I'm not saying, your IQ is really bad

Chapter 572 Make things difficult?

I beg you three fighters to show mercy and let me, a powerless person, I only have the strength to hold a pen at best.

then……

Then, when I came back to my senses, I was already in the air.

I looked ahead blankly, and the captain gave me OK gestures from time to time.

"OK you dick! Can you fucking hurry up!!!" Although I was wearing this headset, I knew [-]% that they didn't hear me because I didn't press the communication button.

My god...I feel like my grandpa is deliberately torturing me...

Maybe it’s because he’s forgetful because he forgot that one of his grandsons is afraid of heights… and he’s especially afraid of the sea… and he’s also afraid of the sea. Helicopters are flying on the sea, and I just sit in the helicopter and use them In my last stubbornness, I roared in my heart about the impossible:

I want to go home!

There was a rustling sound from the headset, and two seconds later, the voice of the captain came through the headset: "Master, we will be there in 3 minutes. Look at the island on the right, isn't it beautiful!"

"Beautiful fart! I want to go down!!" I glanced at it casually, feeling a sense of fear spontaneously, as if I was in the air with my feet suspended in the air.

Taohua held my arm, patted my back lightly, and smiled softly at me.

No, I still want to go home, don't look at me like that!
The captain really did not lie. We did arrive 3 minutes later, but it took 5 minutes to descend above the destination. It is said that I was afraid that the sudden landing would cause me to feel unwell, but I was already unwell. Even want to throw up.

my feet!When my legs stretch out, I can feel the tender call of Mother Earth.

I stepped on the ground happily and returned to the embrace of Mother Earth. I opened my arms and breathed the air of the land. My legs weakened in a second and I vomited directly on the ground.

I'm sorry Mother Earth, I didn't mean to spit on you, maybe I was too excited.

The maids of my family hurried over, and the butler turned blue with fright. Amidst the noise, I finally... fainted...

"Hmm!" I slowly opened my eyes, the ancient ceiling fan was still shaking in winter, but there was no wind at all, so what kind of room is this?

"Master." Taohua ran over to the bed in panic, she supported my body, arranged the pillow behind me, and let me slowly lean down.

"I fainted again." The last time I came here, I seemed to fainted too.

"Young master, you're awake." The housekeeper's eyes showed a look of relief, "Master, we will improve the reception method in the future. I have already severely reprimanded the three bodyguards."

"Yes." Taohua stood beside the bed, her hands tightly clutching the apron.

It seems that she is very worried that something will happen to me.I reached out and touched the back of Taohua's hand, she raised her head in panic, I smiled lightly: "I'm fine."

Turning around, I saw the butler with an expression of "I understand", "Master, if..."

"No." I interrupted the housekeeper, "You don't have to guess anymore, this matter is normal for everyone. I just treat her as a family member."

"Okay, I'm really rude, young master." The butler put his left hand in front of his belly, his right hand behind his back, and bowed slightly.

"It's okay, it's just that several people have asked me that." I smiled.

"Master already has someone he wants." Tao Hua interrupted suddenly.

The butler looked at me with wide eyes, as if his eyes had brightened, "Congratulations, if we can hear such great news from the maid, it will be a happy event to us."

"Wait a minute..."

"For the sake of the young master, Taohua cannot tell the housekeeper about this person." Taohua bowed slightly.

"I wanted to ask which lady it was, but if the maid lady is like this, then I won't ask any more." The butler smiled, and he reached out to stroke the beard of his chin, "Master, take a short rest, I'm sorry to disturb you, There's still an hour until three o'clock in the afternoon."

"Okay, I see." I nodded and watched the butler leave the room.

Seeing that my straight back could finally slump after the door was closed, I sighed and felt my body looking for something.

"Master, there is no one looking for Master on the phone." Taohua took out my phone from the pocket of her apron and handed it to me.

"Ah...it's better to start quickly and finish quickly, it's a torment here." I lifted the quilt, got up and got out of bed to put on my shoes.

"Master has always respected time, and it will start whenever he decides." Taohua replied to me.

"I know." I want to see now, whether my grandfather wants to drive me out of Linghu's house, or send me a new task. In his eyes, my father Linghu Li is the only one among all the sons. Inheriting Yuri, he was very happy, and even I became his new job to control Yuri, and all the uncles ran away from him... Ah no, it's not that they ran away, they inherited other industries, and some developed abroad.

The one who can control and follow his will in China is my family.

But I escaped from the restraint of the family so early, and it was fate that I was caught and brought back.

"I want to go to the yard." That place is considered a forbidden area... Every time I come here, I have to tell my grandma that if I come to visit you, after all, she loved me when I was young.

"Master, if you go to the yard, the peach blossoms can only be in the distance."

"I know, the servants over there won't let you approach me." I put on my coat, opened the door and went out, Taohua followed closely behind me.I look down at my watch from time to time, afraid of missing the time, and five or ten minutes before three o'clock is enough.

This yard really won't let servants come over, the fallen leaves on the ground are so piled up that they can bury me...

"You're here." With an almost hoarse bass, Grandpa held a scepter that looked like a cane that I saw last time. He was wearing a black coat, brown leather gloves on his hands, and a scorpion on his right eye. A gold-rimmed lens, "To see her?"

"Uh huh." I was a little scared, I was afraid that the next sentence I blurted out would make him feel uncomfortable.

The unnamed tombstone has only a photo frame on the side, and the photo frame is filled with dust, but you can still vaguely see the photo inside. There are no leaves hanging on the magnolia, only dead branches hanging on the branches. I turned my head to look at Grandpa, his face was expressionless, he was staring at the photo frame, the glass of the photo frame became gray, the corners of his mouth didn’t move, just looking at that quietly, I couldn’t see his face, I couldn’t see him Anyway, at this moment, he must be looking at grandma with gentle eyes...

He stood there for a long time, he let the wind blow the tail of his coat, I was shivering in the biting cold wind, Grandpa should be thinking about something, maybe he was thinking about something.

The housekeeper also said that when grandpa made important decisions, he would always stand in front of grandma's grave, standing still, not making any noise, nor approaching, let alone squatting down to look at it. At a distance of two meters, he looked at his grandma's photo frame, the only photo of his grandma before he died. He didn't put it beside him, but in front of the grave.

The weather started to turn cold, and Grandpa stood still, so that I didn't dare to act rashly. I stayed with him and just stood behind him.

"Is it three o'clock?" Grandpa said suddenly.

"Ten minutes." I replied immediately.

"Go back." He looked at the magnolia with some remembrance, "Let's go."

I'm still curious about grandma's name. No one has mentioned grandma's name. The old butler knows the ins and outs of the matter, but he has been bedridden for a long time, and grandpa hasn't said much.

The thorn in my heart may have been stuck until the day I left.

Grandpa turned around, he walked by my side, the hand holding the crutches became more and more forceful, no one should be able to understand that kind of thoughts, there are life and death, and death...

"Okay." I stopped my eyes on the tombstone, turned around and followed behind Grandpa.

The planting positions of the three magnolias are a bit weird, is it my illusion?According to Grandpa's temperament, it should be planted neatly, and he didn't move the densely planted plants and the fallen leaves piled up around them.

Could it be Feng Shui?I haven't comprehended the skill of looking at Fengshui until now, should I take a supplementary get out of class when I have time?

I don’t have many other attainments, but I still like to study a little bit of superficiality. It can be regarded as “360 lines, but I can’t do anything” as someone said, but I will lose it, and I feel that I am not proficient in everything.

Grandpa didn't take me to the office. He took me to a piano room, which only had an old-fashioned piano. He turned around and sat on the piano bench, with his hands resting on his crutches. He looked at me. I stood there. He stared straight at me, I looked at other places, and I was still more afraid of meeting other people's eyes.

"Don't you know how to play the violin? I remember you won many gold medals when you were seven or eight years old. Do you still play the violin now?"

"meeting."

Grandpa knocked on the ground twice with his crutches, the door suddenly opened, and a maid walked in. The maid looked down at the ground and bowed slightly to Grandpa.

"Go get a working violin."

Why did you catch me all of a sudden, just to listen to me play the violin?
"No one in my yard knows how to play musical instruments. All they know are fur. They don't understand music theory. I don't like the music played by electronic products. When you come, you can clean my ears." , he sighed, took off his gloves, and with his wrinkled hands, touched the dusty piano behind him, looking at the yellowed white keys, this piano should have not been repaired for a long time, and it should not be played anymore up.

"Master." The maid just now held the violin case in both hands, opened it and held it in front of me.

There is no way out, is there?I held the handle of the violin with my right hand and the bow with my left. "What do you want to hear?" I asked.

"I've already said it."

"..." Did you just say that?If you want your ears to be clean, then play a quieter tune.

But I don’t have any score in my mind. Since I only have one piece of music in my mind now, no matter how deep the piece is in it, he is now hoping that I can play the music he wants to calm his restless heart just now. down.

I took a deep breath, straightened my back, held the handle of the violin with my right hand, put the violin lightly on my right shoulder, held the end of the bow with my left hand, pressed my head on the chin rest, and adjusted the tone several times. "That begins."

Grandpa stared at me blankly, and he nodded.

I adjusted my stance again, held my breath, and memorized every bit of the score, as long as I didn't break the strings.

My left hand was lifted slightly in the air, and the bowstring was lightly placed on the strings. I pressed the first note firmly with my right fingertips. I closed my eyes slightly, and my left hand began to pull the bow slowly. The sound came from my right ear. It is a gentle and euphemistic tone, and the tone of this violin sounds particularly clean and neat. I began to feel a little at a loss, the grip of my toes became more obvious, and my waist was tightly straightened and stretched.

The right fingertips did not vibrate too much during the prelude, but the left hand holding the bow began to tremble, playing the long bow back and forth to conceal his inner anxiety.

I didn't open my eyes to see the fingertips of my right hand. When I closed my eyes, I could still feel the sunlight coming in from the window. My eyes were covered with orange light, and I heard the beating of the tone. If the room was dyed with color, I would He is only good at playing sad songs, but the sound of this violin is clean, and you can feel the notes jumping.

I hold the bow and play quickly, but I can only feel the jumping notes. Even the bass walk becomes jumping. My fingers pressing on the strings work harder to pull down the notes that pretend to be cheerful. They are like It's lurking in the sound of the piano, walking around loosely, my palms are covered with sweat.

In order to make the sound more mellow, I would rather they dance in the room than jump. The colors are not rich, but they are quite dark and powerful.

Towards the end, I slowly drew the bow back and forth with my left hand. In the last high note, I pressed the strings and slowly shook the standard vibrato.I slowly opened my eyes, and the dancing music elves in the room instantly disappeared, leaving only their bustling footprints, and the servants leaning outside the window also dispersed.

Grandfather also slowly opened his eyes and looked at me, "Is it because this piano is not good enough?"

"A little bit." I replied, I put down the violin and held it in my hand, and looked down, the body of the violin looked very new, and the strings on the bow did not show any traces of silk fading. It's just a little yellow where I played it.

"Speak Softly, love is interesting." Grandpa sighed, "I have nothing to say."

I just stood there staring at him in bewilderment.

"I didn't expect you to perform these songs again. I still underestimated you a little. For the sake of the songs, I will revoke what I said before. Let's see your own destiny."

(End of this chapter)