Chapter 12 Lu Yinzhao, come here

How did he turn into a child? Are you kidding me?

How many celebrities in this world are unknown to him from the original book?

What a vicious fanfiction! The characters' timelines are completely illogical.

Lu Yinzhao suddenly realized that the original author had just left it there and forced it together, arranging all his favorite celebrities into the book and then randomly placing them in different family structures and arbitrarily adjusting their ages.

In the real world, Bian Ji is a 28-year-old young man approaching 30.

Bian Ji, from the world in the book, is only 8 years old, something Lu Yinzhao hadn't anticipated.

The reason I remember Bian Ji at this time is because in the original world, this musical prodigy was reported by the media so many times that various marketing accounts had already dug up Bian Ji's background from childhood to adulthood.

Lu Yinzhao also saw Bian Ji's childhood photos during the era of "entertainment information bombardment" and knew what the big singer looked like when he was a child.

It has to be said that Bian Ji is a very perfect person. Not only does he have great musical talent, but his looks are also comparable to those celebrities who rely on their appearance. He has never been ugly since he was a child. A director once wanted to cast Bian Ji in a movie, but he refused. Musicians have their own attitude and are very clear about what they want to do.

The reason why Bian Ji is called an "all-around singer" is because he does everything himself, from writing lyrics and composing music to arranging, soundtracking, recording, editing, and singing.

Bian Ji's original album truly deserves to be called "purely original".

Those songs later became hits, won many awards, and were widely sung.

The various instrument sounds that appear in the well-known arrangements were all played by Bian Ji himself.

Fans have counted that Bian Ji can play about eighteen different musical instruments.

Of course, some people also commented on Bian Ji, saying that there may not be any musical instrument that Bian Ji cannot play. He can't play it simply because he hasn't learned it. As long as Bian Ji wants to learn, his "records" will be expanded to include more musical instruments he can play.

This assessment is quite exaggerated. When Lu Yinzhao first saw it, he thought, "How can there be such a 'perverted' person in the world?"

Many veteran artists say that Bian Ji's sensitivity to music is exceptionally gifted. This is not to say that his efforts should be completely ignored, but rather that his talent is much higher than that of ordinary people who become musicians.

If we compare Bian Ji to a game character, while others are level one in the starting village, he is already at the maximum level, or very close to the maximum level, in the starting village.

Lu Yinzhao was particularly curious: from Bian Ji's perspective, was it possible that all the musical notes were like little sprites that he could easily control, placing them on the staff with ease?

Lu Yinzhao didn't understand the world of geniuses.

But this doesn't stop Lu Yinzhao from admiring strength, and Bian Ji is simply the perfect "strong-admiring" type.

Wen Su held Lu Yinzhao in her arms and noticed that the little one's eyes were fixed on the cat room.

So she said gently and affectionately, "Zhaozhao, would you like to see the kitten? It's a stray kitten that Auntie picked up."

Yin Song asked curiously, "Did you pick up a stray cat? Is it male or female?"

Wen Su nodded: "It's a little male cat. We picked it up about two weeks ago. We had just moved back that day. I found it when I went to throw out the trash. It suddenly appeared out of the bushes and startled me, so I named it 'Xiuxiu'. We took it to get vaccinated that day and had a full check-up. Apart from being a little malnourished, it's fine."

Lu Yinzhao: "..." This name is actually an onomatopoeia.

However, he did want to get to know the "childhood version" of Bian Ji, so when Wen Su asked him, Lu Yinzhao nodded without hesitation.

Wen Su smiled and said, "Come on, Auntie will take you there."

She then picked him up and took him to the cat room, opening the door directly.

Inside, there is a tree-shaped cat tree specially set up for cats, and a resting space for cats is also placed on the tree. The cats can see outside through the glass.

There are scratching posts, food bowls, an automatic litter box, and a mattress for the cat to sleep on the floor.

This size... Lu Yinzhao felt he could fit into it.

“Ah Ji, Zhao Zhao wants to play with Xiu Xiu for a while, can you help look after her?”

This little orange cat is actually quite docile. Whenever it's hungry, it will snuggle up to her and Ah Ji and meow, its sweet little voice is especially adorable.

Even Ah Ji, a "cool kid" who wasn't interested in keeping pets, showed more patience towards Xiu Xiu, which made Wen Su quite gratified.

"Okay, I understand," Bian Ji replied.

Wen Su then put the baby down from her arms.

At this moment, the cat actually circled around Lu Yinzhao's leg a few times, and the tip of its tail even subconsciously hooked onto his leg.

Lu Yinzhao felt a tickle in his heart and gently raised his hand to stroke Xiuxiu's cat head.

The little orange cat stretched and kept rubbing its head against Lu Yinzhao's hand.

"I really didn't expect that Xiuxiu would be so close to Zhaozhao the first time they met. It seems that she really likes Zhaozhao." Wen Su was quite surprised.

Seeing this, Lu Xun felt relieved. He hadn't known if Zhao Zhao would be afraid of small animals that suddenly approached, so he was always prepared to protect her if she showed any signs of hesitation.

It seems that Zhao Zhao and the little orange cat are getting along very well.

"Ah Ji, your mother, your Aunt Yin, and your brother Lu Xun are going out to talk for a while. You and Zhao Zhao can play here."

"Hmm." Bian Ji responded with a single, aloof word.

After the adults left the cat room, only the two children remained.

Lu Yinzhao squatted down and gently stroked Xiuxiu's fur, and Xiuxiu squinted its eyes in comfort.

This little orange kitten looks to be only three or four months old. It must have suffered a lot while it was a stray, as it is rather thin and small.

But thanks to Wen Su and the others' careful feeding, Xiu Xiu is in excellent spirits, can jump three feet high when playing, and is very lively.

Do you like it?

Lu Yinzhao was just wondering how to communicate with Bian Ji when the other party asked the first question.

With a topic in mind, Lu Yinzhao naturally knew how to continue the conversation.

Of course he likes such an adorable kitten.

So he nodded.

But Bian Ji's answer left him speechless.

"Then I'll give it to you. You can take it home and raise it."

"!!!"

What's going on here? Doesn't Bian Ji like this little orange cat?

“It always jumps into the piano case whenever I play the piano.”

Not only that, but it also loves to jump onto the piano keys and walk around.

Bian Ji doesn't dislike cats, but he's not interested in anything other than music, especially when Xiu Xiu is being mischievous. He sometimes feels that raising it is a hassle.

Ke Wensu really liked the kitten she had picked up, so Bian Ji didn't want to say anything more.

Seeing Wen Su praising and hugging the little boy who had just come to visit, Bian Ji felt that if she gave the cat to Lu Yinzhao, her mother probably wouldn't be too reluctant to part with it.

Lu Yinzhao understood.

The boss only has music in his heart.

“Brother Aji,” Lu Yinzhao organized his thoughts, “when you’re playing the piano, keep the cat in the room.”

He pointed to the room, meaning that the cat should stay in the cat room.

That way, it won't interfere with the master's piano playing.

Lu Yinzhao felt that Bian Ji definitely didn't really want to send the cat away, so he offered him some advice.

Hearing a two-year-old child say those words, Bian Ji felt a slight ripple in her heart, but quickly calmed down.

“I can play the piano all day long,” Bian Ji said.

Lu Yinzhao understood Bian Ji's meaning once again.

When the big shot gets absorbed in the world of music, he becomes so engrossed that he has no time to care about the cat, but he doesn't want to completely ignore it.

Pets also need their owners' constant companionship and love.

Lu Yinzhao could understand this.

Can't we strike a balance between these two?

You're only 8 years old, your future is limitless. Aren't you tired of rolling around like this now?

Lu Yinzhao believes that even big shots need to balance work and rest.

“My brother plays the piano in the morning and spends time with the cat in the afternoon,” Lu Yinzhao said.

Children should play freely and enjoy their childhood. Don't let them live like old men or beasts of burden at such a young age.

Bian Ji wasn't stupid. After exchanging a few words with the other person, he knew that the other person wouldn't accept his gift.

He didn't press the matter and didn't continue the conversation.

Lu Yinzhao felt a chill run down his spine when he saw Bian Ji suddenly fall silent.

Does the big boss think I'm interfering with his musical dreams?

Lu Yinzhao knew that some musicians in the entertainment industry had strong personalities, some even being eccentric or strange. He didn't know what kind of person Bian Ji was in private.

But he was still quite interested in learning more about it.

So she thought of another way and looked into Bian Ji's eyes and said, "Brother Ji, I'll come to play with you often from now on, and we can play with the cats together."

"Why?" Bian Ji didn't quite understand. "Wouldn't it be better to just give it to you directly?"

Why are you running around?

Lu Yinzhao knew Bian Ji would ask that question; of course, it was so he could get close to the big shot.

How wonderful it would be to witness the rise of a musical prodigy from childhood!

The joy of nurturing a character is something only aspiring adults can understand!

Befriend the big star now so you can watch him ascend to heaven up close someday.

"Because my brother is handsome." Lu Yinzhao grinned, revealing his adorable little white teeth. "I like playing with Brother Aji."

Bian Ji's pupils contracted slightly, and he paused for several seconds.

Then he suddenly spoke: "Lu Yinzhao, come here."

Lu Yinzhao: "..."

Lu Yinzhao swallowed hard. He was a little uncomfortable being called by his full name so suddenly.

After all, everyone likes to call him "Zhaozhao, Zhaozhao".

Bian Ji was the first person to call him that.

It's a bit serious, and a bit formal.

Lu Yinzhao vaguely sensed a sense of respect from Bian Ji's tone. Bian Ji didn't seem to treat him like a child, but called him by his name with an equal attitude. This made Lu Yinzhao even more interested in Bian Ji.

The bigwigs in the music industry certainly have personality.

So Lu Yinzhao obediently walked up to the boy.

I was just about to ask, "Brother, what's wrong?"

The next second, Bian Ji pinched her cheek.

The boy raised his hands, one on each side, and pinched Lu Yinzhao's cheeks like he was squeezing cotton candy, even unconsciously tugging at them a couple of times.

Because of his baby fat, Lu Yinzhao's face was very round and cute. Everyone who saw him wanted to do that to him, but they were afraid of hurting his delicate skin, so his family didn't dare to do it.

I never expected Bian Ji to start like this!?

Lu Yinzhao's mouth was pinched so tightly by Bian Ji that he couldn't close it, and saliva dripped out and onto his chin, continuing to flow down.

"So this is what it feels like."

Lu Yinzhao: "..." Huh?

"It feels completely different from Xiuxiu."

Lu Yinzhao: "??" Huh?

"I agree." Bian Ji released her hand, rubbing her fingers together wistfully. "Come to my house every afternoon from now on."

How did "!!" become "everyday"? Did I say "everyday"?

Bian Ji watched as the little guy's cheeks flushed slightly, and the fingerprints slowly faded and disappeared, like a bouncy rubber ball.

A rare smile curved his lips.

A note from the author:

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Zhao Zhao's inner monologue: The boss is so mature, so amazing, he didn't treat me like a little kid. [Laughs]

The big shot's inner monologue: This kid feels pretty good to touch [pats head]

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Young Master Bian now: I have no interest in anything other than music.

Young Master Bian's future motto: I'm not interested in anything other than my wife and music.