After the two young girls left, only Chen Chufan and Uncle Fu, the old and the young were left in the living room. The huge living room suddenly seemed a little empty, especially the old one, who was just smiling and looked at the younger one with a slightly exploratory look, which made Chen Chufan quite uncomfortable.

"I know why I invited you to dinner?" The old man finally spoke, which made Chen Chufan feel much more relaxed. When facing the silent Uncle Fu, although he had a smile on his face, there was still an invisible pressure covering Chen Chufan. Chen Chufan had only experienced this feeling in Han Xiaoxi's father. Many years later, Chen Chufan realized that it was a mysterious thing called momentum.

"I heard it's because your daughter likes piano." Chen Chufan replied honestly.

"There is this reason, but not all." The old man nodded, then shook his head again.

After saying a few words, the servant who had just left brought two cups of tea and walked into the living room. Chen Chufan could only temporarily suppress his doubts. He waited until the maid who was a good Chinese language put two cups of tea in front of the two of them, turned around and left before he asked, "Why don't Uncle Fu invite the kid today?"

"Because you are very special, because you are a person with secrets!" Uncle Fu's face suddenly became serious and his voice became much higher.

Chen Chufan was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, my whole body stiffened, my back became cold, and a chill rose from my heart involuntarily, especially at this moment, Fu Bo looked at his eyes with his bright eyes, as if he could see through his secrets, which made Chen Chufan feel a little frightened. It was not that he was afraid, but that he was suddenly nervous about being told about the secret. Especially the boy was not alone now, and there was a cute son of ball beside him.

He forced a smile out of his stiff face, and the boy said in a slight voice: "Uncle Fu is so humorous. I am just a poor boy. What's the secret?"

Uncle Fu regained a light smile on his face, but in Chen Chufan's eyes, this smile was like a cunning fox baring his teeth.

"I wasn't sure at first, but depending on your reaction, you really have any amazing secrets, classmate Chen." Uncle Fu picked up the tea leaves in front of him, blew them gently, and then said slowly.

Chen Chufan was so upset inside. He was really too young. He was cheated of being deceived by the old man in front of him with a casual word. But when he knew that the old man in front of him was just guessing and not knowing his secret, especially Qiuqiu's secret, his mentality quickly calmed down.

I think so, if the Fu Uncle Fu really knew Qiuqiu's secret, he took out Qiuqiu in front of him just now, but he didn't see any special expression.

The super fast reaction was, thinking of the old man in front of him last night who went to see the concert where he participated, Chen Chufan could not analyze it. This Uncle Fu must have caused suspicion because of the chaos caused by the balls last night. After knowing it, he felt much more at ease. His mind quickly turned to make up for his lies, but he quickly calmed down and even showed a relaxed smile.

Chen Chufan imitated the old man, picked up the teacup and drank it lightly, and then said lightly: "Uncle Fu is joking with the boy again. Who has no secrets these days? If you dare to say that you are a transparent person, you will be embarrassed to say hello to others when you go out."

Seeing the boy calmed down quickly, Uncle Fu was a little surprised, but it also made Uncle Fu more interested in the boy in front of him. It is rare to have such a mind at a young age.

"Oh?" Uncle Fu did not refute the young man's words, but still smiled like a fox.

Chen Chufan simply held the teacup in his hand, neither looking at Uncle Fu's deep smile nor speaking. He still understood the truth that too much would lead to mistakes, especially when dealing with this obviously scheming old guy.

"I have no malice towards you, nor do I intend to explore your secrets." In the end, Uncle Fu spoke first. "The day after tomorrow is my daughter's birthday. I want to invite you to play a song specifically for the little girl. I wonder if Xiao Chen can appreciate her face?"

"Actually, when it comes to piano solo, Sister Yuanyuan is better at it!" Chen Chufan touched his head and said with a pure look. He felt that the old man in front of him was definitely not as easy to deal with as he seemed. This made Chen Chufan subconsciously want to reduce his energy and contact with this old man.

"What? Are you afraid of exposing your piano sound to be hypnotic? Or do you have the ability to be hypnotic by yourself?" Uncle Fu asked suddenly.

Uncle Fu's words completely relieved Chen Chufan. Everything was just the old man's guess, so it would be easier to explain. Chen Chufan had a thought in his mind, but his face looked as if he was stunned: "The ability to hypnosis? Uncle Fu, have you read too much X files?"

"Oh? So you can't hypnotic? Then what is your ability?" Uncle Fu asked casually without being moved by Chen Chufan's words.

Hearing that the old guy had not given up on his temptation, Chen Chufan simply began to make a fuss. "Uncle Fu, I'm really invisible. I really have some special abilities and special identities. But I tell you, don't talk to others indiscriminately!"

"Oh? Let's hear it!" Uncle Fu said with interest.

"Oh, then I will tell Uncle Fu first to tell my identity. Actually, I am a trainer and a Buddhist and Taoist person. I have come from Shaolin Temple. The secret master of Shaolin is 80% hot, and I am now ordered by the Buddha Sect to be the Vajra Guardian of Guiyuan Temple. This time, I temporarily resigned from my Dharma protector because I went abroad to study, and my Buddhist token was also taken away by the Buddhist temple. However, when I returned to China, I still have to take on these Buddhist positions! The power of hypnosis in the piano you mentioned is one of the only methods of the Buddha Sect. Given that the rules of the sect are inconvenient to let you know." Chen Chufan looked solemn, and he said the same as the truth.

"Puff!" "Cough, cough, cough" Fu Uncle Fu was also very good at qi cultivation, but was also broken by Chen Chufan's words. The sip of tea he was about to swallow was choked in his throat, followed by a violent cough.

The disciples of the Buddhist sect came to M Chinese to learn piano? What a scattered mind that he could come up with such incredible nonsense! Is this young man coaxing ghosts? No ghost can believe these nonsense, but it seems that the young man still has a solemn face and a serious look, which really makes people complain.

After finally recovering, Uncle Fu was about to speak, but Chen Chufan interrupted his speech. The young man was not moved by Uncle Fu's series of disobediences at all, and still had a solemn expression: "What? Uncle Fu, don't you believe it?"

Uncle Fu gave Chen Chufan a blank look? Is this something that makes people believe?

But Uncle Fu was not upset and asked instead: "As for this reason, have you been in Shaolin Temple for more than ten years?"

"Will that be there?" Chen Chufan answered very simply.

"Since you don't have it, where did you learn Shaolin skills?!" Uncle Fu asked immediately.

"Well, this is a long story for Uncle Fu!" Chen Chufan shook his head and said helplessly.

"It's okay, I'll talk about it for a long time, so I'll just say it slowly. Anyway, we still have more time! Uncle Fu likes to listen to young people tell stories!" Uncle Fu has a very serious word for telling stories.

"Since Uncle Fu wants to hear about the boy's experience, the boy just took his leave today. Everyone said that Uncle Yu Fu knows it! However, what I was about to say is not easy to get into the second person. I wonder if Uncle Fu is convenient here?" Chen Chufan hesitated for a moment before he said as if he had made up his mind, his eyes were still aiming around the living room, as if he was really afraid that someone would eavesdrop.

Uncle Fu looked at Chen Chufan with a smile. This kid was still breathing? Is it really that way to pretend?

"Since it's inconvenient to outsiders, why not go to my study! Come with me." Although Uncle Fu didn't believe Chen Chufan's nonsense at all, since the young man was going to perform, Uncle Fu didn't mind being an audience member, so he wanted to see what kind of play the young man could perform.

The study room is on the second floor.

Unlike ordinary people's study rooms, Uncle Fu's study rooms are simple and domineering, but they lack the fragrance of books. In front of the windowsill is a large two-way desk, and next to it is a two-story bookcase, but the books inside are only filled with a row of books on the top, and below is a shelf with a heavy saber that can only be seen occasionally in movies. The paintings hanging on the walls are also different from ordinary study rooms. There are no elegant scenery and the birds and beasts of the masses, but rather several large war scenes.

The door was closed tightly, and Uncle Fu was sitting leisurely at his desk, pulled open the drawer, took out a box of cigars, and signaled to Chen Chufan.

"Thank you, Uncle Fu, no need!" Chen Chufan sat opposite Uncle Fu and waved his hand.

"This is a top Cuban cigar, don't you try it?"

"To be honest, I really haven't learned this!" Chen Chufan said sincerely, but he remembered Xiaoxi's aphorism before leaving.

Seeing that Chen Chufan was not interested in his treasure, Uncle Fu took out one from the exquisite cigarette box, put it on the table and knocked on the door, then lit a cigar, took a hard sip, and then said, "If you talk in my study, you will never get into the ears of a third person. You can tell your story with confidence."

"Your uncle Fu actually saw that it was inappropriate. I won't hide it from you. You just told me about your experience. You have to ask Uncle Fu to keep it a secret for you. It's important. Remember not to let others know!" Chen Chufan said seriously with a solemn expression. It looks like that.
Chapter completed!