Chapter 111 This is considered social etiquette
On the way back, Tu Yao held her phone contentedly.
Tu Chaoxi looked at the rearview mirror: "Tu Xiaomao, are you happy?"
Tu Yao leaned against the car window, looking at the bustling street, and nodded without hesitation: "Happy!"
She casually asked, "Are you happy?"
"I'm so happy."
Up to this point, all his shortcomings were almost fulfilled.
Apart from……
Tu Chaoxi looked at the rearview mirror, wondering how to recognize the current Tu Yao, and if they did recognize each other, how to bring up the memories of those years.
Did you tell the truth?
Tu Chaoxi pondered for a moment, then suddenly pulled over and stopped the car.
"Tu Xiaomao."
Tu Yao looked up, her eyes clear and bright: "Huh?"
Tu Chaoxi turned around and looked at her solemnly and nervously: "I asked you once when we were in Crane Village, and I'm asking you again now."
Do you want to regain your memories? Are you interested in your original memories?
Tu Yao was taken aback.
After a long pause, under his tense gaze, she said slowly and earnestly, "If the memory is bad, I don't want to recover it."
Tu Chaoxi was stunned, as if she hadn't realized she would receive such an answer.
Aren't you curious about those memories?
As Tu Yao pondered, she continued, "We'll be curious, but if the memory is painful, then we'll cover it up with happy memories, and no one should think about it anymore."
Tu Chaoxi subconsciously clenched her fist to confirm:
"...Is that what you think?"
Tu Yao nodded without hesitation: "Yes."
Tu Chaoxi fell into a long silence. After a while, she tugged at the corner of her mouth, as if she had made up her mind.
It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off their shoulders, like they had finally found their direction.
"knew."
He murmured, "In that case, your brothers will create a happy memory for you."
Let her truly become Tu Yao again in a joyful way.
As for the pain, let's just forget about it.
The car continued driving forward, and Tu Yao smiled again and leaned back out the window.
110: [Why don't you want to hear the truth?]
Tu Yao looked out the window... "Uncle, they are all very good people."
They treat me like a younger sister because they've let go of the past, which is really not easy.
Those hurts were just words in a book to her, but for them they were bloody facts.
If recognizing each other is based on bringing up those truths again, it will only reopen their wounds.
It would be better to wait until they've discussed it and come up with a plausible reason, and then tell me that I'm actually their sister.
I'll accept it happily when the time comes.
That way, no one will get hurt anymore.
110: [Is this okay?]
Tu Yao nodded, and we all felt very happy.
...
Two days later, Nan Ke was discharged from the hospital.
Tu Yao used her savings to buy a large bouquet of flowers and excitedly ran to pick up the person.
She hid behind the flowers: "Hello, Second Brother! I've come to pick you up!"
A pair of large hands took the bouquet. "Hello, little mascot!"
Tu Yao was taken aback. She looked up and saw a blond, blue-eyed man smiling and waving at her.
Tu Yao waved hesitantly: "Hello."
Cormier asked deliberately, "Aren't you going to ask me why I came here today?"
He threatened, "I plan to take all the guest performers, including Nan Ke, away, give them a grueling 24-hour training session, and then send them on stage to perform for me the next day!"
Tu Yao calmly pointed out: "Then your concert will be ruined."
Cormier: ...
Nan Ke looked helpless: "Mr. Cormier, don't scare my sister."
Cormier awkwardly touched his nose: "No, no, I like her too much to even think about it."
He leaned closer with great interest: "To be honest, your sister reminds me of an aunt of mine when I was young."
Nan Ke & Tu Yao: ...
"Hey! Don't disbelieve me! My aunt will be coming to the concert tomorrow too."
"Okay, okay, little sister, I really came to pick up your brother."
Cormier assured him, "But don't worry, this is just the final formal rehearsal."
Thinking of something, he extended an invitation: "By the way, little mascot, would you like to come along too?"
"Weren't you worried about the security at my event last time? Well, here's a good opportunity to invite you to put your judgment on me?"
Cormier talked on and on by himself for the entire time.
Tu Yao subconsciously looked at Nan Ke.
Nan Ke chuckled: "Go if you want to."
So the group got into the car that Cormier had arranged.
Upon arriving at the venue, I went straight onto the stage.
Cormier generously granted each guest performer a performance time.
When it was Nan Ke's turn, he couldn't help but look down at the audience.
Then I saw his sister sitting up straight and meticulously. When it was his turn, she quickly clapped!
The crisp sound rang out in the empty hall, as grand as the beating of a drum.
Nan Ke couldn't help but laugh.
Nan Ke thought it sounded better than his piano playing.
Cormier's eyes welled up with tears. He was preparing to dedicate his life to music. He was almost forty and had neither a sister nor a daughter.
Tomorrow's concert can only invite a lonely aunt to cheer for him.
The contrast is quite stark.
He deliberately asked, "Is it me who plays better, or your brother?"
Tu Yao: ?
Tu Yao doesn't really know how to appreciate music, and her past experiences haven't given her the time or ability to appreciate high art.
All she could tell was that Nan Ke played very well.
If asked to rank everyone, she honestly replied, "Of course, it's my brother."
Cormier: ...
Before he could ask any more questions, Tu Yao had already turned her head and continued to listen attentively to the performance.
Just then, a man dressed as an assistant walked over and leaned close to Cormier's ear.
“Mr. Cormier, a lady and a young woman claiming to be your relatives have requested to see you.”
Cormier guessed, "From my grandmother's side?"
"Yes, the lady said that your grandmother was friends with her niece's great-grandmother."
Cormier: ?
Cormier can speak Chinese, but that doesn't mean he can instantly understand this complex web of relationships.
Half a minute later, he turned to Tu Yao with suspicion.
"Are they considered relatives?"
Tu Yao thought for a moment: "This is considered social etiquette."
"Okay, so I need to do as the Romans do and learn some social etiquette."
Cormier still uses idioms with ease.
"Then I'll leave for a bit. When I get tired of listening, I can walk around and check out the security here."
Tu Yao nodded.
Cormier stood up and walked straight to the backstage reception room. After a few steps, he resumed his usual arrogant demeanor.
Tu Yao also stood up, jumped around a couple of times, and asked her assistant next to her.
"Excuse me, where is the restroom?"
After the assistant pointed out the direction, Tu Yao quickly ran over.
I had just entered the restroom when suddenly there was a "bang"!
Immediately afterwards, a shrill female voice rang out!
Tu Yao was taken aback and quickly looked over.
Then, a glass window on the upper level of the restroom appeared to have shattered, scattering shards all over the floor.
Beneath the window, a girl in a white dress, with tears in her eyes, held up two fingers.
Two bloody marks appeared on my fingers from the shards.
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