Bo Yuxu was very interested in the topic of 'earning more by competing.' Wen Qiaozhe held up his fingers to indicate a number. Bo Yuxu was shocked inside but remained calm on the surface, because he didn't want others to think he was a country bumpkin who knew nothing. But the next second, a gasp came from Ji Yanyi beside him. "What? You can earn that much!" Bo Yuxu felt a strange balance in his heart, because Ji Yanyi, the city boy, didn't know either. Bo Yuxu adjusted the strap slipping off his shoulder, glanced slightly outward, then looked back firmly. "So, is it just you earning that much, or do many people earn that much?" Wen Qiaozhe rubbed his chin, thinking about how to put it. "Of course, it's just a small group of people." To participate in such competitions, you first needed piano certification. Very few people his age could reach his level. Actually, he was pretty impressive. Wen Qiaozhe raised his head proudly and couldn't help teasing the two. "By the way, you really don't know anything about what you're learning." Bo Yuxu's knowledge of the piano came only from the teacher and Yanyi. If he hadn't heard it, it meant they hadn't mentioned it. Bo Yuxu turned to look at Ji Yanyi, who was scratching his head with an embarrassed grin, and felt that this... should be blamed on the teacher. He coughed twice and spoke gently. "Can you show us around?" Of course. Wen Qiaozhe suddenly felt a strong sense of responsibility. He walked ahead, leading the two, with a bit of a triumphant swagger. Then he realized that emotionally, he had always been the one coaxing Yanyi, who was five months younger. Now, was he being coaxed by an even younger kid? Yanyi, your brother seems much more mature than you. Bo Yuxu bought three bottles of soda on the way. Because his stomach was weak, his was the only one not iced. Before them was the grand theater. Under the layered stairs was the central stage. Without demonstration, he could almost picture the piano placed in the center, a spotlight shining down. It was really captivating. Bo Yuxu's cheeks flushed, and for a moment he was enchanted. He calmed down and asked curiously, "When you perform here, does your mother always come with you?" Wen Qiaozhe nodded. Of course. Not only did she accompany him, but she also took photos. It might sound a bit narcissistic, but at home, he had a large wall of photos of himself. He coughed twice. "She's always busy when she comes." Bo Yuxu: "What do you mean by busy?" "Of course, busy telling other parents how she raised such an excellent child." Bo Yuxu took a deep breath. He thought either other parents came to learn from Wen Qiaozhe's excellence, or his parents couldn't help showing off. Either way, Bo Yuxu admitted he looked forward to it. When he came to his senses, he found the sun was almost setting. It was nearly summer, so the days were getting longer, meaning it was already quite late. Both families had curfews. Bo Yuxu nodded and said goodbye. At home, he debated whether to tell them he wanted to participate in competitions to show ambition, or directly say he wanted to make money. Both seemed fine and didn't conflict. Bo Yuxu ate his meal tastelessly. When he looked up and met Ji Xingzhi's gaze, he almost instinctively said, "I'm going to participate in piano competitions to win prize money." Ji Xingzhi: "..." This kid had taken a big blow. He had said that if the kid wanted to be as rich as him, he would have to inherit his legacy. He also thought kids should enjoy being kids without getting involved in earning money so early. But when he said it, it always came out wrong. He was used to that. He changed the angle, spreading one hand. "If you're in such a hurry to make money, people will think the family isn't giving you enough allowance." He didn't expect Ji Xingzhi to care about such things. Bo Yuxu remembered that if a wife worked, the husband might feel he wasn't earning enough—that was machismo. Then was Ji Xingzhi's attitude 'father-ismo'? Bo Yuxu showed an indescribable expression. "Who knows if it's enough? You've never given any." Indeed, the allowance at home was always given by Bo Xin. Ji Xingzhi had never been involved and didn't know the appropriate amount. But he gave the family twenty thousand yuan every month? Ji Xingzhi's questioning gaze turned to Bo Xin. She was picky about the dishes, but felt that after eating fried chicken, she should cleanse her stomach, so she ate reluctantly. Unable to focus, she also kept an eye on the table conversation. Now hearing this, she looked at Ji Xingzhi's failed expression and couldn't help but laugh. "You see, this is the importance of being there." In the eyes of children, money came from her hands. Who gave it to her? That wasn't important. After her attack, she didn't bother looking at Ji Xingzhi's face. She focused on Yuxu's request. She thought for a moment. "How about we bring the piano back?" It would be convenient to practice at home. Ji Yanyi beside her remembered the time when he had to suck in his stomach just to go to the bathroom when the piano was in the living room. Eating while looking at it felt very strange. If he hadn't known the price, he might have eaten noodle soup on it. Because the piano stool was so comfortable. Now, looking at his slightly larger belly and build, he shook his head vigorously while gnawing on a chicken wing. "It takes up too much space!" Bo Xin hesitated. This was when the advantage of owning a villa became apparent—more space, more things. Bo Xin tapped her finger lightly and made a decision casually. "Then let's put it at your grandparents' house." Although it didn't match the antique furniture, for the kids' sake, the adults could make do. Bo Xin chuckled and planned to bring the piano over in the afternoon. Ji Xingzhi went with her. He had nothing to do in the afternoon, and some exercise was good. Also, he was curious about one thing. Most of the houses were rented out, but a few were not. There were ones closer than this place, so why choose that one? Bo Xin looked puzzled. "You've become rich and forgotten where you lived before you got rich?" Ji Xingzhi sneered. "Of course not." His memory wasn't that bad. But that wasn't the point. "...I asked why that one in particular." Bo Xin remembered it was a detached small courtyard, not a villa—a row of single-story houses, quite cramped, but the layout was good for furniture. Also, she had a slight concern. "I don't want someone else sleeping in the bed I've slept in." Ji Xingzhi covered his mouth, feeling oddly about that statement. They soon arrived. Ji Xingzhi noticed nothing had changed. He remembered when they first got married, the child was still in Bo Xin's belly. Now, he had grown into a troublesome kid. His photos and awards were still in a cabinet. That cabinet was the one Bo Xin had moved from his room. It was ordinary but practical. The top was a glass display cabinet, and the bottom was a drawer cabinet. Ji Xingzhi took a step back, reaching the door. He noticed something. Why was his stuff casually thrown aside, while the piano stood alone in the center of the living room, as if untouched by the world? Was that appropriate? Ji Xingzhi looked back and forth and felt he needed a reasonable explanation. Bo Xin showed a helpless expression at this fuss. "It's because we used different moving companies back then." Really? He didn't believe it. In the end, it was all about money. The piano was expensive, so the moving company must have been pricey. So this time, it would also be expensive. Ji Xingzhi easily made the judgment. He tilted his head and patted the dusty cabinet. "When the movers come, this needs to be moved too." Bo Xin felt she had to remind him. "This time, the piano is going to my parents' house." Ji Xingzhi knew moving companies well. "Within three kilometers, it can be considered the same place. If it's too far, I can pay extra." Bo Xin: "..." She had never seen such a fussy person. Did he have to move the cabinet together with the piano to highlight its importance? Bo Xin hadn't been interested, but now she couldn't help wanting to take a look. "What's inside the cabinet?" Ji Xingzhi exaggerated an incredulous expression. "You don't even know what's inside, and you just sent it away?" Bo Xin indeed hadn't looked at it back then, but she never fell for self-justification. "You didn't even ask back then. Just because I'm sending it away doesn't make it important." She reached out to look, but paused because of the dust. Ji Xingzhi noticed. He immediately grabbed Bo Xin's hand and pulled her back. "Let's go test the piano's sound. It's been a while since it was used." Ji Xingzhi's fingers moved slightly, remembering the itchiness of Bo Xin's hand when she touched his wound. Back then, she was the doctor, full of authority. Now, holding her fair hand in his gave a different feeling. He curled his lips slightly, acting as if nothing had happened, and had her sit on the chair. Bo Xin had a question. "Do you know how to play the piano?" Ji Xingzhi nodded. "Of course." But he only knew one piece—no need to mention that. He had learned it from a foreigner in a restaurant. Having seen the instrument for the first time, he focused and memorized the tune. Later, he performed it at a gathering, which led to a successful partnership. So he was very familiar with that piece. Bo Xin directed casually, "Then play Fauré's Nocturne and Barcarolle." What was that? He had never heard of it. Ji Xingzhi: "...Sorry, no requests here." Bo Xin gave him an amused look. Ji Xingzhi pretended not to notice. Bo Xin: "..." She had forgotten that he also had a thick-skinned side.