novelraw Chapter 874: United as Brothers, Their Strength Can Break Gold (Part 1)
Chapter 874: United as Brothers, Their Strength Can Break Gold (Part 1)
Mo Yinhe with a stern face said coldly, "Brat, I shouldn’t have brought you over so early!"
When this brat wasn’t around, the house wasn’t lively enough, so Mo Yinhe missed his son. Now that he’s back, he’s always stealing his lines. They say father and son are archenemies from a past life, and it seems that’s absolutely true!
Ye Nianbai stuck out his tongue and made a face at Mo Yinhe. Seeing him get up, he smartly turned his little butt and ran to the doorway of the living room, holding onto the door frame, and cheekily said to Mo Yinhe, "Dad, I’ll take care of you too."
"I don’t need you to take care of me, go out and play!" Mo Yinhe replied with a stern face.
Ye Nianbai laughed mischievously several times, shaking his head as he continued to poke at the ant nest by the door.
He had stayed in the Undersea World for many days, and there were no ants there, so after returning, even ants felt familiar to him. However, his affectionate gesture was to dig up the ants’ nests, leaving Ye Jingzhe astounded.
Ye Nianbai hummed, "Then you’re going to tour the gardens with Fengyin and the others."
Gu Shurong, Xi Lei, Su Chaoyang, and Bo Fengyin had never visited the Ye Family estate before, so the little ones banded together to explore the estate while Ye Shen was leading them around.
Ye Jingzhe’s voice was indifferent and cold: "Not interested."
Ye Nianbai teasingly said, "Watching me poke an ant nest, you’re interested in that, aren’t you?"
Ye Jingzhe pursed his thin, cool lips, remained silent, and walked into the house with small steps.
Seeing a piano in the corner of the living room, Ye Jingzhe gracefully walked over, sat down, opened the piano lid, and started playing elegantly.
He had been learning piano for two years and could already play complex pieces. Among those sitting in the living room, except for Si Mingjing, everyone else could play the piano.
After listening for a few minutes, everyone realized Ye Jingzhe’s profound talent in piano, with unlimited potential.
"This child has a knack for music, he’s calm, and the piano suits him perfectly," Ye Siyuan commented, then laughed, "He even dances well when drunk. It’s a pity he can’t enter the music world, or he would definitely become a great music master."
Si Mingjing couldn’t play the piano. She sat on the sofa leisurely, listening and eating the sugar tangerines Mo Yinhe peeled for her.
Seeing her engrossed, Mo Yinhe asked, "Want to learn piano?"
"Isn’t it too late to start now? I heard piano needs to be learned from a young age," Si Mingjing regretted, pondered for a moment, then turned to Mo Yinhe with hope, "Could I play the piano before? Maybe I can learn it without a teacher again."
Si Mingjing was full of hope, thinking that although she hadn’t learned in this life, it didn’t mean she couldn’t play as Bai Jiusi. Maybe sitting in front of the piano, she could play beautiful melodies."
Unexpectedly, Ye Siyuan next to her chuckled.
"Sister-in-law, you used to learn everything very quickly, except for the piano. No matter how my brother taught you, it was all in vain."
Si Mingjing asked Mo Yinhe regretfully, "Is that true?"
Mo Yinhe pulled her into his arms, saying, "Who says that? Baby is the smartest; there’s nothing you can’t learn, only whether you want to learn or not."
So, was it that she didn’t learn sincerely before?
Seeing Ye Siyuan laughing beside her, she felt Mo Yinhe might be comforting her.
"Maybe in my last life I didn’t have the music cells, but in this life, I do. I want to learn piano."
Si Mingjing suddenly had the idea to challenge the version of herself Ye Siyuan claimed lacks music cells. Her dragon dance was so good, proving she has talent in the arts.
Si Mingjing aspirationally said, "Will you teach me?"
"Are you sure you really want to learn?" Mo Yinhe didn’t understand her sudden interest.
When she was Bai Jiusi, she hated playing the piano the most. He once sincerely wanted to teach her, but she had no interest in it, which frustrated him, who wanted her skilled in the four arts.
Later, Mo Yinhe figured it out. His baby didn’t need to be skilled in the four arts, just needed to be smart.
"Okay, I’ll teach you."
Mo Yinhe, full of enthusiasm, waited until Ye Jingzhe finished playing a few pieces, then had his son give up the seat.
He took her to the piano, starting with the black and white keys, and began teaching with the simplest "Two Little Mice".
Si Mingjing was very interested, she understood with just a listen, and learned instantly. However, piano playing isn’t just about knowing; it’s about muscle memory, mastering the keyboard, and requires daily practice.
Later, when the butler announced dinner, Si Mingjing was reluctant to leave the piano.
Mo Yinhe said, "Let’s eat first. From tomorrow, I’ll teach you for an hour each day, as long as you have the perseverance to stick with it and not do it intermittently."
Si Mingjing raised her eyebrows, full of confidence, and said, "You know I’m not the type to give up easily. Whatever I want to learn, I’ll persist until I master it, just treating it as cultivating a new hobby for myself."
Mo Yinhe patted her head, encouraging her, "I have faith in you."
Ye Shen brought the Little Dragon kids back from touring the yard, each one dusty from playing, and was urged by the old lady to wash up and change into clean clothes before eating.
Gu Shurong, the little chubby doll, was the first to put on his cool kids’ clothes, his big black eyes scanning the dining table for the roast meat dish. He quickly scrambled to find a place to sit in the most convenient spot for grabbing meat, making the adults laugh heartily.
Gu Shurong, the little chubby one, hummed exaggeratedly, deftly grabbing two pieces of roast meat and putting them in his small bowl, saying, "What’s so funny about me liking to eat meat? Don’t you all like meat too? Always laughing at me, it’s too much!"
After saying that, he even picked a piece and put it in Ye Jingzhe, the Little Bingshan’s bowl.
The old lady laughed, "No laughing, no laughing, Shurong respects his brother the most. Every time he eats meat, he never forgets to give Zhezhe a piece. Brothers should be like this, sharing meat together."
Ye Nianbai also liked meat. He wiggled his cute little Dragon Horns and argued, "Great-grandma, Little Chubby only gives meat to Ye Jingzhe. Whenever there’s something good, he only thinks of him and never gives me any meat."
Mo Yinhe gave him some meat and said, "You are the big brother, Shurong is the little brother. How come he doesn’t give you meat, and you don’t know how to give him meat actively? What’s there to argue about?"
Mo Yinhe had long noticed that even among the children, there were factions, which was not good!
He could already foresee, when they grew up, like the uncles, they’d split into two or even three factions. Not good at all, the Nine Dragon’s Struggle for the Throne from history was a lesson.
Bo Fengyin, Xi Lei, and Su Chaoyang, after changing their clothes, ran into the dining room, where Mo Yinhe, with a serious face, told the eight kids, "Daddy tells you, you are all real siblings. Be like Daddy and your Third Uncle, loving each other without distinguishing between close and distant, and definitely no life-and-death struggles. Do you understand?"