

Nie Changmo nodded and said, "I'll send someone to send Zhizhi to see a doctor first, and I'll find you in the banquet hall later."

Su Zening asked strangely, "Are you going too?" After all, Nie Changmo's body does not look very good, and it is not suitable for going to places with many people. The two of them didn't walk much along the way, Nie Changmo's face was already pale, and his breathing sounded. It was as heavy as a bellows in his chest. Based on Su Zening's experience, although Nie Changmo had been discharged from the hospital, his health was definitely not in good condition.

"Just go for a while, it's alright." Nie Changmo's lips were bloodless, he looked at the banquet hall with a slight smile and said, "And today is my brother's birthday, I wrote a song for my brother, and I specially found someone today. Come sing."

"I hope to see my brother hearing that song with my own eyes, after all—" the boy said solemnly, "It may not be the last gift I gave my brother."

How could anyone joke about the possibility that they might die like this.

However, when the young man spoke out about life and death in such an open and open-minded manner, Su Zening couldn't say anything to comfort him.

He was only surprised: "You can write songs?" Songwriting is not easy, from composing lyrics to music theory, harmony, and orchestration are indispensable.

Nie Changmo smiled shyly and said, "It will be a little bit."

After the two separated, Su Zening came to the banquet hall alone.

There was no Fu Xiao in the banquet hall.

Su Zening hid in a remote corner, grabbed a piece of chocolate cake, and devoured it earnestly and devoutly.

One of the benefits of being a human being is that no one can control what he can't eat and what he can't eat every day.

There was a classical piano in the corner where Su Zening was staying. The whole body of the piano was dark and shimmering with a low-key and expensive luster.

At this time, next to the piano, a young man wearing a vest and a bow tie, with a proud expression, played with his ten fingers on the piano, and a series of complex melodies flowed out between the man's fingers. The beautiful tone of the expensive piano was matched with gorgeous The melody has attracted the attention of many people.

Su Zening ate the chocolate cake and listened. He couldn't help raising his eyebrows. He played well.

However, compared with my father's students, it is still a little worse.

How should put it, according to father's evaluation, can show off skills when succeed, but can show off skills when lose.

Su Zening always remembers that his father once said that music is the carrier of feelings, and skills are used to express feelings.

But the sound of this piano is excellent and responsive, and it can't even match my father's favorite piano.

Su Zening guessed that it may be a top piano with a price of one million or even ten million. To be able to come up with such a piano, the Nie family really has a lot of money.

After the arrogant and mean-looking man finished playing the tune, his eyes showed ecstasy, and he was obviously satisfied with the excellent tone of the piano. A staff member around said anxiously: "Mr. Fang, do you want to watch the song that the young master asked you to play and sing."

The man called Mr. Fang showed disdain in his eyes, and when he looked at the top-level piano in front of him, it was like looking at a dusty treasure. He couldn't help but say, "You guys use this level of piano to play this kind of tune, and you are ruining the world. , huh." The irony in his voice was obvious.

The corners of the staff's mouth couldn't help twitching. He originally wanted to find a band, but the young master wanted to play with the special piano given to him by the eldest young master, so he went to the conservatory to find someone.

He knew that Mr. Fang was very powerful and well-known, but he contacted the people from the Conservatory of Music and said clearly that he wanted to find a student with good singing skills and good piano skills to help the young master play and sing the works. Who would have guessed that this young master's piano was a legendary piano that the eldest young master had bought back from overseas auctions with huge sums of money. He brought his companions over and condescended, so he accepted the matter as if he was embarrassed. .

But he wondered, no one forced this Mr. Fang to come here? He should never have been blinded by the string of awards that Mr. Fang had won before, and invited such a big Buddha.

When this Mr. Fang came, he didn't even bring the sheet music he sent. He only asked them to bring a piece of music on the spot, and after reading it a few times, he didn't care. Playing my own tunes here.

The staff member has no idea, has this Mr. Fang practiced in advance?

The staff thought of this and said patiently, "Mr. Fang, why don't you take a look at the song?"

Mr. Fang looked at the piece with contempt, and said with a little impatience, "I can play this kind of pop music by just looking at it. Are you doubting me?" He wouldn't come if he couldn't find a second piano to attract him.

Su Zening frowned.

Is this Mr. Fang the one invited by Nie Changmo?

It doesn't feel good.

The staff member smiled and said, "Where is it." If it weren't for the time, he would have to change someone immediately. This uncle is very good. He doesn't know how high the sky is. He knows in his heart that if someone makes the young master unhappy, the eldest master will not hesitate to make that person's whole family unhappy.

He didn't want to be in trouble, so he could only grit his teeth and explain how happy this Uncle Fang was to serving him today.

Mr. Fang casually said a few words to send the staff away.

Su Zening frowned and took a few steps closer with the cake.

While playing the piano, Mr. Fang was amazed at the piano's excellent timbre and expressiveness, while he couldn't help but whisper something arrogantly to a companion beside him.

His companion couldn't help but sighed: "The Nie family is really rich. This kind of fine piano was bought and put here like this. This kind of music can't find a worthy owner. It's a sin." They all knew , Young Master Nie, a rich man, is just playing around with the piano and music. And people like them who really like it can't afford it.

Mr. Fang hates the most, this kind of rich man who buys a good piano but puts it on the shelf, just to show his noble taste, the more he loves this piano, the more he hates the Nie family, he sarcastically said: "I have money to buy it. , it's useless."

This is a bit too much.

His companion hurriedly looked around, and seeing that no one noticed, he was relieved and blamed: "You really, how can you say such a thing."

Mr. Fang, who was used to being arrogant, raised his eyebrows and said, "I said something wrong, it's just the truth." The young master of the Nie family was originally a short-lived ghost.

Knowing his mean and arrogant character, his companion said helplessly: "Forget it, let's start practicing that piece, we have never cooperated." They have been busy with a competition recently, and they have not practiced seriously. pass.

Mr. Fang said casually: "Isn't this kind of pop music impromptu accompaniment just a matter of watching it several times? Why don't you have confidence?"

His companion also laughed, "I wouldn't."

The two began to work together. After the song, their companions breathed a sigh of relief. Although Lao Fang's personality was a bit poor, his business ability was still good. After watching it a few times, there was no problem with the two of them working together. The two threw the score to aside.

Just when he was relieved.

The one next to him was eating a chocolate cake, but the young boy said, "Do you want to practice a few times?"

Mr. Fang frowned and looked over. When he saw a boy with chocolate cake residue on the corner of his mouth, he mocked angrily, "What do you know?"

Su Zening wrapped the remaining chocolate cake in one bite and sneered.

He didn't want to say anything, but what did they say?

Money to buy, but no life? His ears were so good that they thought no one was listening, but he could hear clearly.

What qualifications do they have to say this, they are not the piano, who gave the face and made them feel wronged for this piano. Moreover, Su Zening knew that the more expensive the piano, the more careful maintenance is required.

This piano sounds so good and clearly has been well maintained.

And the two of them didn't sing at all.

They played the piano well and sang well, but the cooperation between the two was basically zero, and it could only be said that they were barely getting along, but this was a gift prepared by Momo for his brother.

Thinking of Nie Changmo's indifferent sentence, "It's not necessarily the last gift."

Su Zening was heartbroken and sad.

They take money to do things.

At least not to mention how the level is, the attitude should always be correct.

Su Zening clapped the residue on his hands, looked at the two of them and said, "Even if I don't understand anything, I know you guys are playing like garbage."

When did Mr. Fang suffer such grievances, he stood up angrily and said, "What do you mean?"

His companion quickly grabbed him.

Su Zening didn't dodge, looked at Mr. Fang with blue eyes and said, "That's what you thought."

At this time, the movement here has attracted the attention of the staff.

The staff came over with a big head and said, "What's wrong?"

Mr. Fang seemed to have seen the person calling the shots, so he came over angrily, looked at Su Zening and said, "You came just in time, drive this troublemaker away, and don't let him delay my performance in the performance area."

The staff looked at Su Zening hesitantly. Since Su Zening can come to this banquet and his identity is not bad, how could he drive people away.

Mr. Fang saw his hesitation and sneered: "He won't go, right? Well, I'll go, I'll see who will play this tune."

The staff head said: "Don't, Mr. Fang must have misunderstood. Don't be angry."

He turned to look at Su Zening with some hesitation. Although Su Zening is a guest, he should not be an important person. He is familiar with important people. The key now is not to mess up the little young master.

He made up his mind, talked to this gentleman, and asked him to sit on the other side of the banquet hall.

After all, this temporary moment asked him to find someone else to play the tune.

Unexpectedly, the young man raised his head and sneered towards Mr. Fang: "Whoever said there is no one, I'll just play and sing if it's a big deal."

☆、The highlight moment of the small sugar cake 2

Everyone was stunned.

Mr. Fang reacted first, looked at Su Zening arrogantly up and down, and sneered: "Can you play? Have you seen the score?" He has never seen this young man before, so he must have no reputation in the music circle, and Mr. Fang has not He put his eyes on it.

Su Zening said lightly, "I haven't seen it." He put his fingers on the white table next to him and tapped gently and melodicly.

Mr. Fang said as if he heard Tianda's joke: "You haven't even read the sheet music, so you dare to say such a thing?"

Although this melody is simple and has no connotation, it is purely a complacent pop tune made by the eldest young master himself, and it is not difficult. But this person made a lot of nonsense without even reading the song.

Although he has not watched it many times, he has been obsessed with the piano since he was a child. He has been with the piano since he was sensible, and studied classical music. None of the teachers who have taught him lamented his talent in music performance. He has this self-confidence, and it is almost the same after reading the score a few times, and it is true, he has a very high degree of completion.

However, this kid is afraid that he does not have such a foundation.

When the staff saw this, they complained in their hearts. This young master has not even watched the song, so what is he doing? He wanted to separate the conflicting people on both sides and said, "This young master, let's go over there and sit first. Sit down?" This time the young master wanted to surprise the eldest young master, who would have known such a thing would happen. The trouble was so big that he had to be ripped off by the eldest young master.

Su Zening smiled lightly, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Mr. Fang with azure blue eyes: "Can I find out soon after trying it?"

Mr. Fang was taken aback by the bright eyes, the young man seemed to have a plan in his heart.

Does this kid want to see the sight-reading of the score?

impossible.

Although it's simple pop music, he can't even do sight-reading. If not, he might be able to do it reluctantly, but it's just reluctantly popping out the tune and melody, and there's no detailing at all.

This kind of performance is not a complete work at all, it can only be said to be a semi-finished product.

Without a lot of accumulation and connection, and understanding of music theory, how could it be possible to do sight-reading.

What's more, Mr. Fang looked at Su Zening's fingers, which were long and well-defined.

The fingers of people who have practiced the piano for a long time are mostly thick, short and with fine calluses.

Mr. Fang thought that he had a point for the young man's level, and said with relief: "This kind of piano is not something that anyone can play. At your level, I am afraid that you won't be able to practice for another ten years." Although this is rude, But it's true, this piano is absolutely worthy of its price, and it's definitely not something that anyone can control. This is also the reason why he doesn't like that Young Master Nie.

Without more than ten years of consistent practice and concentration, it is impossible to control this piano at all. That Young Master Nie couldn't do it at all.

This piano can only be dusted here and reduced to a tool for rich people to show off.

The staff there had no choice and wanted to forcibly pull Su Zening away.

However, Su Zening sat by the piano, raised his head and raised his lips towards Mr. Fang and smiled. This smile was a little arrogant, but the young man's eyes were clear. Such an arrogant smile not only did not appear frivolous, but made the young man dazzling like a scorching sun.

The boy's voice was not loud, but his words were very clear: "Why don't you dare?"

The staff and Mr. Fang who originally wanted to pull Su Zening away were stunned.

Mr. Fang's companion suddenly thought that just now he saw the boy's fingertips tapping on the table, the rhythm of the tapping, the posture, he silently recalled, and then suddenly opened his eyes.

Isn't that-

Is that the tune they just played?

At this time, Nie Changmo's indifferent voice came: "Whether it works, it's not up to you." The sick young man walked in, and once he came in, he glanced coldly at Mr. Fang and the staff. , at that glance, the two of them subconsciously avoided Nie Changmo's sight and did not dare to refute.

Nie Changmo ignored them and said to Su Zening, "Ningning, do you want to try it?" Although he is not in good health, he has a strong and intelligent personality since he was a child. He couldn't hear the disdain in Mr. Fang's tone. .

Nie Changmo has always been accustomed to being arrogant. He would rather be a jade piece than a tile full of personality. No matter how well that Mr. Fang plays, it is of no use. Since Mr. Fang looks down on him from the bottom of his heart, why should he rush to find him and be unhappy.

"Momo, although I'm not very good." Su Zening did not shirk, put his hand on the piano and said, "But I have learned the piano from my family. If you believe it, leave it to me. I will try my best to do my best. of."

Dad often said he wasn't talented enough, much worse than when he was young.

He didn't even know if he could do it well.

But he will definitely do his best, absolutely can't leave such an important thing to Momo to Mr. Fang who doesn't pay attention at all.

Nie Changmo smiled and said, "Ning Ning, just do your best, no matter what you play, I like it." Of course he knew that Ning Ning had never watched the music he made by himself. It was the first time. Looking at the tune, the performance will definitely stutter, and it will not have any effect, but he is also happy to do so.

He knew exactly who was sincere and who was perfunctory.

Mr. Fang couldn't help but say, "I don't know how high the sky is." He looked at the people who were attracted by the dispute just now, sneered in his heart, and waited to see the joke of the young man.

This level of piano is not just expensive. The timbre of a classical grand piano depends on the player's strength, control and position when pressing the keys. The subtle strength between the fingers will cause subtle changes in timbre, and it is precisely the application of this change And expression, it gives the piano a rich sense of hierarchy.

And this legendary piano will magnify its own subtle shortcomings ten thousand times.

Even when he played it for the first time, when he heard the melody with holes in his fingers, he was ashamed to die.

With this kid?

Mr. Fang sneered and looked at the audio switch that was turned off.

He turned the speaker on without revealing a trace.

Isn't this kid going to play?

Then help him yourself.

A low-key and elegant classical grand piano, even with a hint of childish teenager sitting in front, put his fingers on the keys. The temperament of the whole person's upper body, arms and even the posture between the fingers is completely different.

Mr. Fang originally planned to look at the joke's face, but suddenly became serious and looked at his companions.

Whether there are basic skills can be seen at a glance.

Others do not say that the basic skills of this young man are beyond reproach.

His companions thought more. He closed his eyes and thought carefully about where the boy's fingers were hitting on the table and where the keys of the piano were. Their tutors often played and arranged music silently on the table. Here it is.

He couldn't help showing a wry smile at the corner of his mouth, and he had a hunch in his heart that they might encounter a tough stubble.

Nie Changmo naturally stepped forward and wanted to turn the score for Su Zening.

Su Zening raised his head and smiled at him: "No need."

Nie Changmo was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Ning Ning meant no music?

Su Zening pointed to his head and curved the corners of his mouth playfully, showing his little tiger teeth: "I have written it down." He had already written it down just after listening to Mr. Fang play it once.

In the music industry, there is a saying about ear training.

The so-called sight-singing is to sing when you know the music. The so-called ear, is to identify intervals and intonation.

These are basic skills for him, and they can naturally be remembered after listening to them, which is not very powerful. Dad could hear any wrong note in the symphony orchestra, he couldn't, he could only hear the high or low of a certain part, and he was laughed at by Dad for this.

Mr. Fang snorted coldly.

Obviously, he heard Su Zening's nonsense. After listening to it once, he can remember it all. Who does he think he is?

His companion looked at Su Zening in shock. Just now, he thought that the boy would definitely not be able to do it, but now he is not so sure.

Su Zening took a deep breath. Many pictures of the past flashed through his blue eyes. When he pressed it between his fingers, the low tone of the piano sounded throughout the hall. Many people in the hall were looking over here.

Mr. Fang sneered, the first sound was not strong enough, and it really was a slap in the face.

Before he was finished, he noticed that a cold gaze fell on him, and he raised his head in shock. It was Nie Changmo.

The sick young man looked at him coldly, his eyes were clear, as if he had seen through everything.

Mr. Fang's heart was tight, and then he thought about what would happen if he was found out. Anyway, he was going to go abroad. After going abroad, the sky was high and the emperor was far away, not to mention that he didn't do anything.

A series of different and unfamiliar sounds were played between the boy's fingers. Mr. Fang shook his head. Sure enough, this is a typical example of inaccurate control of the piano's strength.

What about memorizing notation?

This level of bumpy pop?

Just a joke.

Sure enough, the piano sound that was amplified to the entire banquet hall did not sound good, which attracted the attention of many people.

The guests couldn't help frowning, who was fooling around.

The staff said anxiously: "Hey, who turned on the stereo for me?"

He looked at Su Zening a little helplessly. If he didn't take the diamond, he shouldn't take the porcelain.

Got it now, alas!

However, Su Zening didn't care at all, the boy who was looking at the keys with his eyebrows closed was serious and generous, as if he was putting everything aside.

The staff looked at Nie Changmo and whispered, "Little Master, I'm going to turn off the stereo."

Nie Changmo looked at Su Zening's side face with a serious nod. The sunlight shone from the floor-to-ceiling windows and just fell on the boy's face. The boy's skin was crystal clear, his curled and thick eyelashes were like butterfly wings, and his waist was straight and quiet. And beautiful.

Nie Changmo felt inexplicably relieved, and said with unreasonable confidence in the young man, "No."

For a moment, the staff did not dare to disobey Nie Changmo's order, and could only cry and watch as more and more people in the banquet hall noticed this.

Mr. Fang's companion breathed a sigh of relief, pulled the corner of Mr. La Fang's clothes, and motioned for Mr. Fang to go to Nie's side to serve softly. He knows that Mr. Fang has always been arrogant, but the Nie family is a snake after all. If you can't make the relationship stiff, don't make it stiff. What's more, the boy is obviously unable to play now. , the Nie family should not say anything.

Mr. Fang understood what he meant, walked over to Nie Changmo and said triumphantly, "Young Master Nie, professional things should be left to professional people." Fanatical Light: "This piano can only perform at its best when I have it in my hands. Young Master Nie, you don't want your hard work to be wasted."

Nie Changmo gave him a cold look.

Neither of them noticed that the boy's rusty fingering had just become proficient at an astonishing speed.

The boy sitting in front of the piano finally stopped.

Mr. Fang looked over and couldn't help but think, is this kid finally embarrassed to play again? If he was this kid, he would have been embarrassed to bounce off.

The boy's action was just a meal at Nie Changmo and smiled: "I'm ready."

Then the ten fingers flew, and a series of transparent and spiritual notes flowed from the fingers like a smart spirit, dancing in the ears of the listeners, and all the listeners couldn't help but light up.

It's completely different from the general rustiness of just a beginner.

Mr. Fang was stunned when he heard it.

how come.

The layman watches the fun, the layman watches the doorway.

This series of voices from the young man is not just nice.

After all, the piano is a percussion instrument, and each sound will disappear soon after being played, just like a pearl, each pearl is beautiful, but that's all. The player has to connect the notes through the subtle grasp of the strength of the piano and wear it into a gorgeous pearl necklace. Many people will appear very rigid if they do not handle it well, but the timbre of the piano between the fingers of a teenager is extremely spiritual.

Mr. Fang's face changed greatly.

His companion bowed his head with a wry smile and said, "How can there be no fame in the industry at this level." Even if he only plays simple pop music, the young man's handling of details and the use of skills can already explain a lot of things, and The string of chords between the young man's fingers is as natural as it is natural, and it is just like his heart.

It is because they understand, so they have no way to deceive themselves.

They just finished it well, but it's only done.

But the series of notes of the young man is like someone softly whispering something in your ear in the dead of night. Even the staff who didn't understand music could hear that the boy seemed to play much better than that ghost Mr. Fang.

Although he couldn't say anything, he felt that Mr. Fang's sound was just good, and his ears forgot after hearing it, while the boy's notes could penetrate into people's hearts and linger in his mind all the time.

After the hazy and low prelude, a voice like silk flowed out from the boy's fingers. Under a beam of golden sunlight, the young man turned his head slightly, cat-like almond eyes, and a slightly mixed-race face that made him look like a fairy in the moonlight. His eyes seemed a little indifferent due to his concentration, and the plainness added to him amazing. The charm of his, when his eyes swept across the crowd, the azure blue made one's heart tremble.

Nie Changmo also understands music, and he looked at Ning Ning in slight surprise.

Was Ning Ning so powerful?

But it wasn't just that surprised him.

The next moment, the boy's thin lips moved slightly, and the clear and transparent voice sounded with the agile piano sound: "I will turn into thousands of howling winds and fly over the snowy Nordson." (Note 1)

The young man's voice was light and free and lively.

Without any dazzling skills, it is simply sung, accompanied by a simple melody, but it makes people feel sour inexplicably.

Nie Changmo raised his eyes suddenly, and he looked at Su Zening in disbelief.

Su Zening understands everything.

He understands.

"I will turn into soft, delicate rain on the golden rice fields of the Westfall."

The tactful voice of the young man was like the gurgling water in the mountains, spreading throughout the entire hall. Many people in the banquet hall had already put down their wine glasses and searched for the source of the sound. The sound was not loud, but it had an inexplicable magic power. Flow into everyone's heart.

Mr. Fang and his companions understood that it is not so much that a boy's voice is inherently contagious, it is better that a boy knows how to use techniques to express these emotions. The same is true for the notes flowing in his fingers. Every twist and turn is just right. It seems that the boy is completely No need to think.

It is his instinct to convey these emotions.

What kind of monster is this.

"I will turn into a warm shining star, shining on Darnassus' lonely sleep."

"I exist in everything good."

People who hear this song are like walking into a peaceful and serene dreamland, and the beautiful memories that have faded in their memories come alive again, and the beauty that was forgotten in the years seems to be in front of them.

In the singing, the beauty that was once thought to be forgotten seems to have not been forgotten. The world turns, people gather and disperse, the lost becomes the most beautiful light, the rain in the sky, and the stars in the night sky, accompanied by another form. them.

Although a little disappointed, but there seems to be some consolation.

After all, life is full of regrets.

The lost may one day meet in another form.

In the singing, Su Zening always has a touch of ease and freedom, but it flows into people's hearts with imperceptible sadness. His voice seems to be inherently infectious and can convey emotions to everyone.

Su Zening sang this song, but remembered his past.

He forgot where he had seen the poem.

Momo didn't write the last two lines of this poem, but he remembered clearly——

"Don't stand at my grave and cry, I was not there and never left."

Momo is just like he used to be.

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The author has something to say:

Nie Changmo looked at Su Zening.

He knew that Su Zening knew this song.

It took him eighteen years to finally recognize a fact.

There are regrets in life, just as he can only be a passer-by in his brother's life.

After all, he is just a mortal who is not pitied by God. His fate is not fair, and he doesn't want to, but he has no choice.

If there is an afterlife, he is willing to turn into style, into rain, into light, and meet his brother again.

So when that day does come.

Please don't be sad, brother, treat all the good things in life as him, and after he leaves, you can still feel all the good things in life.

The eyes of the two teenagers looked at each other, their eyes were both free and easy and firm.

When the song ended, no one spoke, and everyone looked at the boy in front of the piano.

And the thin boy with his head slightly turned in front of the piano seems to be the light itself.

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Note 1: Poem "Please don't cry at my grave"

Don't stand at my grave and cry for me.

I wasn't there, I didn't sleep. ?

I am a thousand howling winds,

Fly over snowy Northrend. ?

I am the soft and delicate rain,

Sprinkle in the ## golden rice fields of the Westfall. ?

I am the quiet morning,

Pervades the green and lush Vale of Stranglethorn.

I am the mighty drum,

Walk through the infinite grasslands of Nagrand.

I am the warm shining star,

Illuminated the lonely sleep of Darnassus.

I am the singing bird,

I exist in all goodness.

Do not stand at my grave and cry for me,

I wasn't there, I never left.

A little angel said something, I went to check it, and there was something wrong with what I said before.

This version used was written by Blizzard in memory of a child.

There is a Japanese version written as a song called Change to a Thousand Winds.

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There are many professional terms, non-professional, and many words can be used for reference. After all, they are not professional. Please forgive me if you have any questions, and beg for a pat.

☆, the popular one-sided drop

After the song was sung, Su Zening looked at the people around him and said nervously, "How is it? I haven't sang or played the piano for a long time. If it's not good, I can do it again."

Mr. Fang: ...

What's the matter with this inexplicable feeling of being humiliated?

Nie Changmo went up to give him a big hug and said, "Ningning, are you kidding me? You're not good at all, so what's good? Didn't you see that many people recorded it with their mobile phones?"

Su Zening smiled embarrassedly, showing two little tiger teeth and said, "It's Momo, your songs are well written, and I really sing just average."

It must be Momo comforting him, how can his level be considered good?

Fortunately, Dad is not here. If Dad is there, he will definitely record it as a wrong case to educate his students.

Nie Changyuan came over from the side, looked at Nie Changmo with a moving expression, and said, "Momo."

Nie Changmo smiled and walked to his brother's side, stood on tiptoe, stretched out his hand and hooked his brother's shoulder and said, "Do you like it?"

Nie Changchang fixedly glanced at the thin young man, and stroked the young man's hair with his broad palm, many memories flashed in his eyes, and the iron man's eyes only softly said, "I like it."

Immediately, Nie Yuanyuan seemed to think of something, turned around and walked to the two people invited from outside, his voice cold and majestic: "Are you the ones who originally came?"

Mr. Fang said calmly, "Yes."

Nie Changyuan gave him a critical look up and down and said, "That's all."

"You!" Mr. Fang was very excited when he heard this, and his companions quickly grabbed him.

Su Zening also walked to Mr. Fang's side and said seriously, "You are really just like that."

Mr. Fang looked at the monster just now, remembering the feeling that he was almost crushed just now, and he felt humiliated but still said: "I'm not as good as others. But why do you laugh at me like this." He admitted that Su Zening was indeed better than him. There is nothing to deny.

"That's not what I'm talking about. There's nothing shameful about being inferior to others in terms of technique." Su Zening looked at the piano in front of him and said coldly, "It's shameful about your character. This piano belongs to Momo, and it is always upheld in everything. With a sincere heart and a sincere love for music, anyone is entitled to it, Momo did not disgrace this piano, but you are the ones who disgrace the piano. Your words are simply mean and vicious."

Su Zening didn't say that because Momo was there.

Mr. Fang's eyes widened, and he felt guilty for a while. He knew that Su Zening heard that sentence.

He didn't dare to refute, he dared to say this because no one heard it, but he didn't expect to be heard by this young man.

Nie Changmo didn't know why, but Nie Changyuan was a smart person. Seeing their reaction, he didn't understand. He glanced at Su Zening and said to Mr. Fang, "I also know Dean Wu of your college." He snorted coldly. A sound of unknown meaning.

Mr. Fang's eyes widened, and he went abroad to seek the way of President Wu.

Now, now—

Panicked, he stepped back a few steps, and Kuo accidentally tripped on the microphone stand next to him, and the microphone stand fell onto the expensive piano. , the microphone stand made a scratch on the piano.

Mr. Fang's legs softened.

He immediately jumped to the side and distanced himself from Mr. Fang and said with a pale face, "It has nothing to do with me." At the price of this piano, this scratch could definitely make them all bankrupt.

in the banquet hall.

Momo and his brother have gone to greet the guests.

Su Zening, who had completed a major event, stuck to the table in the banquet hall with relief. In order to treat himself, he took a piece of every cake without any guilt.

In Nie Changyuan's banquet, the variety of food is naturally not less.

Su Zening took two plates full of them.

It's not that Su Zening is greedy, but it's just that he couldn't eat many things in his previous life, and he had an obsession with eating. And this time, from a cat to a human, his stomach seems to have become a bottomless pit.

He can eat as much as he wants.

Moreover, when he was a cat before, Fu Xiao didn't let him eat more cakes, especially chocolate ones.

As a human being, there must be some benefits that cats don't have, right?

One cake a day is just right for him.

Too bad he couldn't do that.

Because he has no money.

That's right, at Fu Xiao's house, he lives a luxurious and lustful life every day. He eats fresh shrimp salvaged in Hokkaido in the morning, wears the legendary emerald necklace at the auction, and owns the well-known Internet celebrity blogger of Fu's Manor, Xiao Tang Cake, all over his body. One hundred yuan!

This is the one time he picked it up in the Xingchen Building. He hid it behind the mobile phone case that his sisters eliminated and gave him.

Now

Su Zening looked at the two big bowls of cakes with longing eyes and a dimple on the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind: "Yining."

Su Zening's back stiffened, he turned his head, and sure enough he saw Fu Xiao's ice cube face.

Su Zening, with a guilty conscience, hid the cake subconsciously.

It's really not his fault!

It's just that Fu Da's stinky socks caused him too much shadow when he was still a little sugar cake.

Su Zening gasped for himself.

What are you afraid of?

Fu Xiao can't control him now——

Fu Xiao raised his eyebrows and looked at Su Zening without speaking.

Su Zening handed over the cake in a hopeless manner. Just like the countless times before, under the strong desire to survive, the small sugar cake pushed his cake to Fu Xiao and broke his wrist to survive.

Fu Xiao:  …

Su Zening: Can he regret it?

Fu Xiao had just returned to the banquet hall and didn't know what happened before.

He just came in, but Nie Yuanyuan patted him on the shoulder inexplicably to thank him, and sent him a video, which he hadn't opened yet. Looking at the pile of cakes pushed by the assistant, Fu Xiao said, "What are you doing?"

The cakes have already been pushed out, and they can be taken back when they are picked up. Su Zening looked at the last piece of mousse cake in the banquet hall on the plate, and smiled reluctantly with his bleeding heart: "Mr. Fu, I see that you haven't eaten. , specially reserved for you."

Fu Xiao originally didn't want to think about it, but last night, the young man called his name in his sleep, and now he is eager to send things to him.

Apart from……

What else is possible?

Could it be that the two big bowls of cakes were all left by Yi Ning to eat? How is that possible, who can eat so much.

It's so bright, it's almost straight to say.

If he really said it, he would be out of luck.

Fu Xiao looked at the young man's flickering eyes and somehow couldn't refuse, took the cake with a blank expression, turned around and was about to leave.

He just turned around.

The young man seemed to be unable to hold back his heart, he hesitated to you in the back: "President Fu—"

Fu Xiao's footsteps froze, pretending not to hear, and quickened his pace to leave.

Behind him, Su Zening muttered in disappointment, "Ah, why don't you just want to get the mousse cake from you? Why do you go so fast? It's stingy."

Nie Changmo patted Su Zening's backsliding: "What are you thinking?"

Su Zening tilted his head and saw Momo smiled and said, "It's nothing, you're done."

Nie Changmo said bored: "My brother is afraid that I will be tired, so let me take a break." After speaking, he added: "By the way, you sang for me before, and I haven't paid you yet."

Su Zening's eyes suddenly lit up. Although he was happy in his heart, he said politely: "What kind of money are we talking about, you're welcome." He said so, but the takeaway shops around Xingchen Building were all in his mind. passed once.

But Nie Changmo snorted softly, and seemed to think that Su Zening was right: "Okay! It's me who is vulgar. What kind of money are we talking about." Nie Changmo also felt that he wanted to be wrong, his eyes were not bad, look It's not cheap to wear Yi Ning all over, thinking about Yi Ning is not bad.

"Don't-" Su Zening's heart was bleeding, but thinking of his own identity, he stifled back the unfinished words.

He couldn't tell Nie Changmo that he was poor, could he?

"Don't what?" Nie Changmo asked strangely.

Su Zening knocked out his teeth and swallowed blood, and said to Nie Changmo with a distorted smile, "Don't be so polite."

Nie Changmo smiled unconsciously and said, "Ning Ning, you are so kind."

After the banquet is over.

Fu Xiao took Su Zening home.

Su Zening, who was immersed in himself and a large sum of money passing by, didn't notice Fu Xiao's strange behavior at all.

Back at home, Fu Xiao thought about Yi Ning's every move, and made up his mind secretly. His personality has always been decisive, and it is not an option to drag it on. He has to find a time to clarify with Yi Ning.

Little Sugar Cake stretched tiredly in Fu Xiao's arms, unaware of this, his furry claws lay on Fu Xiao's clothes, rolled in a circle, revealing his white belly, and then narrowed his eyes.

The first short-distance business trip in my life is really tiring. It didn't take long for the little sugar cake to fall asleep, and in the dream, the RMB and the cake flew towards him with wings.

The two front paws of Little Sugar Cake unconsciously stepped on Fu Xiao's arms in his sleep.

Fu Xiao returned to the room holding the sleeping sugar cake.

After a long day of exhaustion, he almost fell asleep on the bed.

In the middle of the night, the little sugar cake was woken up by the heat, and the little sugar cake, who was familiar with Fu Xiao's body temperature, almost immediately discovered that there was something wrong with Fu Xiao's body temperature. He stretched out the pink meat pad and touched Fu Xiao's forehead. Sure enough, he still had a low-grade fever.

Fu Xiao, who has never been clean all the time, has been tired from traveling and driving for the past few days, and sure enough, he started to burn.

He pushed Fu Xiao's face with his claws, and Fu Xiao opened his eyes, but the dark eyes had no focus, obviously his consciousness was a little confused.

Little Sugar Cake immediately jumped off the bed, ran to the door of the housekeeper's grandfather and knocked on the door.

It was probably because the housekeeper's grandfather slept soundly, and let the little sugar cake paws pat for a long time, but there was still no movement.

Turning back, the snow-white cat looked at Fu Xiao's frown, and couldn't be relieved.

It's a fever after all!

Burning for a long time will not be good for Fu Xiao's health.

After thinking about it for a while, Xiao Tangcake took out the phone from Fu Xiao's bedside table, squatted in front of it seriously, took Fu Xiao's hand to unlock the phone, and called the housekeeper.

I knew that heard the sleepy voice of the housekeeper coming from the other end of the phone.

The little sugar cake was relieved, hung up the phone, and held the phone to Fu Xiao's hand, making it look like Fu Xiao was calling.

He was not afraid of Fu Xiao's suspicion.

The big deal is that his paw happened to step on the phone and went out.

He couldn't speak anyway.

If Fu Xiao asked him, he would answer Meow Meow Meow.

What else can Fu Xiao do to him? The little sugar cake thought of it without fear.

Sure enough, the butler's grandfather rushed over from the room in just a moment, and saw Xiao Tangcake squatting in front of Fu Xiao and meowing non-stop. The housekeeper immediately notified the family doctor after discovering that Fu Xiao had a fever.

The next morning, Fu Xiao still hadn't woken up.

Little Sugar Cake wanted to accompany Fu Xiao, but as a cat who only went to work, he couldn't easily ask for leave! Especially when the immediate boss was Secretary Zhang, Xiao Tang cake reluctantly bid farewell to Fu Xiao, gritted his teeth and hated to go to work.

Why is he so difficult!

It was almost noon when Fu Xiao woke up, rubbed his forehead, sat up, and saw a patch of cat hair scattered around the pillow.

It is almost conceivable that the little sugar cake squatted and rubbed against his pillow and refused to leave.

Fu Xiao looked up and saw the little sugar cake squinting on the carpet not far away, he smiled, with some conscience.

The housekeeper pushed the door with a piece of clothes in his arms and said, "Young master, you're true. You didn't tell us when you were so sick. Fortunately, I received a call from you at night."

Fu Xiaowei frowned and said, "Phone? Why can't I remember."

The housekeeper didn't care: "Maybe it's burned out."

Fu Xiao shook his head and picked up his mobile phone. There was indeed a call out in the middle of the night last night. Could it be a small sugar cake?

The little sugar cake is too smart, and it's not much different from people.

If the little sugar cake can be turned into a person——

Fu Xiao quickly stopped his crazy guesses.

He turned on his phone, looked at it casually, and turned to the video that Nie Changyuan sent him yesterday.

The video was still being cached, and he put the phone aside.

While the housekeeper folded the clothes in his arms, Fu Xiao asked strangely, "Master, how did you find your old clothes?" Yesterday, the driver handed him a piece of clothes left in the car. He recognized at a glance that it was the young master's clothes.

It's just that this dress was worn by the young master when he was in his teens, and he couldn't wear it for a long time. What did the young master find out?

Fu Xiao raised his head suspiciously and looked at the clothes in the butler's arms. He recognized that it was Yi Ning's drooling jacket and said, "You're mistaken, this is my assistant's clothes, probably forgot. in the car."

The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, then turned over the sleeves of his clothes and said, "Hey, it's impossible, I'm taking care of the young master's clothes, you see—" The housekeeper pulled out a small hole in the lining and continued. : "I bought this dress. At that time, there was only one piece of this style, and the lining here was torn, I remember very clearly." Master Xiao took care of his clothing, food, housing and transportation by himself. Master Xiao never cared about it. But he remembered it clearly, and it was absolutely impossible to make a mistake.

How could that be?

Fu Xiao's eyes fell on that piece of clothing. This piece of clothing is clearly Yi Ning's clothing?

Why are your clothes in Yi Ning's place? Where did Yi Ning get it?

Fu Xiao couldn't help frowning and asked, "Where is this dress?"

The housekeeper Zhang Er said in confusion: "It should be the old man's place. There is no one there recently, but Little Sugar Cake goes there to play every day."

At this time, the melodious singing came out from the mobile phone, and the mobile phone video had been loaded.

The housekeeper put away his clothes and said, "Isn't this the sound that appeared in our recording studio? Did the young master find that person?"

Fu Xiao paused in his heart and said, "Are you sure?"

The housekeeper smiled bitterly: "During that time, in order to find that mysterious person, my ears almost got calluses, and I will never forget it in my dreams."

But in the video, this person is clearly Yi Ning.

The housekeeper checked anyone up and down the Fu house, but what if the singer wasn't alone at all?

A thought flashed through his mind.

Fu Xiao suddenly stood up.

How is it possible, not

His hands trembled slightly, and he turned on the locator that recorded the small sugar cake.

And the small sugar cake that should have been positioned in his room, appeared in another place, that place, he would never admit his mistake.

That is

Star Building.

Fu Xiao's mind was a mess, and after taking a deep breath, he said to the housekeeper, "Where have the little sugar cakes gone recently?"

In the evening, the little candy cake, which was about to be peeled off by Secretary Zhang, returned to his secret den exhausted.

He didn't notice that in an imperceptible corner, the red light of the pinhole camera loomed.

☆、The crisis of small sugar cake

in a closed library.

Fu Xiao stared at the monitor screen of the computer without moving.

The fake sugar cake that was supposed to sleep in the villa turned into a light spot and disappeared.

Under the camera, his assistant appeared in the room out of thin air. The teenager in the room, who was always in high spirits, collapsed on his bed when he was young, with messy black hair scattered on the back of his neck. He buried his head in the pillow and took a deep breath, his shirt was pulled out of his suit pants due to his movements, revealing a delicate and slender waistline, which had an indescribably fragile beauty.

Fu Xiao couldn't help but see an indescribable light in the bottom of his eyes.

Then an invisible light flashed.

his bed.

A snow-white fluffy dumpling emerged from a pile of clothes. Looking at a bed of scattered clothes, the white cat squatted on the spot for a long time, sighed, and took all the clothes back to the locker room as slowly as it could love.

In the end, the thief walked to the window to look around, and disappeared from the camera with a guilty conscience.

Fu Xiao took a deep breath and stood up.

After all the conjectures were confirmed, his heart was unexpectedly calm.

I think of the bits and pieces after meeting the little sugar cake.

Everything is explained.

It was dark outside, and under the dim light through the heavy curtains, Fu Xiao's side face was indistinguishable.

He didn't tell anyone about it.

Because he figured it out clearly, no matter if the little candy cane is a monster, or some supernatural product, the less people know about this kind of thing, the better for the little candy cane.

He has a lot to do now.

The little sugar cake will always stay by his side in the future, and Mr. Fu will also give an explanation.

The identity of Little Sugar Cake is full of loopholes. Where is Yi Ning really? He has to help Little Sugar Cake to make up for this loophole.

And what exactly is a candy cane?

And he didn't dare to ask the little sugar cake.

It seems that Little Sugar Cake doesn't want him to know his secret. If he does, will Little Sugar Cake simply disappear from his life.

And the most unacceptable thing for him is that once the candy cane disappears, he doesn't even know how to get the candy cane back.

pat-

The small door that opened under the study was arched from the outside by the small sugar cake.

Xiao Tangcake looked suspiciously at the dark room because there were no lights on, and saw Fu Xiao who was sitting at the desk in deep thought, his eyes lit up, he spread his claws and jumped on Fu Xiao. He flexibly lay in Fu Xiao's arms and stretched out his claws. Lying on Fu Xiao's shoulder, he was about to rub Fu Xiao with his fluffy head.

Fu Xiao's stern face turned slightly to the side, glanced to the other side, and avoided it as if inadvertently.

The little sugar cake was stunned for a moment, and without thinking much, he stretched out his paws and forcibly pushed Fu Xiao's face back, rubbing contentedly.

Does Fu Xiao want to avoid himself? dream! There are no doors!

When Fu Xiao was full of his smell, he curled up contentedly in Fu Xiao's arms, and flicked his tail leisurely.

The next morning, Fu Xiao looked at the unsuspecting little sugar cake in his arms, a little helpless.

A cat in your arms is nothing.

What if it was a teenager?

This means something different.

Fu Xiao closed his eyes, and in his mind, the picture of the boy with messy hair lying on his bed showing his fair and slender waist lingered for a long time. Zhen Yi Ning was only nineteen years old, and Little Sugar Cake was even less than one year old.

Judging from the usual behavior of Little Sugar Cake, Little Sugar Cake is also a little fool who has not yet experienced the world.

Fu Xiao stretched out his hand and slightly pulled the dumpling off his body.

Little Sugar Cake let out a dissatisfied meow, and crawled back.

He has no doubt that Little Sugar Cake trusts him with all his heart, maybe even more than just trust——

Inexplicably thinking of the origin of the small candy cake necklace a long time ago, and the exclusive desire of the small candy cake for himself, Yi Ning's attention to himself, everything has the answer.

It's just that the little sugar cakes who are not deep in the world really know what this means?

Fu Xiao sighed.

in the office.

Secretary Zhang saw that President Fu was looking out, wondering what he was thinking.

Following his line of sight, Yi Ning was holding a pile of documents and looking in the direction of President Fu.

The corners of Secretary Zhang's mouth couldn't help twitching. If he hadn't known that the outside of the glass could not be seen inside, he really thought the two were looking at each other affectionately.

Secretary Zhang coughed lightly: "President Fu, Yi Ning's identity—"

Fu Xiao glanced over at the boy outside, and there were already a few people gathered beside the boy.

The young man was tall, thin and thin, with fair skin and good skin. He was the most attractive age. Everyone had a smiling face. don't know how many people have been sending documents from the top floor these days.

Fu Xiao's eyes couldn't help being a little deep, and some crazy thoughts in his heart were uncontrollably breeding.

"Mr. Fu?" Seeing that Fu Xiao didn't respond, Secretary Zhang asked a few more questions.

Fu Xiao regained his senses, and his eyes were calm again: "You don't need to check his identity anymore, he—"

"He is an old friend of mine." Fu Xiao's voice was extremely low, with an indescribable meaning.

Secretary Zhang was stunned.

Then realized the amazing amount of information in this sentence.

He pondered for a while, and didn't ask any further questions. His professional conduct left him with no expression on his face.

But his always keen heart has set off a stormy sea.

Mr. Fu has been single all these years. Countless men and women have posted them, and only one Feng Jiaming is a little different. But now that Feng Jiaming is out, Mr. Fu seems to be a little unusual about this Yi Ning?

Could it be that President Fu really wants to attack the people around him? Yi Ning is young, so it's not good for the two of them to spread the word. He can almost imagine the headlines of those gossip posts on the Internet - utter conscience! A president in the entertainment industry is actually a ten-year-old assistant!

The decathlon secretary Zhang has already begun to struggle. If President Fu really has something to do with Yi Ning, how can he help them in public relations.

Fu Xiao still looked there, frowning slightly.

Someone outside reached out and rubbed the boy's hair, Zhang Yang puffed out his cheeks angrily.

click-

The door to Fu Xiao's office opened and closed.

Secretary Zhang walked out with a blank expression and said to Su Zening, "Mr. Fu, let you go in." After he finished speaking, he looked at the people gathered together and said, "What is it like chatting together during working hours."

After hearing too much, everyone who was already dead skinned away with a smile.

Su Zening was left alone to look at Secretary Zhang nervously and said, "Secretary Zhang, is there any problem with the report I sent this morning?"

Two more words can already say a lot.

Secretary Zhang: ...

For a while, Secretary Zhang, who didn't know what to say, just waved his hand and motioned Su Zening to go in. Don't ask questions.

Su Zening, who was in an uneasy mood, walked in.

Inside, Fu Xiao was wearing only one shirt, with wide shoulders and narrow waist like a clothes rack. He sat at the desk and glanced at Su Zening.

With that one glance, the movements in Fu Xiao's hands stopped.

He recognized that the shirt the boy was wearing was indeed the one he had worn when he was young.

When he was young, he was still taller than the thin young man in front of him. The shirt was slightly larger, and the young man was getting thinner and thinner. The young man was not as meticulous in his clothes. Seeing his slender neck and the thin collarbone forming a vortex, his snow-white eyes dazzled.

The clothes that once tainted his smell were put on by the teenager in such a carefree manner, with innocent eyes.

Does he even know what that means.

Fu Xiao's eyes flashed deeply, and his breathing couldn't help but stagnate.

This man was born to treat him.

Seeing that Fu Xiao didn't speak for a long time, Su Zening defended himself fearfully: "Mr. Fu, is there still a problem with that report? If it doesn't work, I'll change it."

Su Zening, who already knows the rules of the office, has a strong desire to survive: "Although I have never made a report before, and I have worked overtime in private to change it many times, I have also asked my seniors, but it is my fault that I did not do it well."

It's just perfect.

Fu Xiao was so angry and funny.

This cautious appearance is completely different from the appearance of the indomitable Fu Family Yiba of Little Sugar Cake.

Thinking of the fact that the young man did come to the company and suffered a lot of scorn, Secretary Zhang also deliberately made him feel bad in order to try him.

Fu Xiao, who has always been hard-hearted, even felt a little distressed.

No wonder Little Sugar Cake was always sulking at him during that time.

Fu Xiao looked at the report in front of him, and it was clear and organized, much better than before. The young man has been making rapid progress, which made him a little gratified.

He looked at the young man and asked in a soft voice, "It's been so long since you came to Xingchen, do you want to change your position?" Other interns don't have this kind of treatment. In any position, they naturally have to stay honest. After that, Little Sugar Cake is naturally unusual. He feels that although Little Sugar Cake is serious, he has no interest in this job.

His soft voice instead made Su Zening vigilant. With a strong desire to survive, he said without even thinking: "Of course, it's according to President Fu's arrangement."

Fu Xiao: "..."

Fu Xiao took a deep breath and said nonsense without changing his face: "Each intern can adjust his position once."

Su Zening was relieved. After thinking about it, his eyes could not help but drift to Fu Xiao's rest room. The maintenance of the rest room is also the responsibility of the assistants.

His eyes lit up, wouldn't he have a chance to get his money back?

Su Zening glanced at Fu Xiao's face secretly, thinking that Fu Xiao didn't seem to be lying, and said boldly, "I'll help President Fu take care of personal affairs." The lounge is also in personal affairs, for fear of Fu Xiao's misunderstanding He also specifically added: "For example, cleaning the lounge or something."

Maybe it was a guilty conscience, his voice lacked confidence, it sounded a little soft, and inexplicably carried a bit of tenderness.

Among all the duties of an assistant, this one is the closest to him personally.

Fu Xiao's heart felt like a burst of spring water, he sighed and said, "If you want to, do it. The rest of the time you learn from Secretary Zhang and handle some things with him." You can learn the most from Secretary Zhang.

Su Zening was so excited that he almost jumped up, but when he thought that he was still in Fu Xiao's office, he quickly pursed his lips and said, "Thank you, Mr. Fu, can I go now?"

Fu Xiao looked at the boy who couldn't hide his smile and nodded.

Are you so happy with yourself?

He sighed inwardly.

The innocent and ignorant young man is very fond of him. But does he really know what he's doing?

You have to take responsibility yourself.

Having seen too many ignorant and tragic endings of love at a young age, there is no doubt that he should be more cautious.

Fu Xiao's eyes froze, did he want to temporarily distance them from each other?

And the old man, the small sugar cake will definitely not be returned. thought that would occasionally spend two days with the small sugar cake.

I don't know how to give the old man a cat now?

Indulging in a weekend of leisurely candy canes and found a strange thing.

Fu Xiao seems to be a little strange recently.

He couldn't tell where exactly.

Just like sleeping at night, he has always been lying in Fu Xiao's arms.

And last night, Fu Xiao actually took a pillow and let him sleep on that pillow alone.

And now.

The sound of water splashing in the bathroom came.

At the door of the bathroom, a dignified white cat squatted in front, cautiously stretched out its paws, and pushed the door open.

The door was locked from the inside?

Didn't Fu Xiao come in and out of his room casually?

Something must have happened that he didn't know.

The snow-white dumpling looked left and right, glanced around the room, and then his eyes fell on the tablet placed on the bedside table.

Knowing how to open the phone, Sherlock Holmes began to look up Fu Xiao's browsing records——

Um?

What kind of cat is docile?

Candy Cake: ! ! !

He knows it!

Follow the browsing records to find the conversation between Fu Xiao and Secretary Zhang.

The last sentence is impressively "Choose a docile kitten as soon as possible."

Like being struck by lightning!

Sugar Cake looked at the bathroom in disbelief! Sure enough, these days of indifference is not without reason.

Are you not cute enough? Or are you not likable enough?

Are you not docile?

Fu Xiao actually wanted to buy other cats?

He really is a big pig's hoof!

Look at a few pictures of cute kittens sent by Secretary Zhang.

Thinking that after Fu Xiao brought a few cats home, the group of kittens would take over their own cat toys, grab their own food with innocent eyes, and share their cat litter.

He's about to explode!

A click.

Fu Xiao came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe.

There was still water vapor in the bathroom.

The collar of the bathrobe was slightly low and water droplets flowed down Fu Xiao's chin along his broad chest. Fu Xiao's shoulders were wide and firm, with deep muscle lines. Standing there, his limbs were slender, and he was probably the top model under Xingchen. Nothing compares to it.

The little sugar cake didn't move, his blue eyes looked at Fu Xiao expressionlessly, the long-haired cat ignored Fu Xiao, jumped on his bed, and silently gave Fu Xiao "specially" prepared for him I took the pillow off, dragged it to the carpet not far away, and made it up.

Fu Xiao was stunned by the action of wiping his hair, watching the action of the little sugar cake.

Who made him angry again?

He walked to the side of Candy Cane and stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Candy Cane's back, but his fingers just touched Candy Cane's back, and what appeared in his mind was a lively and flamboyant boy lying on his bed Yingyingchuochuo's exposed waistline.

Fu Xiao sighed imperceptibly, retracted his hand, went back to the bed, lay down, and turned off the light by the bedside.

in darkness.

The little sugar cake is going to faint!

Fu Xiao didn't even come to coax him?

All kinds of grievances came to his mind for a while. Fu Xiao wanted to keep other cats. He didn't disagree. He was not a stingy person, but Fu Xiao didn't even say a word to him. He slept aside?

He didn't believe it if it wasn't because of the kitten?

The cat hasn't come yet, should it give way? Wait for it to come, then?

In this case, he is as Fu Xiao wished!

The little sugar cake opened his eyes aggrieved, and opened the bedroom door from the inside in a fit of anger. The white cat picked up the small pillow and walked to the living room without looking back.

He always has no problem sleeping in the living room, right?

Let him go to Fu Xiao's room in the future, and he won't go!

In the pitch-black living room, the marble floor was icy cold, and the sound of the wind whistling outside came from the huge French windows.

Little Sugar Cake squatted in the living room, amidst the loneliness and desolation, and couldn't help but feel the sadness coming from it.

It's okay to say he's stingy, but when he thinks of Fu Xiao taking care of other kittens, he doesn't know why he feels so sad.

There was no way he could live peacefully with those kittens. Instead of being able to drive the kitten away and being misunderstood by Fu Xiao, he might as well take one step first, since Yi Ning's identity can still protect him by his side.

He still has some prestige in the cat group, and he should be able to make a living as a stray cat.

Think so.

Little Sugar Cake pushed open the floor-to-ceiling windows, ready to return to the cats.

Just after walking a few steps, he gnashed his teeth and turned back to his cat litter.

If you go wandering by yourself, you can't cheapen your toys for that little spicy chicken, these are all bought for him by his fans! Only he can play.

With his claws, he put all the toys into the cat's nest, and Little Sugar Cake took a cat's nest toy out of the yard.

Then he thought that he was still in Fu Xiao's room with some toys.

Returning to Fu Xiao's room, Fu Xiao was still unconscious in his sleep.

The little sugar cake got angry when he saw it, jumped to Fu Xiao's pillow, and patted Fu Xiao's face with a meat pad to relieve his anger.

Fu Xiao frowned, and subconsciously reached out and touched it, until he touched the hot dumplings, and then he took it to his arms and fell asleep peacefully.

The little sugar cake in his arms looked at Fu Xiao's profile. Thinking about how Fu Xiao hugged him and comforted him these days.

My heart softened.

He and Fu Xiao are also friends, not to mention that he has protected Fu Xiao all the way, and he has a sense of responsibility towards Fu Xiao.

There was a firm look in the little sugar cake's eyes.

He is not a child, he must focus on the overall situation. If Fu Xiao doesn't like him the most, he doesn't like him the most. Anyway, he still has a grandfather, a housekeeper, and countless fans on the Internet who call themselves Ma Ma.

He wants to be cool. Run away from home or something.

So he ran back outside panting again, and laboriously took the toys from the cathouse back to the living room.

Lying in the cat litter that was dragged back after hard work, Little Sugar Cake decided to sleep here tonight.

He still has this bit of backbone, so let that big pig's hoof Fu Xiao sleep alone.

Closing your eyes, the wind outside the living room whistled past, and there were bursts of strange noises, which were very infiltrating.

The plots of various horror movies that Fu Mingming watched along with Fu Mingming popped up in Xiaotangcake's mind at an inopportune time. This was the high-risk moment for horror movies in the early morning.

The white cat suddenly stood up, grabbed the seat cushion with stiff limbs, and walked hesitantly towards Fu Xiao's room. There was a sudden gust of wind behind him, and the shadows of the trees on the side wall shook, as if some monster was about to run out.

The small sugar cake stood upside down, spread his claws and ran back to Fu Xiao's room.

Lying on the warm bed, feeling Fu Xiao's body temperature, Xiao Tangcake stretched out his paws expressionlessly and patted the cushion to the ground. The innocent cushion slid on the ground a few times before it stopped.

The little sugar cake lay contentedly in Fu Xiao's arms, smelled Fu Xiao's unique fragrance of the clear forest after the snow, and yawned tiredly.

Fuck the kitten! Fuck the bigger picture.

If those goblins dare to come, he will throw one of them.

His title of "Fu's Elvis" is not for nothing.

He doesn't mind letting those goblins feel what is real on earth!

The next day, Fu Xiao, who knew nothing, looked at the cat lying in his arms and showed a helpless and satisfied smile.

For some reason, the housekeeper's roar came from outside the half-opened bedroom door.

"Who didn't close the window last night?"

☆、Your tie is crooked

When Fu Xiao opened his eyes, sure enough, he saw the little sugar cake back in his arms.

It must be said that there was a secret joy in his heart.

Did the sugar cake really stick to him?

He got up together, and opened his eyes dazedly at the little candy cane lying on his chest.

Fu Xiao habitually stretched out his slender hand.

Originally at this time, the little sugar cake would rub his head against his hand.

But today, after the white long-haired cat woke up, it shook its furry head, jumped arrogantly to the bedside table, looked at Fu Xiao condescendingly, gave an inexplicable meow, and then flung it arrogantly. Fluffing his fluffy tail, he jumped off the bedside table, turning his face and not recognizing anyone.

Still angry.

Fu Xiao probably understood why, but——

The young man in his mind was still appearing and disappearing. The slender and handsome man sighed indistinctly and walked into the bathroom.

When he came out after washing up, the white long-haired cat squatted on the table without even looking at him.

Fu Xiao turned around, a scorching gaze staring at his back.

It's just hard to ignore.

As soon as he turned his head, that line of sight disappeared, and there was only a white cat licking its paws as if nothing had happened, and the cat's face was literally covered with "I'm not staring at you".

Fu Xiao:  …

One person and one cat go downstairs.

The little sugar cake, who used to squat on Fu Xiao's shoulders, ran downstairs by himself. The snow-white cat raised its tail, ran down the stairs nimbly, jumped to the closet next to the butler's grandfather, raised its head, looked at the butler innocently with blue eyes, meowing.

As for the half-open window, what does it have to do with him?

Blame Fu Xiao!

"Yo little sugar cake got up." The housekeeper said with a smile.In fact, he usually doesn't care about such trivial matters. Today, because of such trivial matters, he is in a bad mood.

The bad reason is that Father Fu's villa was lively this morning.

The villa welcomed a new owner today, and Fu Xiao had a younger brother who was just full moon.

Father Fu and Bai Yangxin have been fighting for more than half a year, although Bai Yangxin