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Yan Luo stared intently at Yan Zhi, trying to find any flaws.
Recalling Yan Qing's words just now, he actually believed them to some extent.
Yan Luo debuted through a talent show and has released several team and solo singles to date, even being hailed as a talented songwriter for a few original songs that gained popularity.
But no one knows that his true debut work has been in the making for close to two years, yet remains unfinished. It's a melody that has been entwined in his dreams, and the recordings upon waking are always fragmented due to the imperfect nature of memory. Even when he roughly writes down the fragments from his mind, Yan Luo is still acutely aware that it is not a complete piece. So, at this moment, facing Yan Zhi.
On the one hand, after pondering for two years, his work was still not as spontaneous and carefree as a child's casual additions. This made him feel frustrated, and he didn't want to admit this embarrassing feeling.
On the other hand, perhaps because Yan Zhi entered the the Yan house by means that were not honorable, Yan Luo had a strange logic in her mind. If he were to bow to her, it would seem like a betrayal to his deceased mother.
Moreover, how good could a child's psychological endurance be?
"Hmph, he would never lower himself to ask for advice in a humble manner."
"Oh." Yan Zhi may appear to be a four-year-old child on the surface, but inside, he is an adult. How could he possibly be influenced by his provocation? However, Yan Qing reacted at this moment.
Just now, Little Zhi witnessed the musical level of Baby, even if there are some scribbles on Yan Luo's music score, it is the genius's instantaneous inspiration, which is not at the same level as those weird symbols written by Yan Luo. So, the truth is that Yan Luo has something to say, and even has a request for Little Zhi, but is not comfortable expressing it directly. The arrogant one has to bow down, just thinking about it makes her feel relieved.
05 Who is gaining the upper hand?
Huh? The reaction is quite different from what Yan Luo expected.
Why doesn't this kid know when to quit while he's ahead?
Yan Zhi smiled in her heart.
Yan Luo may have thought she was a child who lacked love in her childhood, so as long as her loved ones gave her a little smile, or even just a little attention, she would rush to please them.
It's understandable to take advantage of others' weaknesses and vulnerabilities for one's own benefit in business competition.
But he was only facing his own child.
Just now, Yan Luo, who had left a pretty cute impression as a big brother, fell a lot in Yan Zhi's heart.
"Brat, make me believe in you, unless, unless you let me witness your strength with my own eyes."
"Do you believe it or not?"
It was clearly a bit arrogant, but it was spoken from the mouth of a child like Yan Zhi, and the clear and crisp voice of a child could not be disliked.
In addition, Yan Zhi looked directly at Yan Luo and said it, with a confident look in his eyes.
The outside of the window is dark, and the gentle evening breeze of summer finds its way in through the open window above. It breaks in.
Yan Zhi's hair is very soft, not a deep black. She stands in just the right position to face the evening breeze, which gently blows the stray hairs at her temples. The warm light in the music room envelops her in a gentle halo.
For a moment, Yan Luo is somewhat dazed. This Yan Zhi really looks like a little angel, pure and white. Perhaps she has come to save him.
He was about to give in, but Yan Qing interrupted and missed the opportunity.
"Xiao Zhi, why don't you play for him? The piece you just played, just one page of it would be enough to impress him."
Yan Qing actually wanted to hear it again in a roundabout way, "I can accompany you. My cello skills are barely passable."
Barely passing? Yan Luo widened her eyes in surprise.
When Yan Qing was young, she relied on her natural talent and didn't practice diligently, but still far surpassed the other children around her, so she was immersed in flattery all day long.
It wasn't until she was thirteen that she participated in an international competition and, for the first time, won a silver medal. Her father, Yan Zhao, told her not to be proud, and she ran away from home for three days and three nights.
Of course, since then she has become particularly diligent, but since then the whole family knows that Yanqing's glass heart will shatter at a touch, and no one dares to comment on her in front of her except her teacher. But just now, what did he hear? Yanqing actually admitted with her own mouth that her level is just passable. Crazy, Yanqing really has no bottom line.
But he is not unwilling to listen. Yan Luo At a time when his thoughts were in chaos, the two of them were still whispering and discussing. "Xiao Zhi, you should let him listen to what real good music is, make him jealous, but don't bother to help him."
"Jealous of a little kid, he's so petty." Yan Zhi pouted, speaking in a childish voice.
"Hey hey hey, I didn't say anything, Yan Luo, don't use your dirty mind to guess at me!" Yan Luo was so angry he wanted to stomp his feet.
"I've already given you a break, what more do you want?"
"You!" It was clear that Yan Luo couldn't reason with Yan Zhi at all, so he directly faced Yan Zhi. "Xiao Zhi, I'm not the person she described at all!" "Xiao Zhi? Are you even allowed to call her that?" Yan Qing put her hands on her hips, glaring and threatening.
Yan Zhi also felt a little confused. Didn't he just call her "little imp" a moment ago?
Facing Yan Zhi's puzzled gaze, Yan Luo felt a bit embarrassed.
He didn't know how to explain his behavior. He felt like laughing inside, as an adult longing for a child to heal himself.
Yan Zhi seems to have a natural warm aura around him. Although he only just realized it now, he doesn't think it's too late. He wants to get closer. Not just for the genius music, or rather, not for those at all.
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