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Mrs. Yan was just joking. Such a young child wouldn't have any ulterior motives, and Yan Zhi wouldn't have any either. She just hopes the child can be more enthusiastic and cheerful.
"Miss, Madam." Only heaven knows how panicked Wu Yue was when she couldn't find Yan Zhi in the room just now. She felt a little calmer when she saw people in person.
Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she suddenly realized the significance of the scene before her. Doesn't Miss usually not eat at the dinner table? She barely eats a few bites when fed, either remaining silent or starting to cry.
She still remembers the young master's angry words telling her not to come to the restaurant to eat together. Now, encountering Mrs. Yan, who is usually not one to joke around, she can feel cold sweat breaking out on her back. She notices Steward Chen next to her signaling with his eyes, and upon closer inspection, it seems like the situation isn't so bad after all. "She has already had lunch, let Xiao Zhi rest well," Mrs. Yan speaks, and Wu Yue quickly responds.
She held the child in front of Mrs. Yan, and Yan Zhi said nothing, only staring at people with bright eyes, making them involuntarily feel happy.
"Miss" is so pitiful, finally someone from the the Yan Family has seen her, finally someone cares about "Miss"!
After the nap, Yan Zhi again used some existing items in the room to understand herself and the situation in this family. It is only clear that the original owner is now in a noble kindergarten, starting from scratch. Should she be a bad child?
Hmm, this question Yan Zhi requires careful consideration.
At night.
I slept too much in the afternoon, so it's almost 10 o'clock at night, but Yan Zhi still doesn't feel sleepy.
Her footsteps were light, so she wasn't noticed when she went out. Dinner was eaten by her and Mrs. Yan, it seems that Brother Ba still had work to do. While taking a walk before dinner, Yan Zhi took the opportunity to observe the layout of each floor of the villa. Mrs. Yan lives on the first floor, and each sister's room is on the second floor. Her room is in the corner of the second floor. Wu Yue said that she used to live in the big bedroom on the second floor, but it seems that because her crying was too loud when she was a child, Yan Luo couldn't stand it and threw her into the corner room to live. Yan Zhi is starting to get curious about how bad-tempered this second brother of hers really is.
On the third floor, in addition to the study, game room, and a home theater, what attracted Yan Zhi the most was the room with a large floor-to-ceiling window at the innermost layer, inside of which was a grand piano. She pushed the door open, walked in, and ran her fingers over the keys, feeling a deep sense of peace emanating from the depths of her heart. It was just the sheet music placed on the piano...
She originally intended to pick it up and place it on top, but just glanced at it casually and suddenly stopped.
"Ding—" a faint reminder sounded, and the elevator stopped on the third floor, and the elevator door opened.
"Phew." She sighed deeply, with both hands pressing the straps on her shoulders, carrying the cello slowly, with a somewhat heavy pace, exuding a sense of exhaustion.
She hadn't walked a few steps when she suddenly stopped, straightened her body, and listened intently to the surrounding sounds, her brows furrowing slightly. "It couldn't be Yan Luo, but this kid—" She slowly moved her steps, pondering, and as the melody became clearer, she gradually became certain. "No, it's not possible that it's him." Standing outside the door, Yan Qing leaned her cello against the wall and gently pressed the door handle.
The people inside the door were unaware, still playing the gorgeous melody. Fingertips danced on the piano keys, like delicate butterflies fluttering, and the music slowly flowed. At the end of the song, the Yan gaze still looked straight ahead, but without focus.
Until the person sitting on the piano stool seemed to sense something, turned around to look at her, did she come to her senses, and found tears welling up in her eyes.
She tilted her head slightly upward, trying to conceal her somewhat disheveled appearance.
"Yan Zhi, who taught you to play the piano?"
Looking into Yan Zhi's eyes, Yan Zhi felt uneasy.
There were too many things to deal with from the company before she came. She hadn't played the piano for a long time. Seeing the piano upstairs, she felt the urge to play that piece of music on a whim.
This is bad, she didn't expect Yan Zhi to come back at this time. What should she do?
In front of her, the child was wearing a simple and elegant everyday princess dress, sitting obediently on the piano stool. Upon hearing her question, the child seemed a bit puzzled, pouting slightly and tilting her head, looking at her in a well-behaved manner that was almost unbelievable.
Suddenly, Yan Qingxin had a bold idea in her mind. Could her usually introverted and silent little sister be a hidden genius girl? The more she thought about it, the more certain she became of her idea. The reason she could confirm that the person playing in the piano room just now was not Yan Luo was the seemingly natural and unadorned music and the incredibly exquisite technique that seemed to be innate.
At first listen, it flows slowly like gurgling water, and when emotions are high, it surges like a tide rushing towards the vast and distant sky and earth. It's not that she underestimated Yan Luo's level, it's a completely different style from Yan Luo, and it's a completely different realm. Perhaps this is the difference between effort and talent?
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