Shao Yisui frowned, lost in thought. He took the bowl, stared at the hangover soup for a moment, then suddenly asked, “Aunt Liu, do you feel like the house is too deserted?”
Deserted to the point where he didn’t want to step inside, no sign of life, It’s better for him to work overtime in the company.
Aunt Liu was puzzled.
“It seems… a bit, what do you mean?”
Shao Yisui followed, but didn’t continue, leaving people confused.
In fact, Shao Yisui didn’t know what he wanted to say either. There was a vague thought lingering beyond his thoughts, just a tiny bit away from breaking through that layer of sandpaper and entering his mind.
But just a bit.
His mind was cluttered with many things, sometimes thinking about marriage, sometimes about Wen Fan.
What else… Shao Yi’s gaze fixed, yes, there was also the hangover soup.
Wen Fan said that he should drink the hangover soup before going to sleep.
He drank it, so he had to tell Wen Fan, or else Wen Fan would worry.
So Shao Yisui asked Aunt Liu a meaningless question and then called Wen Fan.
After circling around, he couldn’t hold back.
The phone rang for a while before connecting, and Wen Fan seemed to be asleep.
A young, drowsy voice came through the receiver: “Shao Yisui? What’s wrong?”
That voice carried a heavy nasal tone, sounding even better than usual.
Shao Yisui bragged, “Fan Fan, I drank the hangover soup.”
“Oh…” Wen Fan turned over, the sound of soft fabric rubbing against each other, he was very sleepy, so the next sentence took a while to continue: “I know, your stomach doesn’t hurt, right?”
“It doesn’t hurt.”
“Then go to bed early. You have to go to work tomorrow. If you don’t sleep well, you will feel uncomfortable.”
Shao Yi: “Hmm.”
The phone hung up and the room fell into silence again, suddenly even more deserted than before.
Aunt Liu finally reacted, trying to ask, “Mr. Shao, do you mean you want Fan Fan to come and stay for a while?”
Shao Yisui rubbed his thumb against his knuckles, and after a long time, said, “It seems like it.”
Aunt Liu became even more confused, seems like?
The layer of sandpaper in Shao Yi’s mind finally broke, and he seemed to mean that.
There was no Wen Fan in this house, so it was deserted.
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After that night, Shao Yisui began to work day and night again, and Wen Fan didn’t see him for several days. In the blink of an eye, it was Shao Yisui’s birthday.
June 1st, Shao Yisui’s 28th birthday.
They had known each other for twenty years, and they had spent every birthday together, even when Shao Yisui was studying abroad, they never missed it.
Shao Yisui was two years older than him and two grades older. At that time, when Wen Fan was just a sophomore, Shao Yisui was at his busiest time studying abroad. He didn’t even catch the plane overnight and missed it. When he arrived, it was already three in the morning, Shao Yisui called him downstairs in his dormitory, ate a piece of cake, asked him for his birthday gift—a wooden carving that Wen Fan had prepared a long time ago, and then left in a hurry.
That was probably the most hasty birthday Shao Yisui had ever had, thinking back, it was laughable.
When Wen Fan rushed downstairs, his slippers were on the wrong feet, and his hair was sticking up in several places. Shao Yisui laughed at him, pressed him into his arms and rubbed him, making his hair even messier.
He even kicked Wen Fan twice before leaving.
Later, Shao Yisui returned to the country to take over the Shao family’s business, and he also opened a piano studio. His work was all in Yuncheng, and he gradually settled down.
Today was Shao Yi’s birthday, and Wen Fan planned to close at five in the afternoon. There were students coming to practice the piano every day at his studio, but it was not scheduled, so his time was relatively free.
The students packed up their things and left one after another.
“Goodbye, Teacher Wen!”
“Goodbye, teacher.”
Wen Fan smiled, “Hmm, see you tomorrow.”
The piano studio soon emptied, and Wen Fan looked at the time, just ten minutes past five, he also began to tidy up his things.
Shao Yisui was very picky. After he started working, the birthday cakes every year were basically made by Wen Fan himself, others were not accepted, and Aunt Liu couldn’t do it either.
Wen Fan had already sent the list of ingredients for making the cake to Aunt Liu. Just now, Aunt Liu had sent a message asking when he would arrive at Shao Yi’s house, saying that the ingredients were ready.
Wen Fan replied “right away.”
Just then, there was the sound of the door opening and footsteps behind him. Someone came in.
Wen Fan turned to look.
It was a parent.
Wen Fan had some impression, it was the uncle of a little girl in the studio, surnamed Sheng.
He said, “You’re Xiao Putao’s uncle, right? Xiao Tao was picked up by the driver half an hour ago and probably has arrived home by now. You can call and ask…”
“No, Teacher Wen, I’m here to find you.”
The person at the door was not very old, probably a little younger than Wen Fan, around twenty-three or four. He was dressed in high-end designer clothes, and there was a supercar parked outside.
Wen Fan: “Find me? Do you want to know about Xiao Putao’s piano lessons?”
Sheng Duo shook his head, “Of course not, Xiao Tao is not my concern, I’m single.”
Wen Fan’s hand paused in mid-air.
People like them are very sensitive to the scent of their kind.
“Teacher Wen, you should also be single, right?”
Sheng Duo’s gaze was direct and rude, Wen Fan frowned, not answering his question.
He just said: “I have something urgent to do and have to close the door now. If you have any questions, please come back another day. I’m sorry.”
“Of course not another day, just today.” Sheng Duo smiled at him and closed the door behind him, “I have a gift for you, Teacher Wen, I don’t know if we can be friends, I really like you.”
Wen Fan subconsciously took a step back.
“I don’t have the habit of accepting gifts from strangers.”
“It doesn’t have to be from strangers, I’m Xiao Putao’s uncle, and you are Xiao Putao’s piano teacher. We are very familiar with each other, right?” Sheng Duo was very tall, He came to him in a few steps and said in a low voice: “The first time I saw you, I realized, you’re just like me, right?”
Wen Fan didn’t want to pay attention to him and turned around to leave.
“Don’t go.” Sheng Duo seemed unable to understand Wen Fan’s refusal, lowering his voice, with a hint of coquetry.
Sheng Duo indeed looked like a naive puppy, but the movements of his hands went too far. He put his arms around Wen Fan’s shoulders.
“Teacher Wen, I like you so much. I have been dreaming about you every day since we met that day. What should I do?” He blinked: “You have always been single and have never had a boyfriend. You probably don’t understand many things. I can teach you.”
“This circle… is really interesting…”
Sheng Duo was getting closer and closer, already exceeding the safe social distance. Wen Fan couldn’t bear it anymore and stretched out his hand to push him away. However, just a second before he made the move, a strong wind blew past his eyes.
With a “bang” sound, Sheng Duo’s whole face was grabbed by a big hand and he was thrown hard onto the piano.
A harsh murmur of ding-dong sounded, and at the same time, there was a familiar deep voice.
With an uncontrollable coldness.
“You dare to touch him.”
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