"Good night."
Little Yuzu pushed open the door, and the sound of a piano came from inside.
It's Wen Sitian playing the piano.
She played one syllable at a time, not very smoothly, and it was basically impossible to tell what she was playing.
Upon seeing Xiaoyouzi, Wen Sitian scratched her head somewhat embarrassedly: "Xiaoyouzi, I just played it casually, it doesn't sound very good."
She hadn't studied much, so she could only try learning by watching videos, hoping it would make her less nervous when she met the teacher.
Little Yuzu changed into slippers, took the money and came in, comforting her, "It's okay, take your time, the teacher will come to teach you on Saturday."
"I'd like to learn first," Wen Sitian said somewhat shyly.
Instead of mocking her, Xiaoyouzi comforted her, saying, "My cousin is so smart, she'll definitely learn it in no time."
"Really? I'm not that smart." Wen Sitian was a little embarrassed by Xiaoyouzi's praise.
Her ears were also slightly red.
When she was abroad, her main task every day was to accompany her aunt, so she never learned many skills.
This time, she was able to access these things thanks to Xiaoyouzi.
Wen Sitian was both happy and relieved.
Little Yuzu chuckled and said, "You're very clever."
The two sisters chatted.
Wen Sitian suddenly sat down next to Xiaoyouzi with a gossipy air and asked curiously, "Xiaoyouzi, I heard your class has a performance tomorrow?"
Nodding, Xiaoyouzi said, "Yes, the program schedule is all written out; every class should have one."
"It seems someone is asking what role you're playing, but nobody knows," Wen Sitian said with a smile, then frowned, "I don't know why they're asking about that."
Shrugging, Little Yuzu said, "We'll know tomorrow anyway."
"Haha, our class also has a performance."
After chatting for a short while, Xiaoyouzi returned to her room, collapsed onto the bed, and quickly fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, Xiaoyouzi woke up again, not knowing how long she had slept.
She reached out and pressed her phone; it showed 5 a.m.
Little Yuzu got up, feeling a bit sticky, went to the bathroom to take another shower, and came out in her pajamas to lie on the bed.
Back in bed, Xiaoyouzi found she couldn't fall asleep.
With nothing to do, Xiaoyouzi opened WeChat first.
I happened to see a small red dot above the master chef's chat box.
I replied!
Little Yuzu excitedly opened the chat box.
Zhang Huaixu: Little Youzi, there's nothing wrong with the prescription you wrote. You're making progress, that's great!
Zhang Huaixu: [Thumbs up.jpg]
Little Yuzu couldn't help but laugh when she saw this.
But she didn't dare reply to his WeChat messages at that time, otherwise she would get scolded.
Thinking she would go back tomorrow, Xiaoyouzi opened Weibo.
I'm going to see if there's any good melon to eat up there.
As a result, Weibo was quiet; there was nothing there.
Surprisingly, no one in the usually bustling entertainment industry is causing trouble.
Unwilling to give up, Xiaoyouzi scrolled through the entertainment news and trending topics, but couldn't find any shocking gossip.
She suddenly had the idea to search for the cases that her senior brother Qin had handled.
It was only mentioned briefly; all other information was destroyed, and no one spread it.
After reading Weibo, Xiaoyouzi opened a short video app and started scrolling through it.
After scrolling for a short while, I lost interest and opened my own homepage.
She posted one video on her own account, and now her followers, who have millions of followers, are all gathered around the first video, urging her to post something again.
After glancing at the comments section, Xiaoyouzi opened her private messages and scrolled through them.
Most of them are expressions of fervent love from fans.
Except for one.
Little Yuzu frowned.
The other person said they couldn't send pictures, so I tagged her to watch the video and said: "Yuzu, sorry to bother you, I saw you posted about talismans on Weibo before, and I thought you might know something about them or have resources in this area. I wanted to ask if there's anything wrong with how this pavilion is set up? I hope you can see this!"
Xiaoyouzi clicked on the video, which was a video posted by a man who said he was going to visit his wife and children and had donated money to build a pavilion in a temple to commemorate his deceased wife and children.
The comments below were unanimously praising his devotion and calling him a true man.
Some people say he has a guilty conscience, that he has mental problems, and that he is suppressing his wife, not doing it for the good of his wife and children.
Little Yuzu noticed that there seemed to be sculptures around the pavilion.
Just as she was about to take a closer look, her phone suddenly rang.
Xiaoyouzi frowned slightly after glancing at the caller ID.
It's Edson.
It was late at night, past 5 a.m.!
I wonder why I'm calling her at this hour? Did something happen to Anders?
Without thinking twice, Xiaoyouzi answered the phone: "Hello?"
"Little Yuzu, my brother's condition is not very good."
As soon as the call connected, Edson's panicked voice came through.
He said hurriedly, "Anders has suddenly started vomiting blood and is delirious. Come and take a look."
Edson didn't dare yell at Xiaoyouzi, and his tone was full of anxiety.
He really cares about his only younger brother.
When a patient has a problem, Xiaoyouzi, a doctor, immediately gets up and says, "I'm coming over right now. Tell me about his symptoms, or send me a video. It would be best if you could describe them in detail."
"good."
Edson spoke hurriedly, and Little Yuzu hung up the phone immediately.
She changed her clothes and then dialed Qin Feng's number.
Qin Feng answered quickly: "Miss Yuzu, what happened?"
"Nothing's wrong here. I just need to go out for a bit. Could Uncle Qin Feng come with me?" Xiao Youzi said through a speakerphone while packing some bottles and jars into her crossbody bag.
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