Chapter 13 I Can't Sing
Lu Yinzhao raised her chubby little hands and touched her cheeks that had just been pinched. The way she cupped her face with both hands at the same time looked incredibly cute.
Bian Ji controlled the pressure when pinching his face, so it didn't hurt much.
Lu Yinzhao knew that his face was very soft, and sometimes he himself felt that it was very nice to touch.
He was just surprised that such a cool-looking little boy would want to pinch his cheek; it felt a bit out of character.
From the moment Lu Yinzhao arrived at the Bian family, Bian Ji was always cold and indifferent, seemingly not fond of getting close to others.
He saw the maturity and composure that only adults possess in the face of an 8-year-old child.
However, Lu Yinzhao could understand these things. Thinking about Bian Ji's future achievements, he believed that Bian Ji should not be judged by the standards of an ordinary child.
Even if Bian Ji is a bit aloof, Lu Yinzhao wouldn't be surprised. After all, he's a future musical genius and naturally possesses a kingly aura.
However, in the process of interacting with the other party, Lu Yinzhao found that his impression of Bian Ji needed to be constantly updated.
For example, Bian Ji's mischievous side when he deliberately teased the child just now showed a hint of the boy next door.
He couldn't fathom the mind of the big boss.
"Would you like to go play in another room?" Bian Ji changed the subject.
Before Lu Yinzhao arrived, Wen Su had told him that she would show her little brother around her house later, and Bian Ji kept Wen Su's words in mind.
"I want to." Lu Yinzhao nodded, her voice soft and obedient.
He certainly wanted to visit Bian Ji's house, after all, he was quite curious about what the room of the future "all-around singer" would be like.
After receiving a response from Lu Yinzhao, Bian Ji stopped talking and got up to walk out of the cat room.
Lu Yinzhao followed along like a little follower.
The little orange cat followed Lu Yinzhao wagging its tail.
"You stay here," Bian Ji commanded, glancing at Xiu Xiu.
"Meow~" Shoo-shoo sat down, tilting its head in confusion, "Meow meow~"
The door slammed shut in response.
Xiuxiu: "..."
Swoosh! Swoosh! Scratched at the door, scratching at it like a whirlwind, "Meow meow meow! Meow meow!"
Lu Yinzhao could vaguely hear the little orange cat meowing through the door, and it sounded like... it was cursing quite filthy.
Sorry, Xiuxiu, I'll play with you again later.
Lu Yinzhao thought to himself in a very low voice.
"Why did you come out?" Wen Su asked.
The two children came out of the cat room and were seen by the three people in the living room.
Before Bian Ji could even speak, Lu Yinzhao said with a smile, "Brother Ji, take me to another room to play."
"Is that so?" Wen Su was charmed by Lu Yinzhao's smile. "Then Zhaozhao, stay close to your brother, okay? Go on your way."
"Okay!" With that, the little guy quickly walked forward and followed.
Wen Su gave Yin Song a thumbs up, "Your Zhao Zhao is so well-behaved, and he speaks clearly. He's only two years old, right? How did you teach him?"
"Zhao Zhao does have good communication skills. I'm not being modest, but I really haven't taught him much. Maybe it's because we have a lot of kids in our family, and he listens to other people talking, so he's picked it up after listening to them a lot."
No mother dislikes hearing others praise her child, and Yin Song was embarrassed by Wen Su's praise.
“Aunt Wen, it seems that Zhao Zhao’s speaking ability has improved rapidly in the last few days, which has surprised us all,” Lu Xun said from the side.
“I think we should take Zhao Zhao out to play more often. Our A Ji doesn’t like to interact with other children. Maybe if we let the two of them be together often, they can encourage each other to talk.”
“Before you came back, I didn’t know who to visit. I just saw that Zhaozhao got along well with your child, so I agree with your suggestion.”
"If I had known, I should have bought the house next to yours. Although our houses aren't that far apart now, it's still not as convenient as being neighbors." Wen Su looked regretful.
Yin Song's eyes flashed, and he turned to ask Lu Xun, "Was the house we bought for the third son also in this villa area?"
Lu Xun vaguely remembered, "It seems that it really is... Xiao Yuan's house is in Villa No. 8."
Wen Su smiled: "Our number is 18. It seems you and I have the same idea when choosing numbers. It's auspicious."
“Didn’t the third brother say he’s going to record a show in a few days? I’ll tell him when I get back and ask him to record it at this house. I’ll also bring Zhaozhao over to stay with us. It’ll be closer now, and it’ll be easier for Zhaozhao to play with Aji,” Yin Song said.
“Then I’ll come and stay with you too.” Of course, Lu Xun also wanted to be with Zhao Zhao.
The one thing the Lu family has in abundance is houses.
In his early years, his father was obsessed with buying real estate, and the Lu family owned houses all over the country.
In Xingbei City, each child owns several properties, and they can't even live in them all every year.
Therefore, these people who work in the entertainment industry sometimes don't need to stay in hotels; they all have their own houses nearby and can just go and stay there.
Lu Yinzhao was completely unaware of the idea that Yin Song and Wen Su had hit it off so well.
At this moment, he was sitting on the swivel chair by the side, spinning around.
Bian Ji, meanwhile, took an antique-looking folk guitar and sat by the bed, strumming the strings.
Any combination of chords sounds great.
Lu Yinzhao doesn't understand music, but he likes listening to Bian Ji's songs. In the past, most of the songs on his phone were Bian Ji's original music.
Bian Ji is not only a composer, but also a great singer.
In fact, the human voice is a musical instrument; it all depends on how the user uses it.
Bian Ji, who is proficient in playing many musical instruments, naturally also has a great voice.
A music critic once described Bian Ji's voice as being like the cool moonlight; when the light shines down, there seems to be a lingering warmth, but upon reflection, it evokes a sense of boundless loneliness.
But Lu Yinzhao felt that Bian Ji's voice was quite warm and had his own unique characteristics.
He felt that the warmth Bian Ji wanted to convey could only be felt by those who understood him; those who didn't would probably only feel coldness.
"Brother Aji, can you sing me a song?"
After spinning around in the swivel chair a few times, Lu Yinzhao suddenly stopped in front of Bian Ji, looking at him with his big eyes full of expectation.
Bian Ji's voice hasn't changed yet, and he's very curious about what it would feel like to hear Bian Ji sing in a child's voice.
Isn't it... kind of cute?
Bian Ji's next answer completely stunned Lu Yinzhao.
“I can’t sing,” Bian Ji said frankly, “but I can play several musical instruments.”
Bian Ji put down his guitar and took a violin from the violin case next to him.
He looked up at Lu Yinzhao, "Want to listen?"
Lu Yinzhao nodded habitually, her eyes sparkling again. "Listen."
When Bian Ji said he couldn't sing, Lu Yinzhao quickly realized that the other person probably just hadn't started singing yet. Lu Yinzhao didn't know exactly when Bian Ji would learn to sing.
The room was indeed filled with all kinds of musical instruments; it was hard to imagine that Bian Ji could play so many instruments at such a young age.
Bian Ji may not be proficient in these instruments yet, but Lu Yinzhao can clearly see his love for them.
Bian Ji placed the zither beside his neck, gently holding it between his collarbone and chin. He held the bow in his right hand, and the music burst forth the moment the bow touched the strings.
Lu Yinzhao could almost see musical notes floating in the air, then filling the entire room, light and beautiful.
Bian Ji's violin playing movements were particularly elegant, with her head swaying slightly in sync with the strumming of the strings.
His movements were so practiced, as if he had done them many times before, like an instinct from his body, so effortless and natural.
Even if Lu Yinzhao didn't understand music, he knew that playing the violin was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.
If played well, it's like listening to celestial music and your ears will be instantly clear; if played poorly, it's like hearing hell sawing wood, making your head buzz.
In short, any music played by Bian Ji is an auditory feast.
Lu Yinzhao was extremely enthusiastic, clapping her little hands until they were almost red.
"Brother, it sounds nice."
The little one's eyes were practically overflowing with adoration.
Although Bian Ji has a somewhat cold personality, he is still a child at heart, and he will be happy when someone praises him for his music.
Especially since... he encountered such a "sycophant".
What Lu Yinzhao didn't know was that Bian Ji was not playing a pre-composed piece, but rather an impromptu performance.
This impromptu performance was inspired by Bian Ji after seeing Lu Yinzhao.
Bian Ji possesses extraordinary creative abilities. He improvises music every day, constantly experimenting to find the most beautiful melodies.
But he has never been able to create as smoothly as he has today.
When he was abroad, he met a music master who liked to improvise on the street.
Bian Ji was fortunate enough to have a conversation with that master.
The other person said: "Life gives rise to music, and music, in turn, gives life its soul."
Music cannot be created in isolation; it requires more emotion, more insight, and more experience.
Improvisation is not something done arbitrarily, but rather an expression of one's current emotions.
Bian Ji didn't quite understand it back then, but now he seems to understand it a little better.
When he encounters beautiful things or people, he will have the desire to confide in them, and the way he confides is through music. He will communicate with them through music, and his melodies will flow smoothly and naturally.
The song ended.
Bian Ji put down his violin, walked to the table and sat down. In front of Lu Yinzhao, he quickly took out a pencil and wrote down the melody he had just heard.
Lu Yinzhao was a musical idiot. In his eyes, Bian Ji was drawing tadpoles of various shapes at lightning speed.
Is this the kind of awareness a big shot should have?
So he was the one who created that piece just now?
Lu Yinzhao once again felt a deep respect for Bian Ji. Impressive!
Bian Ji usually doesn't write melodies down directly with his hands, but for some reason, he didn't want to simply treat that last part as an improvisation.
He hopes that one day it will become a finished piece of music and remain in the world forever.
That instant feeling made him feel very comfortable, as if all the pores on his body were open. Why was that?
Bian Ji put down his pen and gave Lu Yinzhao a deep look.
Is it because of you?
Lu Yinzhao didn't hear what Bian Ji said clearly. Her mouth was slightly open, and she looked a little silly.
Bian Ji: "..."
He's probably overthinking it.
Lu Yinzhao was just a two-year-old baby, the kind who drooled easily.
I must have just happened to have an inspiration.
"Are you hungry? I have a cake at home."
Bian Ji, having created a melody that satisfied him, was now a little more enthusiastic towards Lu Yinzhao.
It looks just like a little master.
Lu Yinzhao felt a little hungry after hearing what the other person said, so he nodded.
At his age, he's in the peak of his oral stage, eager to explore the world with his mouth.
If it weren't for the fact that he possesses the soul of an adult, he probably would want to put everything he sees into his mouth and take a bite to taste it.
However, due to the influence of the cub's body, he still easily feels the urge to eat something.
Lu Yinzhao felt that she had already restrained herself very much!
The more she wanted to eat, the less she could resist, and her little mouth started smacking incessantly.
Bian Ji could tell that the little guy really wanted to eat, so he got up and ran out the door.
Lu Yinzhao followed closely behind, going wherever the big shot went, his little legs swinging like whirlwinds.
The result of this impatience was that just when they were about to catch up, they tripped and fell flat on their face.
pia!
The sound was a bit loud, and Bian Ji turned his head and saw it.
He was slightly taken aback, thinking he was about to be greeted by a child's loud crying.
Unexpectedly, the little one propped himself up and stood up again, dusted off his hands, and quickly caught up.
"Did you hurt yourself?" Bian Ji sensed that the child was trying hard to bear the pain.
Are you going to cry when you get to your mom later?
Are you just pretending to be calm now?
Lu Yinzhao shook her head, "Brother, it doesn't hurt~"
He was just a little kid and didn't weigh much, plus he was wearing a lot of clothes. He was chubby and round, like a little ball of flesh. He wouldn't feel anything if he was dropped.
But seeing Bian Ji frowning, as if he didn't quite believe it, Lu Yinzhao didn't know how to explain.
Immediately afterward, before he could even react, Bian Ji took his little hand.
"Walk slowly," Bian Ji said gently, a rare occurrence for him. "The cake is all yours."
Lu Yinzhao: "..."
Lu Yinzhao felt that the big shot's subtext was "no one is going to compete with you."
Why do I suddenly feel a little embarrassed?
He seems like a naive, gluttonous little cat who's never seen the world.
When they passed through the living room, Wen Su asked Bian Ji what they were planning to do. Bian Ji explained that they wanted a cake.
Upon hearing that Zhao Zhao was hungry, Wen Su immediately smiled and stood up, saying, "You can sit here, I'll go get it for you."
Wen Su made the cake herself, and Zhao Zhao wanted to eat it, which made her very happy.
A short while later, the beautiful honey cake was served.
At this moment, Yin Song also took Zhao Zhao to wash her hands.
"Here, Zhao Zhao, this is for you." Wen Su deliberately handed over a large, uncut piece of honey cake, wanting Zhao Zhao to hold and eat it.
What's the purpose of making this cake as big as a brick? He can barely hold it.
After Lu Yinzhao took it, he found that the cake was even softer than a sponge cake.
The sweet aroma from baking a mixture of honey, eggs, and flour is incredibly rich and intense.
"Thank you, Aunt Wen~" Lu Yinzhao thanked her politely, but couldn't resist taking a bite.
So delicious!
"Is it delicious?" Wen Su asked expectantly.
Lu Yinzhao nodded repeatedly, her little mouth completely full, and she didn't have time to answer.
Their eyes widened as they ate.
Wen Su and Yin Song were both amused by the little one's expression.
"This child makes exaggerated expressions when he eats something he likes, like a little drama queen," Yin Song said with a smile.
"Eat as much as you like, Aunt Wen will give you plenty!" Wen Su loves watching children eat, as it makes them look especially appetizing.
"You can't eat too much, Zhao Zhao. You have to stop when you're full, okay?" Lu Xun said from the side.
"Um!"
Bian Ji had never seen anyone eat so much that they could grow a pair of angel wings.
At this moment, in his eyes, Lu Yinzhao seemed to have grown pure white angel wings, and the whole little guy was so happy he could take off.
Is it really that delicious?
Bian Ji cut a small piece with a knife and slowly put it into his mouth.
Perhaps influenced by Lu Yinzhao, he seemed to think that today's cake... tasted pretty good.
Bian Ji has little appetite; his expression remains indifferent whether he eats something delicious or something unpalatable.
He defined food as an energy source used to satisfy hunger.
As long as the food is edible and people don't starve, that's all that matters—that's always been Bian Ji's thinking.
Seeing Lu Yinzhao's complete enjoyment of food, Bian Ji began to feel a little curious about these things.
Wen Su was a little surprised. Today, her son ate half a cake, whereas he usually only eats a small bite.
She attributed all the credit to Zhaozhao, and sure enough, she wanted her son to play with Zhaozhao.
Such an innocent and adorable baby like Zhao Zhao, even his aloof son probably couldn't refuse her.
Wen Su received a series of surprises and unexpected events today, and she couldn't be happier.
It seems that she made the right decision to return to China.
After finishing a piece of cake, Lu Yinzhao's mouth was covered in cake crumbs, which he casually wiped away.
He reached out his hand and said, "Mom, I want some water."
Yin Song handed him his personal water bottle, "Zhao Zhao, drink in small sips, slowly, understand?"
She never expected her son to eat such a big "brick." What would Wen Su think? It would be as if she hadn't fed Zhao Zhao enough at home.
As the biological mother, Yin Song blushed a little.
When did this little thing become such a big eater?
The happy boy, having eaten and drunk his fill, had no bad intentions. He leaned back on the sofa, squinting happily, feeling that he had reached the pinnacle of life.
Suddenly, I realized how wonderful it is to be a carefree child.
After eating, the two children went to the cat room to play with the cats for a while.
As it approached lunchtime, Wen Su had originally intended to have them stay for dinner.
However, Bian Ji came out of the cat room and said something.
"Mom, Lu Yinzhao is asleep in the cat bed."
Wen Su: "..."
Yin Song: "..."
Lu Xun: "..."
The three adults quietly went inside and were amused by the sight of the little kitten, whose size was just right to fit into the cat bed.
So everyone took out their phones...
Bian Ji: "?"
Is it polite to secretly film someone sleeping?
The little baby was having a wonderful dream, smacking his lips and sticking out his little tongue slightly as he licked his lips.
"So cute!" Wen Su's maternal love was almost overflowing.
I took many photos of the little baby.
When they left, they were still reluctant to part with Zhao Zhao.
Lu Yinzhao was sleeping so well that even when Lu Xun was holding him, he showed no signs of waking up.
“Ah Ji, say goodbye to Zhao Zhao and the others.”
Bian Ji waved mechanically, "Lu Yinzhao, see you next time."
Lu Yinzhao: "zzz..."
A note from the author:
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Two-in-one [newbie]
Zhao Zhao today: (:з っ)っ (Sleeping soundly.jpg.)
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