On the third floor were sound-insulated guitar rooms and study rooms, each with a grand piano and a variety of other different instruments, such as violin, oboe, cello, flute and so on. There were all kinds of books neatly placed on the shelves in the study room.

On the fourth floor, there were storage rooms and display rooms. This villa was filled with the owner's status and status.

In the city of Shenhai on Planet Bolivia, such a villa was unprecedented. This also allowed people to clearly understand the owner of this villa in this society can not be underestimated status.

This was Xiao Yue's home. It was luxurious, luxurious, and had everything, but there was only one thing that Xiao Yue did not want the most. That was the love of his parents.

Xiao Yue's parents divorced when he was a child. Because Xiao Yue was still young at that time, the court sentenced Xiao Yue to Xiao Yue's mother.

However, Xiao Yue's parents soon got married again. Although Xiao Yue's mother loved Xiao Yue very much and Xiao Yue's stepfather loved Xiao Yue very much, Xiao Yue had never accepted them.

Since he was fourteen, Xiao Yue had left his mother's and stepfather's house and lived in this villa. This villa was also the only and last thing his father had left him.

In Xiao Yue's memories, his father's image was very vague. He only knew that his father was a retired soldier who went into business and made his fortune by trading in ores. The money he had spent so far had been funded by his father. It could be said that without his father, he would not be as rich and comfortable as he was now. However, this was all that Xiao Yue had to offer. To him, his father was a stranger who provided a source of livelihood.

Xiao Yue's mother is a born romantic musician. Xiao Yue only knew that his mother had won many awards in music when she was young. She was a very talented musician and was also recognized as a beautiful musician in the music industry at that time.

Mother who only liked music and did not like working and earning money could only choose to join a man who could support her one after another. Therefore, when Xiao Yue's mother divorced his father, Xiao Yue's mother quickly found another man to marry.

This left an indelible pain in Xiao Yue's young heart. This also made Xiao Yue have always been wary of women and kept a distance from them.

Facing the empty house, Xiao Yuezao was already used to it, but the loneliness that no one spoke made Xiao Yue's heart empty. He habitually returned to his room, threw his schoolbag aside, changed his clothes, and walked upstairs to the zither room.

Although Xiao Yue did not like his mother's life, he inherited his mother's talent for music.

Xiao Yue's talent in music even surpassed his mother's. He began to learn to play the piano at the age of five and the violin at the age of ten. Xiao Yue, now 18, has surpassed Xiao Yue's mother in piano and violin.

However, Xiao Yue did not really care about his talent. He did not deliberately go to further study to explore his talent in music. He just followed the natural course of development, neither happy nor sad. He was also indifferent to the admiration and appreciation of others.

Xiao Yue only played the piano when he wanted to play the piano, and played a few times when he wanted to play the violin. He never purposely demanded enterprising, nor would he take the grade certificate examination like many music loving classmates. Perhaps the more Xiao Yue was afraid that if he really fell into it, he would become a person like his mother.

'I want to play the zither in the zither room for a while today,' Xiao Yue instructed his nanny. 'Don't arrange my dinner tonight. You guys eat first.'

'"Understood," Xiao Yue's nanny Aunt Luo stood aside. "Since when are you hungry? Tell me, and I'll order people to do it again."

"Understood," Xiao Yuebian replied as he went upstairs to the zither room.

Entering the zither room, Xiao Yue sat quietly beside the piano, his fingers gently covering the keys of the zither. As he thought about the music he wanted to play, Su Nuo's appearance flashed in his mind for some reason.

He had only seen this girl once in a while in the classroom. She always looked soft and weak, and she felt like she could faint at any time.

Her hair was very long, black and a little yellow. Her skin might be especially white because of illness. Her thin eyebrows were wrinkled because of illness, but her large eyes were not sad at all. On the contrary, her gaze was very calm.

Xiao Yue had never thought about how he would interact with such a sickly girl, but today, for some reason, he had been circling around this girl all day.

From when she stopped herself from bullying a junior at the school gate to when she followed her to the library and saw her get sick. He carried her back to the classroom and took her medicine.

Afterwards, he actually helped her defend her brother's words, and the girl kept thanking him. In the end, he even sent her home. This was truly inconceivable.

Xiao Yue thought about what had happened today. He involuntarily stood up and left the piano. He picked up the violin beside him. A soothing Taylor meditation song slowly flowed out from Xiao Yue's fingertips like a stream.

The slow and melodious melody caused Xiao Yue's mind to constantly flash back with the girl's appearance. He frowned in pain, looked happy, and stood in front of him stubbornly despite being clearly afraid. The scenes were as clear as if there was a movie in Xiao Yue's mind.

Xiao Yue frowned. In order to stop thinking about that girl, he stood up, picked up the violin, and played Paganini's clock. He wanted to use a fast rhythm tune to prevent himself from thinking about that girl called Su Nuo, but the effect was not obvious.

These songs were familiar to Xiao Yue, so even if he was thinking about something else, his hands would subconsciously pull the songs out fluently.

Xiao Yue pulled a few of Paganini's 24 capriccios until he felt that he could finally stop circling the girl in his head.

Xiao Yue put down his violin and walked to the window of the zither room. He looked out of the window at a quiet garden, and his mind flashed with the events of the day, causing Xiao Yue to have an unreal feeling.

He had always disliked getting close to girls, but he had been entangled with such a sickly girl all day.

Xiao Yue didn't like this kind of entanglement. He felt that he shouldn't have made a bet with that girl. Xiao Yue regretted his impulsive decision. He decided to make it clear to that girl tomorrow and cancel that ridiculous bet.

After sorting out his thoughts, Xiao Yue walked back to his room, bathed himself, changed his clothes, and lay comfortably on the bed.

Just as Xiao Yue wanted to turn on the stereo and listen to the music for a while, the communicator beeped, indicating that it was Xing Yang.

"Why are you looking for me?" Xiao Yue picked up Xing Yang's phone and lazily asked, "Shouldn't you be having dinner with your family now?"

'"I've already finished eating. You don't need to look at the time." Xing Yang called to gossip. "Let me ask you something. You can't be serious about what happened during the day, right?"

"What happened during the day?" Xiao Yue still said lazily with his eyes closed.

"It's that bet," Xing Yang thought to himself. Could it be that this big brother had already forgotten about the bet?

Xiao Yue's tone was also filled with disdain, "I'll cancel tomorrow. I don't want to have anything to do with that kind of girl. It's so troublesome."

Xing Yang thought that Xiao Yue's problem of not liking girls to get close to him was already good, so it was really just an impulse. "That's right, I'm still curious why you started to get entangled with girls in an abnormal manner."

"Nothing. Do you have anything else to say? If not, I will turn off the video." Xiao Yue extended his hand to turn off the video.

"Can't I care about you for a moment?" Xing Yang was speechless at Xiao Yue's indifference.

"No, thank you," Xiao Yue said as he pressed down the video.