Rebirth in the 70s: After the fake daughter’s voice was leaked

Yan Ruyu pretended to look somewhere casually, pointed to the piano in the distance out of curiosity and asked, "Professor Zhao, can you play the piano?"

Zhao Beichen smiled and nodded.

"Fortunately, I learned some when I was young."

A hint of success flashed in Yan Ruyu's eyes.

"Then, Professor Zhao, can you play a piece of music for me? It doesn't matter if it sounds good or not."

Zhao Beichen looked at Yan Ruyu's expectant eyes and gently put down the chopsticks in his hand, "Okay, then I'll play a song."

Zhao Beichen walked to the piano, gently took away the red cloth on it, then sat down and gently touched the keys with his fingers.

He closed his eyes, recalled what he had learned, immersed himself in his own world, and began to play a beautiful tune.

The notes floated in the air, and Ruyu's heart also rose and fell.

She closed her eyes and immersed herself in the beautiful music.

This piece seems to be a story, telling a child's growth and infinite childhood fantasies. Every note is full of lightness and joy, allowing people to feel the relaxation brought by the music.

Zhao Beichen's fingers danced on the keys, his eyes focused and gentle.

His musical skills are not exquisite, but he is indeed proficient, and he plays every note to the fullest.

The melody of the song is sometimes passionate and sometimes gentle, as if it is beginning to explain every scene in my childlike fantasy.

Yan Ruyu sat at the dining table, supporting her head with one hand and swaying slightly to feel the music.

However, one hand reached towards the bottle of foreign wine dishonestly.

While Zhao Beichen was concentrating on playing the piano, Yan Ruyu secretly poured herself two glasses of foreign wine, still using cups filled with boiled water.

In a short time, more than half of the wine in the foreign wine bottle was missing.

Yan Ruyu also started to feel heavily drunk after drinking two glasses of foreign wine.

Her cheeks were slightly red and her eyes were a little blurry, but she still kept smiling, fearing that Zhao Beichen would suddenly turn around and notice her state.

The music played by Zhao Beichen became more and more passionate, and the melody of the music seemed to be flowing through the whole house.

Yan Ruyu closed her eyes, and her thoughts began to wander under the influence of alcohol.

Yan Ruyu's eyes focused on Zhao Beichen again, and she saw his focused and passionate eyes.

She stood up, holding the half glass of wine in her hand, wandered over to Zhao Beichen, and gently put her hand on his shoulder.

Lowering her eyes, "The music played by Professor Zhao is really nice..." As she spoke, Yan Ruyu took another mouthful.

There was suddenly a smell of alcohol around Zhao Beichen, which made Zhao Beichen frown.

Then I thought about Yan Ruyu having drunk a little wine just now, so I didn't pay much attention to it.

When the song ended, Zhao Beichen stopped dancing his fingers, and the living room was filled with silence.

Zhao Beichen slowly turned his head, looked at Yan Ruyu and said with a smile, "This is a song I composed after I learned the piano when I was a child. I hope Miss Yan likes it."

Yan Ruyu first took a sip of wine, then patted Zhao Beichen on the shoulder and sighed, "Professor Zhao, your piano skills are really great. If you didn't say that you learned it when you were a child, I, I'm afraid I would think that you did." What you’ve learned recently.”

Yan Ruyu discovered that Professor Zhao in front of him was not only an excellent Hainan University teacher and his tutor, but also a perfect person in almost everything.

When Zhao Beichen was playing the piano just now, he did smell the smell of alcohol, and it was relatively strong. Thinking that she had been drunk just now, he didn't pay attention.

But...at this moment, looking at the cup in Yan Ruyu's hand, she fell into deep thought.

That cup was the cup she had filled with boiled water for him just now, but for some reason, she just felt that the cup in her hand was weird.

Yan Ruyu narrowed her eyes slightly and burped uncontrollably, and a strong smell of alcohol floated out of her mouth.

The strong smell of alcohol wafted into Zhao Beichen's nose, and Zhao Beichen suddenly realized something.

He grabbed the cup from Yan Ruyu's hand, brought it to his nose and smelled it. In order to determine what was in it, he took a sip.

After confirming that the cup was not filled with water but wine, Zhao Beichen frowned.

Zhao Beichen turned to look in the direction of the dining table and saw that the bottle of foreign wine that was originally almost full was only about half a bottle left!

Zhao Beichen's face suddenly darkened, he pursed his lips tightly, and there was a coldness in his eyes.

Because Yan Ruyu drank too much wine, she didn't care so much at this time, and even reached out to try to snatch the wine back from Zhao Beichen's hand.

"Professor Zhao, don't steal my wine. If you still want to drink, there are some over there. You can pour it yourself!"

"Professor Zhao, please return the wine to me quickly. I put a lot of effort into pouring this wine. Don't grab it..."

When Zhao Beichen heard this, he frowned and grabbed her noisy hand.

"What do you mean, Miss Yan? What do you mean, you poured a lot of effort into pouring this wine? Can you tell me what it means?"

Yan Ruyu didn't realize yet that she was about to get into trouble at this moment.

He didn't know whether he was alive or not, smiling proudly.

"I got this wine by tricking Professor Zhao! Hehehehe."

Zhao Beichen narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Yan Ruyu in front of him with a pair of dark eyes.

"Oh? Miss Yan, how do you say this? Can you tell me the details?"

"You really want to hear it?"

"Well, I want to hear it." Zhao Beichen tried to speak calmly.

Yan Ruyu was in a daze and didn't realize how big the consequences her answer would have at this moment. She just answered when the person opposite asked.

"Let me tell you, I actually asked Professor Zhao to play the piano on purpose, because only if he plays the piano, he won't hold the bottle of foreign wine all the time, burp."

"If he doesn't hold the bottle of foreign wine, I, I will have the opportunity to pour myself another glass. Hey, what you have in your hand is the third glass I poured! Hiccup!"

"Now that I've told you what happened, can you return that glass of wine to me?"

A dangerous chill flashed across Zhao Beichen's eyes.

Didn't she say she wanted to pour herself a drink? Why did the cup in my hand become the third cup?

However, she may be right. The drink in her hand is probably the third glass. After all, the foreign wine is too much.

If you just poured out a cup, it would be impossible to lose that much, leaving less than half a bottle!

I really regretted agreeing to give her a taste of foreign wine!

If she hadn't agreed, she wouldn't have thought so much, let alone tried every means to drink, and even tried to push herself to the piano...