Chapter 335 Moms of Autistic Children (33)

   This small space was silent except for the young piano sound, and even a few people including Yin Yin held their breath.

   Until the end of the song, everyone still did not recover.

   In the end, Yuan Xun was the first to slow down. He looked at the little boy beside him, his eyes full of light, as if he had suddenly seen Baoyu, he couldn't move his eyes.

   He raised his head and asked, "This lady, your child should have never touched the piano before, right?" Although he asked this question, he already had the answer in his heart.

  Yin Yin calmed down, her excitement was almost calmed down, but she was still a little dizzy: "Yes, he has never been in contact with him."

Yuan Xun's excitement is visible to the naked eye: "He is a genius at learning the piano. He is only three years old. He only watched it once, listened to the class once, wrote it down, and played it once. He is very talented in music. "

  Yuansu himself is a music lover, this will see how a little genius can not be excited.

"Can he stay and teach? I will teach him personally without charging tuition." Yuan Xun teaches children here, and he charges tuition fees, and because of his fame, the tuition fees are very high, but now, even if it is free , he wanted to keep the child.

The staff of the art center on the side were stunned. Others did not know the identity of Teacher Yuan, but they knew that when Teacher Yuan came here to teach, it was because of being friends with their boss, and the boss also offered high Amount of substitute fee.

   In the Art Center, Teacher Yuan has always been a special existence compared to other teachers.

   Yin Yin naturally wanted Gu Jiamu to stay.

   She didn't want him to be like other children, he had to learn some art, she just wanted to carry forward his strengths, she just thought that his world would no longer be lonely and he would no longer be alone.

   If his family can't get in, let the music accompany him.

   Yin Yin also likes music, she knows the healing power contained in music.

  Yin Yin squatted down, took Gu Jiamu's hand with both hands, tried to calm herself down, and asked, "Mumu, do you want to play the piano?"

   said, Yin Yin pressed the piano keys a few times, making a melodious sound.

  Gu Jiamu just looked at her, her little lips pursed tightly.

   "Play the piano, do you want it?" Yin Yin asked again.

   Just when Yin Yin thought that Gu Jiamu would not answer, the little guy's full red lips moved and uttered a word: "Yes."

   Probably because he hadn't spoken for a long time, his soft and waxy voice was a little hoarse.

  Yin Yin froze in place, staring at Gu Jiamu, did she hear it wrong, or Mumu really spoke.

   For some reason, Yin Yin's fingers trembled uncontrollably, and her heart was beating violently.

   When Gu Jiamu stretched out his hand and pulled her finger with his fingertips, her breathing became lighter.

  This time, she really heard clearly.

  Gu Jiamu said, "Mom, piano, I want it."

   A few words are not connected, and they are spoken intermittently.

  Yin Yin's eyes flushed when she heard the soft mother's voice, and she couldn't control her tears. She trembled with her fingers to hug the little guy fiercely in her arms, but she was afraid that he would be frightened by herself.

  Gu Jiamu stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the tears from Yin Yin's face with his fingers. His movements were light and clumsy.

   (end of this chapter)