Interaction with the Son and Musical Exchange

He was very satisfied with this situation. A plan was brewing in his mind... Maybe when her son, no, his future son, had summer vacation, he could take them back to his hometown to let his family get to know them. Or invite his parents to Taiwan for a visit... Hmm, he had to arrange it carefully, lest he be too busy at that time...

"Mommy, I'm starving!" Zhuang Weixin's voice came before he did.

The door was suddenly opened, which startled Ken, who was naked.

"Hey! Good morning. Is my mom awake?" In fact, Zhuang Weixin did it on purpose. He had been guessing in his heart whether it would be like in the movies, where he would see them naked in bed. Hehe! From now on, he would have something to make fun of his stupid dad. This was really fun!

"You... How can you just enter your mom's room casually?" Ken was really startled by him. Zhuang Weixin's scheming look was really very much like his eldest brother, whom he was most afraid of.

"How would I know I can't come in?" Zhuang Weixin said as he walked closer to the bedside. "Ha! You're really naked!"

In fact, Zhuang Weixin didn't really understand about sex. He just came to verify what he had seen in movies and what was described on the Internet.

"Kid, you're being very impolite," Ken had to pull the sheet up as much as possible to cover Baobao's body. "Although you're her son, you still can't do this." He began to think that this kid needed to be educated well. Otherwise, there was a risk that some restricted - level scenes would be seen by this under - developed kid one day.

"Hey, who cares about you? This is my home. My mom didn't tell me she was going to... Well, sleep naked in your arms," Zhuang Weixin ignored him. "I'm hungry. Is my mom awake yet? I still have to go to school."

Ken looked at Zhuang Bao, who was sleeping soundly. "Well, you go buy breakfast. I'll freshen up and then take you to school."

"Seems like a good idea. What do you want to eat?" Zhuang Weixin nodded. It seemed that his mom wouldn't wake up soon.

Zhuang Weixin closed the door and left. Ken then got up to take a shower. He picked out a slightly larger T - shirt from Zhuang Bao's wardrobe. Since there were no shorts, he just wore his underwear and walked into the living room.

He saw a practice piano near the balcony. There was an open violin case on the piano. He wondered: Was it Zhuang Bao's or that kid's?

It had been a long, long time since he had touched an instrument. An inexplicable emotion made him involuntarily take the violin out of the case.

Just like when he first started learning, he slowly tuned the instrument. Until a piece of music emerged in his mind, he slowly placed the violin on his shoulder and steadily drew the bow across the strings, turning the musical notes in his heart into emotions flowing in the space... Because he was in a very good mood, the music he remembered in his mind was of course extremely lively.

After playing for a while, he remembered that this was Handel's Bourrée.Then all his memories came flooding back. Next came La Paix, then came La Réjouissance, and he even remembered Menuett very clearly.

The music reverberated in the small living room. His emotions also fluctuated. Because he was too focused on the strings, he didn't notice at all that Zhuang Weixin had already bought breakfast and come back.

Zhuang Weixin was startled the moment he opened the door. At first, he thought his stupid dad had turned up the volume of the stereo too loud and was about to scold him. But he didn't expect it was a "live" performance.

He looked at his dad with some pride. His dad had the air of a musician. Hehe! It seemed that his stupid dad also had a special talent. His... violin playing was really good. Zhuang Weixin had just started learning, but he also knew that his dad was really good, which was very impressive. It seemed that he had a free teacher!

When the piece was coming to an end, Zhuang Weixin saw that he was still intoxicated by the music., so he had to speak up: "So you're not only good at pestering my mom, but also play the violin well." Zhuang Weixin didn't stint on giving him applause.

"Ah, when did you come back?" Ken then knew he had a little audience.

"A while ago. Let's have breakfast. Don't forget I still have to go to school," Zhuang Weixin sat at the dining table and started unpacking the breakfast bag.

"Is this violin yours? Sorry, I got itchy fingers for a while," Ken was very excited because he hadn't forgotten his violin skills.

"Anyway, I've just started learning. It's good for you to play with the strings for me," Zhuang Weixin handed him a cup of milk tea.

"Do you also play the violin?" Ken was even happier, as if he had found something in common with him. "Next time we can play music together. Alas! It's a pity that my violin is at home and I didn't bring it to Taiwan. Otherwise, the sound would be better."

"You're already good. I haven't really got the hang of it. I just started learning," Zhuang Weixin shrugged.

"How long have you been learning?"

"About two weeks. I was just planning to trick you into teaching me for free," Zhuang Weixin said mischievously.

"Are you willing to let me teach you?" Ken was surprised by his request.

"Of course! Why not? Hey! This is me making it convenient for you to come to my house," Zhuang Weixin said.

"I have to say in advance that I'm very strict about music," Ken said.

"That's even better. If you teach me casually, I won't learn either," Zhuang Weixin's eyes were shining.

Ken looked at his determined look. "And is the piano also yours?"

"Yeah, I've been learning it for a longer time," Zhuang Weixin nodded.

"Can you play it for me so that I can know your level?" Ken really wanted to hear it. "So that I know where to start teaching you."

"You're going to teach me the violin, right? What does it have to do with the piano?" Zhuang Weixin actually wanted to hide his lack of ability. He didn't want to make a fool of himself.

"I want to know your ability to read sheet music," Ken immediately put on a teacher's face seriously. "Hurry up. Don't you still have to go to school?"

"Okay, anyway, you'll know my level sooner or later. But I have to say first that I'm not as good as you. Don't expect too much," Zhuang Weixin said.

"Stop talking nonsense. Why are there so many words just for playing the piano?" Ken knocked on his head.

"Ouch!" Zhuang Weixin touched the place where he was knocked. It hurt! But he had a different feeling in his heart. This was a bit strange, very different from the feeling towards his mom.

Ken was flipping through the sheet music on the bookshelf beside him. "Have you learned Beethoven's sonatas?"

Zhuang Weixin was a little dazed to see him taking over as if it had always been so natural.

"Kid, what are you daydreaming about?" Ken turned the sheet music to Beethoven's Piano Sonata No. 8 in C - minor.

"Goodness, testing me on this 'Pathétique' early in the morning? I'll have indigestion," Zhuang Weixin shouted when he saw the sheet music.

"Play it quickly! I know you've learned it because there are marks on it," Ken curled his index finger and knocked again.

"Wow! It seems I've invited a wolf into the house. Why do you like knocking on my head? I'll become stupid!" Zhuang Weixin held his head, looking both funny and annoyed.

But Zhuang Weixin still composed himself and started playing. He played Beethoven's piece with a clear rhythm. Ken carefully turned the pages for him. Although Zhuang Weixin hadn't been able to capture the charm of the piece yet, being able to play the notes correctly at his age was already very good. This made Ken feel excited and proud.

On the way to send him to school -

"Kid, if you really want to learn music, maybe I can ask someone to bring my violin and give it to you. Yours is too ordinary," Ken said.

"Come on, don't be silly. I don't even know if I can get used to clamping my neck like that. It gets very sore," Zhuang Weixin didn't want to waste a good violin. Judging by his appearance and the fact that he was his mom's boss, that violin must be very valuable. "When did you start learning the violin?"

"Almost at the same age as you," Ken replied.

"Why didn't you develop in the field of music? You seem like you could have achieved good results," Zhuang Weixin asked.

"I was framed by my eldest brother. But he was right about one thing. I'm not used to performing in front of people," Ken shrugged. This was the truth.

"Are you afraid of the crowd?" Zhuang Weixin couldn't believe it and turned to look at this tall man.

"Probably. Are we there yet?" Ken was driving a Mercedes - Benz, moving with difficulty among groups of primary school students who didn't walk according to the rules.

"Just follow them. Drop me off at the intersection ahead. So you're like me. You learn music for interest, not for applause," Zhuang Weixin said.

"You little rascal, your tone is really arrogant," Ken parked the car. When he saw Zhuang Weixin getting out, he rolled down the car window. "What time do you finish school? I'll come pick you up."

"No need! I'm going to the after - school care center in the afternoon. It's just across from the school," Zhuang Weixin waved his hand, said goodbye, and blended into a group of students and walked towards the school gate.

Ken also waved to him. Until he couldn't see him anymore, he started the car and drove towards the company.

"Zhuang Weixin!"

A chubby boy jumped out. "Was that your dad just now?"

Zhuang Weixin turned around and saw it was his classmate, Little Fatty. "Yeah, what about it?"

"Your dad is really a foreigner!" Little Fatty shouted. "And he's like a star. So cool!"

"Not bad," Zhuang Weixin really didn't know how to answer.

"What does your dad do?" Little Fatty was curious about his never - before - seen dad.

"I don't know. Probably a trader in high - tech or something," Zhuang Weixin said.

"Damn! That's so cool! So awesome. Unlike my family, who runs a convenience store. So boring," Little Fatty wiped his sweat. Then, when he saw other classmates, he couldn't help but spread the news.

"Hey! You know what? I just saw Zhuang Weixin's foreign dad!"

This shout really excited the classmates.

"Really? So he's really mixed - blood!"

"My mom said that mixed - blood kids are smarter."

"And better - looking. Your nose is more prominent because of that," the monitor of their class, a little girl with braids, nodded as if she had figured it out.

"Is his dad handsome?" Another question that only a girl would care about.

"There are foreigners in my sister's company, but they're so fat. Fatter than Little Fatty!"

"Will he be as handsome as the actor in 007..."

By this time, Zhuang Weixin had already entered the classroom and sat down. What a boring conversation!

However, there was a different change in his heart. He was really proud that his dad was not only good - looking but also had a great career that made him proud. And if his classmates knew that his dad could play the violin, wouldn't they go crazy... Having a dad who could show off seemed not bad.

But he didn't know if his other set of grandparents could accept him and his mom... Hmm, he had to investigate carefully. Don't let his stupid dad just be enthusiastic on his own.

Moreover, his mom's personality... Maybe she just wanted to live together. After all, she was already used to it. Hmm... This was very possible.

Zhuang Weixin's mind was working hard.