"I've learned it."
The child patted Ye Linxing's arm to signal him to put him down, then he held his head high and proudly took off the accordion on his back, "Mom, I'll play it for you."
"Don't!"
Before Jian Yuelan could do anything, A Yuan and the others stopped her with terrified looks on their faces.
"My dear nephew, this shop is a place for business and entertaining customers. It's not suitable for music."
In order to protect the child's self-esteem and not undermine his self-confidence, Ayuan and his friends worked very hard and spoke kind words to him without asking for anything in return.
Something like the little nephew's playing skills are so good that it will easily attract customers and make them reluctant to leave. The store will be so crowded that there will be no place to sit and it will be unsafe.
When the child heard that it was unsafe, he immediately gave up his strong desire to perform and said, "Then I will play it for you next time after closing time."
“…”
They don’t want to listen, not at all. They don’t want to have nightmares at night about being chased by musical instruments with legs.
That feeling was really terrible.
Although they were roaring madly in their hearts, they did not show it on their faces. They forced out a seemingly brilliant smile, which was actually full of joy, and nodded in agreement.
Ye Linxing was very disappointed, as he wanted to see his fat son's performance.
"Play it for Dad when I get home."
Picking up his fat son, he made his request in a loud voice.
"good."
The child nodded readily, and then the fat boy put his arms around his neck and said, "Dad, how many days will you stay at home this time?"
"Five days."
This answer surprised the child so much that his big, bright eyes were filled with joy.
"I'll sleep with you tonight."
Before it gets dark, I have already made all the arrangements for sleeping.
"good."
Ye Linxing agreed immediately, "We'll sleep together tonight."
"But before you go to bed, you have to give your dad a good show."
He was really looking forward to his son's performance.
However, this expectation disappeared the moment I heard the accordion playing on my way home.
Instead, there is despair and pain.
Listening to the noise that sounded like the quacking of tens of thousands of ducks, Ye Linxing felt as if he didn't know where he was.
Why didn't anyone tell him that not only did his fat son have no musical sense at all, but even the musical instruments that should have produced pleasant sounds became so deafening in his hands?
Looking at his fat son whose little fingers moved quickly on the accordion keys with an engrossed look on his face, Ye Linxing wished he were deaf.
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