At 3 a.m., the landmines in front of the station

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I don't know if it was the alcohol or some other reason.

Su Che frowned, but wasn't in a hurry. He simply raised his head and looked around her house.

in the dark.

Yuan Xiao's mansion is filled with extravagance.

Everywhere you look there's mahogany furniture, marble sinks, and expensive oil paintings hanging on the walls.

However, Su Che noticed that all the potted plants in his home had died.

The potted plants in her home could be considered "bonsai".

It is obviously more expensive than the small potted plants in my house.

Unfortunately, even a cactus can't withstand her going a lifetime without watering it.

Su Che sighed.

Turn on the lights that haven't been used in a long time.

I helped her pick up all the miscellaneous items she had kicked on the ground, and washed the underwear she hadn't had time to fold.

I settled her things, watered her flowers, and pruned the yellowed, withered branches.

I drew back the curtains and wiped away the thick layer of dust.

The spider webs in the corner were removed.

The pile of garbage was packed up.

She busied herself around her huge house for about half an hour.

Finally, her living environment was completely transformed, and she was in a wonderful state where she didn't have to breathe dirty air.

"Yuan Xiao, you'll get sick if you don't tidy up the house."

With his back to her, Su Che, panting and coughing as if after strenuous exercise, said:

"If you're ever lazy again, just remember to call me. You've already paid for this, so besides piano lessons, it's not unreasonable for me to tidy up your room for you too."

"... "

"I usually keep my phone on 24/7. If you need anything, you can contact me directly via voice or video, especially if you feel you're being bullied. Don't worry about whether I'm busy or writing; just contact me directly."

Su Che said gently.

"it is good…"

Yuan Xiao gave a soft "hmm" in an almost inaudible voice.

Her little face was still buried in the pillow, with only one eye peeking out, like a cat that had just been adopted, watching his back.

I watched as he placed the freshly cut fruit he had packed from the store on the table, wrapped the sandwiches he would eat the next morning in parchment paper, and set them aside.

He returned to the balcony door, put on his shoes, and looked in this direction:

"Then I'll go back first."

Click.

The lock is open.

The girl opened her mouth,

I want to say something.

but,

In the end, he was unable to utter a sound.

The impulse in my heart was buried.

Hearing the door close,

Do not know why,

Yuan Xiao started crying again.

……

Chapter 34 Night Patrol

Su Che walked home in the darkness, enjoying the evening breeze.

We paused again as we passed a phone booth.

It has become a habit for me to enjoy thinking in front of the pavilion and to sit in the phone booth in a daze when no one is around.

[Just discovered that Yuan Xiao's equipment is all entry-level, and many parts are incomplete.]

An Ibanez electric keyboard costs less than three thousand.

The cheap BOSS multi-effects pedal is outdated and lacks full sound quality.

The speaker was supposedly left at school.

But it's very likely that they didn't get it back.

It is also impossible to get it back in the short term.

【Um. 】

Thinking about this...

Su Che took out his phone.

I sent a message to my best friend.

"Old Zhang, do I have a Vox case in my dorm room?"

Three seconds later, Zhang Cong replied instantly:

"Yes, yes, the vacuum tube, brand new and in perfect working order. What's wrong? Do you want me to clean it for you?"

"No need, just put this, my Vivie matrix and matching cables in the corner for me, and I'll go back to my dorm tomorrow to get them and then I'll leave."

Zhang Cong: "!"

"Dude! It's only been a day, and you've already hooked up with Senior Yu? Have you two already met? Have you already started chatting, maybe even had a great time and hit it off immediately?! Haha, I told you, you couldn't possibly be immune to her charm..."

"Not a senior student."

Su Che sent one last message, then read it but didn't reply.

Keep thinking.

【Um. 】

[Make sure Yuan Xiao has everything she needs, so she can start with the best resources. This will save her a lot of trouble and stress.]

Su Che had a clear train of thought.

I went to my child's house today, and I could tell almost without her saying anything that she has never experienced genuine family affection.

They don't lack money, but it's clear that it's just a facade.

Because she started to have limited means.

Compared to the decorations and furniture in her home, what the child kept in the refrigerator was...

Besides expired milk, there was also bread nearing its expiration date and rotten vegetable leaves.

They don't know how to take care of themselves at all.

【…】

Su Che felt immense pressure.

although,

We already have a well-behaved kitten at home, and the three-day observation period is almost over.

But he also got involved with the stray cats outside, and it was a relationship involving "20 yuan".

If I saw her lying there alone, crying pitifully in the mansion, I might feel guilty.

"No, it will affect your Dao heart."

Su Che murmured:

"My idol once said that you can't immerse yourself in creation and enter the flow state unless you completely eradicate the things in your heart."

“An Qing is a very good subject, but Yuan Xiao… isn’t he also a good one?”

"If we can help her reach her potential in the music industry, meet her needs, and incidentally treat her a little better, even just a little bit, it wouldn't be a bad thing."

"Consider it a proactive measure to prevent customers from suddenly becoming unreachable."

He sets these rules for himself.

[Piano teaching, cleaning, and psychological counseling.]

[Observation, monitoring, and occasional conversations.]

If a child is being bullied, you must step in to help suppress the bullying, and if necessary, even resort to underhanded methods.

Su Che didn't consider himself a person from the mortal realm.

If we say,

Yuan Xiao lacked love from a young age, especially maternal love.

So, from a young age, I lacked not only maternal love but also paternal love.

There was only a fleeting, dreamlike, unrealistic love, no different from poison, offered by the maid in the house.

Because this kind of care is worse than none at all.

"Ok."