Touch her
Zhuang Yu'an walked in and found the room quiet.
Looking at the coffee table in front of the sofa, I saw that both drinks had been consumed, and the rest of the food had been slightly touched. It seemed that the guests had arrived and had probably been pulled into the room by my sister.
His sister had said in the morning that some friends were coming over, and after lunch, the two of them prepared a lot of food together. He had seen almost all of her friends before; they either spoke in a jargon he couldn't understand, had their hair dyed or permed in garish colors, and laughed incessantly. When they arrived, he performed the basic etiquette of a good brother and then retreated to the third floor, waiting until the guests left before coming down.
Come to think of it, it seems that most young girls nowadays are like this.
First of all, I always like to tinker with various parts of my body. Hair, ears, eyelashes, nails, as well as various piercings and tattoos on my face and body... Isn't it good to be clean and fresh?
Secondly, they don't like to talk properly. Their speech is either filled with internet jokes and jargon, or their wording and tone are extremely exaggerated, as if speaking normally will result in a sentence.
Of course, he hadn't come into contact with many young women. Besides his sister and her friends, there were also the chattering girls at work. He admitted that he might have generalized based on a limited sample size, but no matter what the environment was like, there would always be young women with clean, elegant, and classical beauty...
Zhuang Yu'an washed Peter Pan's feet, then went straight up to the third floor and locked himself in the study.
Open your laptop and start looking at lengthy data reports.
It's strange. Usually at this time, some laughter and chatter from downstairs would inevitably float up, but now it's so quiet.
About half an hour later, I could vaguely hear voices coming from downstairs, but I couldn't make them out clearly. Good thing, at least the person who came today wasn't a poltergeist.
After a while, the sound of a piano suddenly drifted into my ears. Then, the melodious piano music blended into the lingering sound of singing, which was blocked by the door and could not be heard clearly.
With a thought, he stood up, walked to the door, and opened it a crack.
Suddenly, clear guitar singing sound came from downstairs:
"Let's go, girl, and see the red sunrise..."
It was a folk song he had loved in his school days. The sound was as clear and transparent as a spring brook, and as enduring and gentle as the sunset glow of early summer. He lost himself in it, feeling a slight, tipsy happiness wash over him, a sense of comfort from his toes to his hair.
"La la la la la..." The female voice responded to the flowing strumming of the strings. He walked quietly down the stairs, step by step, trying not to make any noise.
At the corner of the stairs, he saw the figure again. Light blue waves, accompanied by the sound of singing, slowly rolled in, gently submerging him. He felt short of breath, as if he was running out of oxygen. He felt a little dizzy, his consciousness slowing down, and his heartbeat fluctuated.
After the strange reaction gradually faded, he felt a sense of regret: in less than 24 hours, he had unexpectedly run into the same girl three times, the last time in his own home...
It's simply mysterious and wonderful.
When I came to my senses, the song was over.
After a brief silence, Zhuang Jinghao single-handedly staged a thunderous applause effect: "It's so beautiful! I'm almost drunk with it!" His hands were numb from clapping!
Zuo Xiao placed his right hand, which had been plucking the strings, on his knees and said with a smile, "Then you should study hard and try to master this song as soon as possible."
Zhuang Jinghao turned a deaf ear and said, "Teacher, can you sing another song?" She begged with an intoxicated look on her face.
"No." Zuo Xiao insisted, "I'm here to teach you, not to perform for you."
"Ah..." Zhuang Jing was unwilling to give up. "One more song... I want to hear it... Okay?"
"No." Zuo Xiao suppressed his laughter. "Hurry up, if you don't learn, I'll leave!"
"Okay, okay... I'll learn it first. You have to sing one more song before you leave, okay?"
"It depends on your performance."
"Then I will definitely perform well!"
Zhuang Jinghao reached out to take the guitar, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Brother!"
Zuo Xiao turned his head to follow her gaze and was slightly startled when he saw the man on the stairs.
What a coincidence! The cool and aloof poop-scooper I just ran into in the community turned out to be the brother that the little apprentice always talked about.
These two siblings are really nothing alike...
With a polite smile on his lips, Zuo Xiao watched as this gentleman walked down the stairs at a leisurely pace. His back was straight, his posture was dignified, and his expression was serious. If you didn't know better, you would have thought he was an inspection team from Heaven!
The famous emoticon popped up in my mind: "Damn, I hate people who pretend to be cool the most!"
On second thought, it's not surprising: he runs a company, lives in such a big villa, has money in his pocket and has powerful subordinates, so it's inevitable that his eyes are looking up to the sky.
Speaking of which, the only time she met her ex-boyfriend's father, a first-generation rich man, he looked like this when he first appeared, and his face seemed to say "different classes, can't be forced to integrate."
Zhuang Jinghao had no idea what she was thinking. She rushed forward, pulled her brother in front of Zuo Xiao, and said as if presenting a treasure: "This is my brother - Zhuang Yu'an!"
Zuo Xiao put down his guitar and stood up. Before he could say anything, Zhuang Jinghao rushed to introduce him, "Brother, this is my music teacher—Mr. Zuo!"
"Hello." Zuo Xiao smiled her usual smile. In her eyes, the other person wasn't a human being, but the God of Wealth's brother, the Great God of Wealth.
So he took the initiative to show goodwill and extended his right hand.
However, the expected handshake did not come. When I looked up, I saw that the other person's brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes became more serious and deep, and his hands hung by his legs, motionless.
The smile on his lips gradually froze, and Zuo Xiao's hand stretched forward froze in the air, his fingers moving awkwardly.
She never expected that the other party would be so rude, even if he was just aloof! Zhuang Jinghao praised her brother to the sky, was she blind?
Zuo Xiao greeted the other person a hundred times in just a few seconds. With his strong expression control ability, he suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and chanted a spell in his mind:
Don't be angry, don't be angry, life is like a play...
Just then, the hand was held.
The man's hands were big, hard, and hot. He didn't control the strength well, so it hurt her a little.
She instinctively pulled her hand back, but couldn't... What the hell? Did he do this on purpose?!
He pulled again, and it finally moved. Zuo Xiao pulled his hand back, subconsciously hiding it behind his back. His hand still hurt, a little warm.
She knew that her expression was not very good, but she really didn't want to endure it anymore...
What the hell?! Just because she petted his dog? Does he think he's Keanu Reeves?! Or maybe he has that legendary misogyny, and resents beautiful women? It's not impossible!
She raised her eyes and cast a resentful look at him. Unexpectedly, he turned around at that moment, leaving her glaring at the back of his head.
"Hey, brother, what's wrong with you?" Zhuang Jinghao hadn't expected his usually gentle and polite brother to treat a customer so coldly. He hurried over to ask for an explanation. But he saw his ears were red, his forehead was sweating, and his mouth was tightly pursed.
Except for the time when her brother accidentally suffered from heatstroke many years ago, she had never seen him like this and was shocked.
"Brother, are you suffering from heatstroke?" As they spoke, they came to the kitchen door. Zhuang Yu'an shook his head, his voice a little hoarse: "I'm not suffering from heatstroke, I'm just thirsty."
Zhuang Jing followed him into the kitchen with concern. She saw him open the refrigerator door and take out a can of soda water, his expression still solemn.
"Brother, are you angry?" Zhuang Jinghao said cautiously, "I brought a new friend home without saying hello, and even went up to the third floor to visit... You noticed, didn't you?"
The hand that was removing the pull ring was suspended in mid-air. The brother turned his head, looking surprised:
"You brought her into my room?"
Zhuang Jinghao took a deep breath—as expected, he was in trouble again...
"I didn't go into your room!" she explained anxiously, "I just looked around the gym and the study, less than a minute..." She bit her lower lip and lowered her face: I hope her brother will not pursue the matter further because of her confession and sincere admission of her mistakes.
After waiting for a long time without receiving a response, she secretly raised her eyes and saw that her brother's brows were slightly frowned, and she didn't know what he was thinking.
"Don't do this next time." After saying that, Zhuang Yu'an turned and left.
Zhuang Jinghao followed him and waited until his figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs. He breathed a sigh of relief and then hurriedly comforted the next person.
"I'm sorry, teacher. My brother isn't usually like this. He's not targeting you. He's just blaming me for not saying hello and bringing people into his territory. It's all my fault..."
Zuo Xiao smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter. Let's not talk about him anymore and start studying, okay?"
Yes, she doesn't have time to waste her energy on messy people and things!
"Come, let's first understand the basic structure of the guitar and the principle of sound production. Look..."
Zhuang Jing listened attentively to the teacher's explanation, but her mind was wandering. She was still worried about her brother's rude behavior: what a fool! What if he upsets the little author she had finally coaxed and makes him stop playing with her?
At this time, the brother she had complained about was already in the study on the third floor. He drank half a can of ice soda in one gulp and returned to his desk.
Strange, the screen was filled with familiar text and data, but it seemed like a bunch of gibberish, and none of it entered my mind...
Not only is my mind confused, but my body is also not feeling well.
He has always been resistant to heat and loves the natural air. He never turns on the air conditioner in his room until July. Now it is only the beginning of May, and with the natural breeze blowing in from the open windows, the room should be a comfortable temperature for him.
But today, for some reason, I feel hot all over.
Especially the right hand.
He spread out his palm. The palm, fingers, and back of his hand, where she had touched, showed no signs of abnormality to the naked eye, yet it seemed as if it were branded with invisible marks. Ten minutes later, it was still burning hot.
I stood up and walked to the window, peering through the open window. The scenery was exactly the same as yesterday, but it seemed the sun was a little brighter, the leaves a little greener, the fragrance of the flowers in the air a little richer... It was as if the world had shed its dusty filter before my eyes, becoming cleaner, brighter, and lighter.
I felt a surge of peaceful joy for no apparent reason. It was as if a switch in my brain had suddenly flipped, sending a spontaneous signal of pleasure to my body. Strangely, even though my limbs were numb with pleasure, my heart ached, a mixture of pain and pleasure...
The burning sensation in his right hand caught his attention again. He lowered his head, raised his hand, and stared blankly.
Is this... the feeling of being moved?
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
