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    As he was playing, Song Xiaozhe suddenly felt that this was very similar to the scene in his dream. He wanted to turn around and look at Aunt May, but he was afraid that he would really see a tearful face. When he was hesitating, Lin Yiran suddenly changed his technique.  , played the melody of Song Xiaozhe's left hand with his right hand.

    When the music was chaotic, Song Xiaozhe had no time to think, so he immediately went to fill the gap in Lin Yiyang's right hand, and finally followed the melody. A thin layer of sweat had appeared on his forehead, and Chao Lin still looked over in shock.

    The tears he imagined did not appear. Song Xiaozhe only saw a cunning smiling face. Lin Yiran's hair was flying, and his smile was open and cheerful, as beautiful as an oil painting.

    She didn¡¯t cry, and Song Xiaozhe felt a lot better for some reason.

    But after all, he didn¡¯t have as much playing experience as Lin Yiran. After changing the fingering, he soon couldn¡¯t keep up. His left hand was messed up and the melody was completely interrupted. He could only stop with some guilt.

    "I haven't practiced enough yet." Lin Yiran also stopped and stared at him, as if he thought deeply for a while before saying this, "I will have class later, so I have to come on time."

    Will she really come here to take classes?

    Song Xiaozhe looked over in surprise. Aunt May, who he had been thinking about, was very close at hand. He had many questions to ask, but he didn't know how to ask.

    ¡°Has Aunt May really been looking for him for so long?  Knowing that he didn't want to go back, did she really cry?

    But before the question was asked, the dean interrupted them first, "That's it for training. Xiaozhe is not in good health, so go back and rest first."

    He drove Song Xiaozhe to the room almost roughly. Seeing his actions, Lin Yiran frowned slightly, but Song Xiaozhe felt inexplicably happy in his heart.

    Aunt May cares about him. Knowing this, he actually feels happier than playing the piano.

    Seeing Song Xiaozhe return to the room, Lin Yiran did not leave immediately.

    She was playing the piano with the children outside. The melodious music spread into the room, and Song Xiaozhe's tense spirit was strangely relaxed.

    As if knowing that Aunt May was outside, this strange and cold orphanage became warmer, a sincere smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth for the first time.

    After that, Lin Yiran would take two hours a day to teach piano in the orphanage.

    The children here were very interested on the first day, but after that they lost patience and just played randomly.

    Amidst the noise, only Song Xiaozhe was practicing fingering seriously. Occasionally, Lin Yiran would come to him and sit down to explain.

    Song Xiaozhe enjoyed being alone together, but he couldn't help but think of what Bo Chenhe once said.

    "I would like to thank you for leaving in time. If you continue to devote your feelings to you, she will be disappointed in the end."

    He looked extremely cold when he said this. Song Xiaozhe didn't even dare to look at him at that time. In fact, just like when he was around Song Xinrou before, he always felt alienated from this once nominal father.  He would never be able to act coquettishly with him like Lin Anan did.

    ButSong Xiaozhe couldn't help but glance at Lin Yiran next to him. She had been running to the orphanage for several days. They both knew why she was here, but no one had revealed it until now.

    ????????????????????? What exactly does Aunt May think?

    As soon as his mind wandered, Song Xiaozhe's men played a wrong note and stopped in a hurry.

    "What are you thinking about?" Lin Yiran saw that he was absent-minded and asked as expected.

    "I" Song Xiaozhe didn't know what to say, his face was red and he was extremely confused.

    Do you want to tell Aunt May not to come again in the future?  But what if she really wants to teach piano?  Doesn't it seem like he's too passionate?

    When he was hesitating again and again, Lin Yiran took a look at his expression and suddenly lowered his voice, "Want to go home?"

    Song Xiaozhe was startled. Just five words touched his tears, and his eye circles suddenly turned red.

    "Aunt May"

    He looked over with tearful eyes. Lin Yiran sighed and reached out to hold Song Xiaozhe's head in his arms.

    "Auntie, are you still wondering when you will get the idea? School will start again soon. Will you have to study piano here for the rest of your life?"

    Next to him was the noisy and chaotic noise of the piano, mixed with the screams and laughter of children. Song Xiaozhe hugged Lin Yiran hard, and tears suddenly flowed out like a flood.

    "Aunt May!" He lay on Lin Yiran's chest and cried loudly, "They don't want me anymore! It's obvious that they gave birth to me, and it's obvious that I am tooTheir son, they only want a younger brother!  "

    Song Xiaozhe didn't express his emotions easily. It was the first time he cried loudly like this, and Lin still felt very distressed.

    "It's okay, Xiaozhe. They don't want you, and there's auntie too." She gently stroked Song Xiaozhe's head and kept urging, "Auntie wants you. Auntie wants to find you as soon as she comes back, but how can you listen to them?  What? Auntie will be sad too."

    Hearing Aunt May say that she would be sad, Song Xiaozhe felt uncomfortable. He raised his wet eyes and looked at Lin Yiran, and said pitifully, "But Auntie, I am not your son. You have no obligation to support me. I"

    "What nonsense are you talking about?" Lin Yiran pinched his cheek, and his voice had never been so gentle. "Back then, when we were living in the Song family, you could secretly ask me if you could call me mom. Why don't you dare to call me mom now?"

    Speaking of what happened at that time, Song Xiaozhe blushed and muttered in a low voice, "That's different."

    "Why is it different?" Lin Yiran raised his eyebrows, "It's the same for auntie. You have always been that well-behaved and sensible child."

    She hugged Song Xiaozhe, looked into his eyes and said seriously, "It's just that Auntie didn't know how hard your life was at that time, otherwise she should have been nicer to you. Fortunately, it's not too late now. Are you willing to give Auntie a chance?  "

    Song Xiaozhe looked at her blankly, Lin Yiran's expression was sincere and gentle, as if it could give people unlimited confidence and strength.

    Can you trust her?  Wouldn't she abandon him like Song Xinrou, like his biological parents?

    While hesitating, Song Xiaozhe looked up and saw that the dean had noticed the situation here.

    It seemed that he was surprised that Lin Yiran was hugging him. The dean was stunned for a moment, and then his expression suddenly dropped.

    ¡° He probably thought that Lin Yiran was using some means to torture him again. The dean came over with a cold face and was about to take the person away. Song Xiaozhe didn¡¯t have time to think about it. In order to clear Lin Yiran¡¯s suspicion, he immediately threw himself into her arms.

    "Aunt May, I want to go back with you!"

    After saying these words, Song Xiaozhe felt relaxed all over, as if a heavy stone on his heart had been removed.

    On the opposite side, the dean hesitated and stopped again. Song Xiaozhe then firmly repeated, "I want to go home. Aunt May, take me home." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.  com
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