Rebirth of the National Male God

"What do you mean?" Su Yueban guessed that this matter had something to do with that Mu Shiyi, "Dad, you should make it clear."

"Sit down." Su Qiangsheng sat down first, and waited for Su Yueban to sit next to him, then pointed to the chat records in his ZZ account: "Do you know who Mu Shiyi is?"

"I don't know." Su Yueban said bluntly.

"Guess you don't know, it's a fool's blessing."

Su Yueban didn't want to argue with his father anymore, she just wanted him to explain where her luck was?

Su Qiangsheng no longer whetted his appetite, and sighed to Su Yueban: "This Mu Shiyi is a legendary figure who rose up suddenly last year. There was no sign of it before, and he made a lot of money in the stock market without making a sound. Man, the most frightening thing is that he has never lost, and he can always seize the best time to advance and retreat freely. Among them, there is a lucky person who is in danger of bankruptcy, and he was brought back to life by a word, so the business circle knows this person Call him Little God of Wealth."

"Is it so mysterious?" Su Yueban doesn't know much about business matters, he prefers to play with his ZZ and plan, "Maybe it's a deliberate hype."

"Hype your size!" Su Qiangsheng scolded: "The money he earns is enough for you brat to spend a few lifetimes, why do you hype! If he really loves hype, he won't win too much in a year. There are clues, and only now has a name been revealed, and everyone doesn't even know who he is, how old he is, or what he looks like, it's all guesswork."

Su Yueban was even more surprised, "Why does such a hanging person help me? I don't know him!"

Su Qiangsheng looked at him with even more strange eyes, he wanted to know this question even more.

"Could it be that I really gave birth to a lucky star? Just like you, you met a Sihuang to help you pave the way in the front, and a little God of Wealth to help you wipe your butt in the back. It's really..."

Su Yueban looked at his father shaking his head and sighing, his face twisted.

I have never seen anyone look down on their son so much!

But Su Yueban was also surprised. Judging by his father's relaxed attitude, it can be seen that Mu Shiyi, the little God of Wealth, is really hanging. But why would such a hanging person find him and help him? Could it be that kindness broke out?

"Dad, are you really going to sell the golden horn? Are you afraid of being scammed?" Su Yueban was still worried.

He wasn't worried that his family's property would be lost, but that his father's heart couldn't bear it.

Su Qiangsheng said decisively: "Sell! Don't they want to buy this mess? I'll buy it for them!"

Who used to treat the mess in his mouth like a treasure and hold on to it to the death?

Su Yueban was suddenly curious about who Mu Shiyi was, and a simple sentence could change his father's mind.

"What if this Mu Shiyi is fake? Could it be someone else's conspiracy? Or is he actually cooperating with our enemy?"

"It's true." Su Qiangsheng clicked on the picture in the chat history to show Su Yueban, "With the shares he secretly acquired, he doesn't have to trouble himself to get the Golden Horn."

Su Yueban was still worried.

Su Qiangsheng understands his feelings, if he is suddenly helped by someone he doesn't know and pulls himself back to the world when he is facing death, he will feel as if he is in a dream.

But this matter was communicated to him through Su Yueban, so Su Qiangsheng calmed down instead.

Maybe his son is really a lucky star? Su Yueban performed exceptionally well in Jinghua University, which others couldn't get into!

In Jinghua University, I happened to meet such an outstanding child as Sihuang, and then he went on a smooth journey to achieve a height that most of his peers could not reach. He was close to finally breaking into a catastrophe, but because of a blessing in disguise, he was favored by the little God of Wealth, and a God of Wealth came. One word to solve the crisis.

Su Qiangsheng was almost jealous of his son.

If you are so lucky, there is really no one else!

City H.

After Si Huang got off the computer, she took a shower and walked home wearing a silk shirt.

Since she just woke up, Si Huang didn't feel sleepy at all. She walked in the villa, opening and closing the rooms one by one. When she reached a room with a piano, Si Huang stopped and walked towards the room walked in.

This room has a balcony with panoramic glass on one side. In addition to the piano, there is also a violin on the table, and the bookshelves against the wall are full of music-related books.

Si Huang lifted the tarpaulin covering the piano, slid her freshly washed fingers across the smooth lacquer surface of the piano, and then sat down with her hands on the black and white keys.

Maybe it's because of returning to the old place today, Sihuang's mood is unexpectedly different, and a trace of unspeakable inspiration emerges in his mind.

She suddenly opened her eyes, then stood up and ran quickly to the study. The slippers made a soft 'da da da' sound on the wooden floor, and Si Huang's mood became even more elevated.

Holding the mobile phone on the computer desk in the study room, she returned to the piano room at a faster speed, and returned to the front of the piano. Si Huang turned on the recording of the mobile phone, then laid down the black and white keys with both hands, and closed her eyes.

'Ding--'

The first notes sounded.

A series of simple and smart piano sounds sounded.

The tranquility of the night, the sudden dark clouds, the stormy rain, the cold darkness seems to hide a vicious devil, you think you are about to be swallowed, but you find that the devil is smiling, his laughter is mysterious and ghostly. When the dark clouds cleared and the morning light fell, even the devil's laughter became clear and clear. It turned out that it was not a devil, but the sound of leaves being blown by the strong wind. There are also elves flying around.

An impromptu performance, an original piano piece.

Si Huang stopped the last note, and even her mood became clear and empty. She smiled and turned off the recording of her mobile phone, and then sent it to Yu Chen with a message, asking him to find someone to write the song.

Feather's message came back quickly, indicating that he hadn't slept yet at this point.

"You created it originally? What's the name?"

Si Huang thought for a while, and sent a letter, "Sleepwalking."

After this message passed, there was no reply from Yuxi for a minute, and Si Huang guessed that he might have listened to the latest song.

Looking at the decorations in the room, Si Huang felt different, and suddenly felt that it would be nice to face the Bai family tomorrow.

Music is indeed a skill and an art that can cultivate people's sentiments and vent their emotions.

Si Huang stood up, unconsciously pressing her fingers on the black and white keys, teasing herself and thinking arrogantly: This talent is bestowed by the person who loves her, and has nothing to do with Si Zhihan.

A thought came up, and Sihuang laughed at herself for having such a naive idea, but she didn't hate this naivety, it was the right she lacked before.