Al's head came out of the bed again, he lay on Yuan Xiao's pillow, stared at him, but did not speak.

Yuan Xiao glanced at the time, at half past seven, then looked at him again, "I can't speak"

Al opened his mouth, and after a while, he said "Ah" twice, looking at Yuan Xiao innocently with pure eyes.

Yuan Xiao smiled and yawned again, and said in a tired voice, "I'll sleep a little longer, you can either go back to your room, or be quiet and don't disturb me to sleep, you know?" After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and Squinted.

Al stayed for a while, then took the initiative to lean over and snuggle with him.

Yuan Xiao has nothing to do with not sleeping in the same bed with others. He was very lonely in the grasslands when he was young, and he secretly carried the little lambs in the pasture to bed to sleep. Besides, Bai Wenlin was a child who loved cleanliness very much, but he seldom got close to him. The child was so gentle that it made people feel distant, and Yuan Xiao didn't dare to touch his head casually.

I don't know why changed personality, but changed completely.

The alarm clock rang at 8:30, Yuan Xiao opened his eyes, and felt a head buried in his shoulders, the other party hugged his arm, and leaned on his shoulders. As soon as Yuan Xiao moved, he woke up.

Yuan Xiao was a little nervous because he didn't know who would wake up.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Bai Wenlin suddenly opened his eyes. He sat up directly and looked at Yuan Xiao in surprise, "What am I doing?"

"You seem to be sleepwalking." Yuan Xiao's eyes flickered. He seldom lied, and when he lied, he felt uncomfortable, but during this period of time, in order to hide Bai Wenlin that he had another personality, he told a lot of lies.

Bai Wenlin frowned, and he apologized in response, and said sorry to Yuan Xiao, "It's all my fault, I never knew I could sleepwalk."

"It's not your fault." Yuan Xiao got up and put on a coat, "I just found out, go and wash up."

Bai Wenlin is very diligent, he has only lived in Yuan Xiao's house for a month, but Yuan Xiao has already understood some of his living habits. He would get up at 7 o'clock at the latest, cook by himself in the kitchen, then read in the study, and feel the movement of Yuan Xiao getting up, prepare breakfast for him, even wash his clothes, make afternoon tea, and take care of three meals a day. Remind him to take his medicine for work.

And Hong Kong-style refreshments are very authentic.

The housekeeper watched him do this, and understood very well.

After all, those who have just been taken in and depend on others, naturally have to behave better. As everyone knows, Yuan Xiao is too precious to this child, and he is reluctant to let him do anything. Moreover, the Luo family's parents also treated Bai Wenlin surprisingly well. Bai Wenlin followed what Yuan Xiao wore and what to eat, and asked a highly educated tutor to teach him his homework.

A few days later, Bai Wenlin's deputy Geral ran out again.

Early in the morning, before Yuan Xiao got up, Al climbed into his bed with bare feet and woke Yuan Xiao up.

This is the second time Yuan Xiao has encountered such a situation. He is calm, patted his palm on the top of his head, and his voice is full of vague sleepiness, "Cub, don't disturb me."

He rolled over and went back to sleep.

Al lay on the bed and looked at him very closely, his clear eyes only blinking once for a long time.

Yuan Xiao thought that it was Bai Wenlin who woke up this time. According to the previous two rules, the little wolf cub usually ran out while Bai Wenlin was asleep. Judging from the situation, he didn't even know that he was a sub-personality, and he couldn't stay for too long, and he didn't even speak.

After he woke up, he looked at Bai Wenlin, who seemed to wake up earlier than him. He was about to use the excuse of "Are you sleepwalking again?" to prevaricate the past, so he buried it in the middle of his neck and arched it.

Yuanxiao ""

He sat up and met Al's unbelievably bright eyes, feeling a little headache "trouble"

Yuan Xiao got out of bed, took Al to the bathroom, and taught him to wash.

Al looked at his movements and learned.

Yuan Xiao guessed that this may be due to the dual personality. It seems that there are two people, but they are actually one. He doesn't seem to understand, but it doesn't mean he really doesn't understand, his body has memory.

Just why don't you speak

He pondered that Al was like a newborn, very simple, but also dangerous.

What happened when first saw him is still fresh in memory.

He turned on the TV and tuned in a children's channel for him to watch. There were cats and mice on TV, Yuan Xiao felt naive and changed the channel.

"Press this to change the channel." He patiently taught Al to use the remote control, "This, controls the volume."

Al watched his movements, then started playing with the remote.

Yuan Xiao explained, "Cub, sit on the sofa and don't move."

He went into the kitchen, prepared hot cocoa and brought it out, and the chef started making today's doughnuts. And Al is sitting on the sofa, holding his chin and staring intently

cat and mouse.

Yuan Xiao was speechless for a while, and was amused in his heart. The sub-personality of Bai Wenlin, who is like an adult and has a stable personality, is actually like this

He put the cup in Al's palm, and gestured to drink "hot cocoa." Al looked at him, brought the cup to his mouth, took a sip, and then shook his head, as if he didn't like it very much, and quickly put the cup back into Yuan Xiao's hand.

Yuan Xiao was a little surprised, "I don't like drinking." He didn't force it. It's normal for the two personalities to have different preferences. Besides, Al likes to watch this kind of cartoon, and thinks that his mental age will not exceed three years old, and four years old at most.

Children of this age should really like to eat donuts.

Yuan Xiao ignored him, bent down and said, "Cub, you just sit here and watch cartoons, while my brother goes upstairs to practice the piano."

Usually when Bai Wenlin is here, Yuan Xiao is a little embarrassed to practice the piano. The fourteen-year-old Bai Wenlin has already finished his skills, and Yuan Xiao has no face to practice the piano in front of him.

With Allai, he felt much better.

Yuan Xiao opened the lid of the piano, and after practicing for a while, he heard the sound. Looking up, Al, who was supposed to be watching cartoons downstairs, was standing next to him, and was staring at himself playing the piano, as if music was more attractive to him than cartoons.

"Want to learn?" Yuan Xiao stopped, moved to the side, and allocated half a seat, "Come."

Al sat down beside him, looked down at Qin, then looked up at Yuan Xiao, stretched out his hand and touched the keys.

He used the pulp of his finger to touch the keys, and the average teacher would definitely scold "Don't break your fingers"

But there is no such rule here in Yuanxiao. Al's parallel touch keys are said to be similar to Horowoff, coherent and smooth, and ordinary people can't learn it. Forcing correction will interfere with his development.

"Yes, that's it." Yuan Xiao finally got interested, and taught him the most basic music theory "do, re". He played one note, sang one note, and counted the time signatures in his mouth. But Al didn't seem to be very interested in teaching. He looked like a doctoral student. He suddenly heard the one plus one math problem, and looked at him lazily with his chin up.

Yuan Xiao picked up his hand, "Try it."

Al nodded, his fingertips haphazardly on the keys, his ears discerning each different note, and then a radiant smile, collected from a cloudless blue sky under his thick and long eyelashes. Blue eyes curled up.

Yuan Xiao had never seen Bai Wenlin smile like this. Wen Lin was sensible and smiled lightly. He was too gentle and polite, so gentle that there was a sense of distance. But Al is different. Yuan Xiao was completely infected by him, and he was very excited, "Want to hear it?"

Al gave a loud "um".

Yuan Xiao put his hand in shape, and without reading the score, Schubert's serenade flowed out clearly and smoothly from under his slender fingers.

He likes this serenade recorded in Schubert's Swan Song, as if there is unspeakable love to talk about, and as if the warm sun in winter gently sprinkles on people's shoulders.