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The scenery is exquisite.
Located in another wealthy area in the north of City A, it was a British concession in the early years and has a strong European style.
Most of the houses have Gothic-style pointed roofs. The most famous one is the small red western-style building located at the crossroads.
It is neither a church nor a public welfare building. As the property of the Fu family, the richest man in City A, from design to decoration, it is full of luxury and nobility of the rich.
Passers-by only see how gorgeous and expensive this house is but not how empty and lonely it is.
The surrounding residents can always hear a burst of elegant and retro piano music in the early morning. I don¡¯t know who played it. The melodious and pure music is not inferior to that of famous piano players.
A gorgeous European-style retro luxury villa, with vintage wooden bell flower chandeliers and floral fabric sofas, with many books placed messily.
There is a black and white piano in the middle of the hall on the first floor. The woman is sitting there elegantly in a dark red velvet retro square-necked waistband.
The white jade fingers that look like peeled onions are well-proportioned and slender, and the nails are clean and shiny, as flawless as jade carvings.
Her fingers jumped nimbly on the black and white keys, and a string of sweet music overflowed from her fingertips, breaking the tranquility of the morning.
The sad melody echoes in the space over and over again, like a spell that makes people's scalp numb.
The devil's invitation - "The Thirteenth Pair of Eyes" originated from a primitive tribe in Africa.
In the mid-20th century, rumors spread that everyone in the tribe committed suicide after hearing this song.
It stares at you like the eyes of death.
Because the style of the music was too weird and dark, it was later banned from being sung and performed, and the music score was gradually lost.
On the stairs at this moment, there was a young man in his early thirties, wearing a well-tailored black suit, with a pair of gold-rimmed spectacle frames on his face, and holding a dark brown briefcase in his hand.
He looked handsome and fair. He glanced at the woman hastily, frowned and said, "Why are you so crazy so early in the morning?"
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The woman¡¯s hands pressed the last treble key, and the piano made an eardrum-shattering sound, as harsh and high-pitched as the sound of suddenly tearing apart cloth.
The melody stopped suddenly, and she slowly turned around.
That is a stunning face that cannot be described in words. If the facial features are one point more or one point less, they will appear to lose their color. Everything is just right and well-proportioned.
She is as beautiful as a fairy coming out of an oil painting wallpaper from the middle world, exuding a holy and gentle radiance.
However, it was such a woman who played the weird and dark "The Thirteenth Eye".
"Azheng, are you going on a business trip?"
Fu Zheng nodded indifferently, carrying his briefcase and striding down the stairs towards the door, "Well, I'm going on a business trip. If you have anything, just tell Butler Zhu."
After saying that, he strode away without looking back.
The woman looked at his leaving back, and her sharp eyes caught a glimpse of a small section of clothing material exposed from his briefcase.
A bitter smile.
It seems that he will be gone for a long time again this time
As soon as the woman looked back, she saw a little boy standing in the corridor on the second floor. He was about six or seven years old, wearing black cotton pajamas and cute cartoon duck slippers.
The little boy¡¯s face was carved out of the same mold as the man who just left. The pink and jade-like face, the slender phoenix eyes with single eyelids and the tight thin lips all looked very much like him.
Even the expressions are exactly the same.
He glanced at his father's leaving figure, then at his mother standing in a daze downstairs, then turned and returned to his bedroom.
Without the help of Mrs. Li, the servant, she changed clothes, washed herself, put on her schoolbag, took the prepared breakfast and walked downstairs.
Raising his cold and calm face, he greeted the woman, "Mommy, I'm going to school."
It was only then that the woman reacted. She gently touched the little boy's head, and her hands that were so beautiful that they were suitable for playing any musical instrument helped him adjust his school uniform tie.
"Jueshen, you have to be obedient in class and listen to the teacher."
"Um."
"Go. Mommy is also going to paint. I will pick you up after school at noon."
Get her guarantee,There was still a hint of expectation on the jade-white face. She reached out and opened the door, and the wind outside blew snowflakes on the little boy's body.
He put on a tight smile, and before leaving, he looked back at his mother who was walking upstairs.
Today is December 27th, and the weather forecast says - heavy snow!
A middle-aged maid with an average appearance and a slightly chubby figure came over with a black umbrella and lovingly touched the little boy's hair.
"Young master, the snow is getting heavier and heavier outside, please bring an umbrella."
He looked at Sister-in-law Li with his dark jade-like eyes, replied solemnly, "No," and left with his schoolbag on his back.
Sister-in-law Li froze on the spot, looking at the small figure walking on the wide and lonely road, she couldn't help but sigh.
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"My husband is leaving in the morning, so the driver has to go see him off first."
The madam should have sent the young master to school personally, but the madam instead asked a seven-year-old child to take the bus by himself.
¡°Sister-in-law Li couldn¡¯t help but worry about whether the young master would take the bus. After all, this was his first time.
The little boy took the bus for the first time. He didn¡¯t know where to sit. He had to ask several passers-by to find the bus stop sign.
In late December, the snow fell heavily and rapidly, and goose-feather-like snowflakes fell from the sky.
The green bus stop was covered with white snow, with only a few people standing there waiting. They were all wearing thick coats and scarves dressed in different styles.
There are people talking to people around them, with white mist coming out of their mouths.
They were stunned for a second when they saw the handsome little boy who suddenly appeared. They were all surprised when they saw the little boy wearing the uniform of a private aristocratic school.
A passerby couldn¡¯t help but ask him: ¡°Hey, kid, where are your parents? Do you go to school alone in such heavy snow?¡±
The little boy stared at the snow-covered road ahead, quietly waiting for the bus to arrive without answering.
The man began to mutter again, "It's really rude. Do children from rich families behave like this since they were young?"
His classmate patted him on the shoulder and said, "Luo, please stop talking. This little boy is probably not taken seriously at home. Otherwise, why would he come to the bus with us? It's such a cold day."
The man laughed, "You're right, no parent would like a rude child like him."
The little boy clenched his fists, stared at the two of them coldly, and suddenly said:
"Seeing that the words Zhongnan Post and Telecommunications are written on your clothes, I would like to remind you that it is already half past eight, and the No. 3 bus you are waiting for has just left."
¡°Just when they said he was the kind of child that his parents didn¡¯t like.
Hearing this, the faces of the two men turned the color of pig liver. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com