After waiting for a while, everyone found that some people were not fooled.
A bunch of people were making a fuss, thinking he was a street singer? He was not his nephew, so he wouldn't be stupid enough to show off his piano skills. His main job was a doctor, not a showman.
To say that these people are unreliable is really unreliable to the extreme.
So by the evening, everyone decided to call it a day and packed up their things to go home.
Zhu Huicang kept muttering along the way: "Why is he shy?"
"He's not shy, he just doesn't want us to hear it, only her to hear it." Ren Chongda said.
All I can say is that Mr. Cao Yong is both introverted and romantic.
Walking at the end of the large group was little boy Cao Zhile.
The little cutie waved to the pretty sister reluctantly: "Pretty, come to my house to play next time, okay?"
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It was an unexpected surprise for Grandma Ye and everyone else that Little Matchmaker became such a great match.
Xie Wanying bent down and made an agreement with the child by whiteing her little finger.
With the consent of his beautiful sister, Cao Zhile happily left with his second uncle and cousin.
After taking the elevator downstairs, the three of them had just walked out of the gate of the residential building when they heard the faint sound of a melodious harmonica coming from upstairs.
It was impossible for the little musician to miss the sound. Cao Zhile turned back like lightning, and his eyes quickly locked onto the window of his uncle's house upstairs. After careful identification, he found that it was right. The little handsome boy's cheeks puffed up: "Piaoliang is playing the harmonica, right?"
There was the sound of guitar accompanying the harmonica, it was clearly his third uncle accompanying his beautiful sister.
As he listened, the handsome boy Cao Zhilefei raised his eyebrows: "Your singing Ode to Joy sounds really good, and your lungs are full of energy."
Xie Wanying is not a musician. The only instrument she can play is the harmonica, which she learned from her teacher in music class in elementary school. The harmonica is a relatively cheap instrument for ordinary people and is affordable for most families.
It has been so long since she last played the harmonica. Although Ode to Joy is one of the simplest harmonica pieces, it is undoubtedly very difficult for her to play it now. Every time she feels like she can't remember a syllable, the sound of the guitar next to her will remind her of the familiar memory of that piece of music.
Senior Brother Cao is truly a great neurosurgeon. Xie Wanying was deeply impressed by him.
After she stopped blowing, she let out a light breath, and looked up to see the dark eyes of her senior brother opposite her smiling at her, which made her face flush.
Let her rest for a while, he slowly played the guitar, the beautiful music interpreted a love story.
Cao Zhile, who was downstairs, heard what kind of song it was and snorted: Third Uncle is too good at pretending to be calm. He immediately revealed his true colors of chasing after a beautiful sister when no one else was around.
According to this little cutie, if Uncle San has the guts, he should play the song "The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix".
All right. Duan Sanbao patted the child's head and told him to remember that he was a matchmaker and not here to snatch the future Third Aunt.
Soon, Cao Zhile's forehead was covered with sweat. He didn't dare to complain to his uncle because he found that his bicycle was missing: "Where is my bicycle, Uncle?"
Cao Zhao was blamed so much by his younger brother today that he didn't dare to say a word against him.
"Uncle San. I'm sorry. I won't dare to call you beautiful next time." Cao Zhile raised his little head and confessed to his uncle sincerely with his trembling little heart.
Cao Yong, who confiscated the child’s car: Don’t think too much, nephew. I’m not doing this for you, but for your uncle Sanbao.
Duan Sanbao was happy, very happy. Finally, he didn't have to worry about chasing other kids around the street on his bike.
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