Back to youth, the child's mother became a female president

Winter vacation is coming.

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Hua Tingjue has been acting mysterious lately, hiding in his room the whole time. He rarely leaves his room except for tutoring and eating. It has been even stranger in the past few days, and even meals have to be delivered to his room by Butler Yu.

The whole family was having dinner in the restaurant. Since Mu Xiuzhi was not there, they did not completely adhere to the rule of 'no talking while eating and no talking while sleeping'.

Han Wanzhen asked: "Butler Yu, why isn't he coming down yet?"

Housekeeper Yu answered her, "Madam, the Third Young Master said he won't be coming down today."

"Not coming down again? Is this guy still sleeping?" Han Wanzhen guessed suspiciously, but her eyes were looking at Jiang Wangshu.

Jiang Wangshu cleverly lowered his head to avoid looking into her eyes.

Ask her? She doesn't know either. I haven't seen her for a few days.

Hua Tingjin was also surprised: "Uncle Yu, has Xiaojue been like this these days?"

"Yes, Second Young Master. Third Young Master said he has something important to do and asked us not to disturb him."

Everyone present nearly spit out their food when they heard this, their eyes nearly popped out of their heads in shock. After all, when Hua Tingjue said he was busy with something important, it was usually not a good thing.

Hua Tingjin's mouth twitched, but he still saved his face, "Okay, then let's not disturb him and let him be busy."

After dinner, Jiang Wangshu finished walking the dog and was about to go back to her room to do homework. Suddenly, her feet had their own ideas and she unknowingly came to the door of Hua Tingjue's room.

Coming back to her senses, she murmured, "Am I crazy?!"

The next second, the door opened.

Jiang Wangshu, who was passing by, was startled when she saw a man who looked like a savage and had disheveled hair and a dirty face rushing out of Hua Tingjue's room. She took a big step back in a hurry.

“I wrote it!”

“Hahahaha, I wrote it!!”

Unexpectedly, Hua Tingjue rushed out and gave her a hug while yelling, holding her tightly in his arms, his arms tightening little by little, and he was very excited.

"Ahem, you...let me go!" Jiang Wangshu was strangled to the point of being unable to breathe. He had no choice but to raise his hand and punch him.

Hua Tingjue reacted quickly when he heard her painful cough, loosened his hand, and said apologetically: "Oh, sorry."

His hair was messed up by him. Jiang Wangshu straightened his hair and glared at him, "Did you go digging for gold?"

"Ah?" Hua Tingjue was stunned.

"Look at yourself now."

Hua Tingjue ran back to his room to look in the mirror, and then he was shocked, "What the hell!" Not to mention Jiang Wangshu, even his mother would probably be stunned if she saw him.

"Hey, I've been so busy these days that I forgot to take care of myself."

Suddenly, his eyes sparkled, and he grabbed Jiang Wangshu's wrist to share his joy: "Let me tell you, I wrote a song, and I've finished arranging the music and writing the lyrics. I tried it, and it's really good."

"Do you want to hear it?"

Although he was asking for her opinion, Hua Tingjue didn't even give her a chance to answer and just sat down in front of the piano and started playing.

Humming the lyrics:

“Suddenly I realized I couldn’t go back.”

"Oh, baby, I can't speak..."

His voice is clean and crisp, full of emotion, and the bass is magnetic and doting. He closes his eyes slightly, and the melodious piano music flows out from his fingertips.

At this moment he seemed to be glowing.

Jiang Wangshu stared at him in a daze. It had to be said that Hua Tingjue was as outstanding as anyone in other aspects except for his appearance.

Hua Tingjue, the peacock, had finished his performance. He turned around and found Jiang Wangshu in a daze. He walked up to him and said, "Hey, what are you in a daze about? Is it because my song is so good that you are addicted to it?"

Jiang Wangshu pursed her lips inadvertently and was speechless, and suddenly she was sober, she had the hardest mouth in her body: “That’s silence, not addiction.”

Hua Tingjue curled his lips: "Tsk, you'll die if I say something nice from your mouth."

"meeting."

"That wasn't what you said when you praised Shuyu in school!" Hua Tingjue argued with her with his hands inserted, looking dissatisfied.

"What did you expect me to say?"

“Please give your comments.”

“I think it sounds pretty good.”

"That's it?"

"That's it."

“I don’t understand music.”

"Yes."

……

Hua Tingjue was not satisfied because he didn't show off enough, so he called people directly, and the band members went to the secret base happily.

Hua Tingjue spent a lot of money to buy a lot of equipment. The recording studio was filled with a wide variety of musical instruments, which almost dazzled people's eyes.

As soon as Wen Yanlin entered, he took a fancy to the bass at first sight, "Wow, Brother Jue, your bass is so cool!"

Hearing his praise, Hua Tingjue showed a hint of pride on his face, and his slightly raised eyebrows were full of pride. He chuckled and said, "How is it? Very cool, right? This is a birthday gift from my brother. It was custom-made and there is only one in the world."

Wen Yanlin nodded, "My brother is really generous. I will ask him to give me one next time."

"Why don't you try?"

"No, I'm more interested in the drum set." Wen Yanlin shook his head and refused, turned around and walked straight towards the drum set.

Hua Tingjue turned around and asked them: "Do you want to give it a try?"

Song Yian was surprised and curious: "Do you have a song?"

Hua Tingjue keenly caught the surprise in his tone, and couldn't help but feel proud, "Of course, I never fight a battle without preparation."

He raised his chin slightly, a confident smile on his face, and said in a slightly exaggerated tone: "How is it? Are you shocked by my awesomeness?"

Jiang Wangshu and others: "..."

Wen Yanlin said enthusiastically: "Sure, sure, let's have some fun."

Hua Tingjue took out the music score from his schoolbag and handed it out like he was handing out flyers. "Here, one for each of you. We have it all!!" Even Jiang Wangshu was stuffed with a copy in his arms.

They all knew a thing or two about music and couldn't help nodding their heads just by looking at the songs. Without saying much, Hua Tingjue sang, Wen Yanlin played drums, Song Yian played guitar and Ning Shuyu played piano.

They looked at each other in tacit understanding.

The sound of the ensemble resonating sounded.

After the hearty performance, everyone's eyes lit up, and Wen Yanlin even ran over and shouted, "Brother Jue, your song is so great! Wow!"

"It's really good." Song Yian behind him also praised.

Hua Tingjue was in high spirits and raised his eyebrows, saying, "That's right, don't you see who I am?"

"Has this song been named?" Ning Shuyu asked.

Hua Tingjue shook his head, "Not yet."

Slapping his head, Wen Yanlin suddenly said, "I think... we should come up with a resounding team name first, right?"

Song Yian: "Yes, indeed."

"Yeah, let me think about it..."

For a moment, everyone was lost in thought, brainstorming for the band name, except Jiang Wangshu. She ate fruit leisurely, her eyes swept across their faces one by one. She didn't care much about what the band was called, anyway, there would always be a name in the end.

Finally, someone spoke suddenly in the silence.

It’s Hua Tingjue!

He said: "How about we call..."

"Freedom."

After he finished speaking, everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Song Yian wondered: "Freedom?"

Hua Tingjue nodded, "Yes, it's freedom!"

Wen Yanlin is the perennial king of support, saying everything is good, "Brother Jue, I think it's great, it's so good to be free!"

Ning Shuyu also agreed, "It's really not bad."

Jiang Wangshu frowned slightly. Freedom? The most precious thing in life is freedom. It is really good to have such a meaning.

Seeing that no one had any objections, Hua Tingjue couldn't help but feel proud, "Really? I think this idea is cool too. To make music, you have to be free and focused to be happy."

He quickly turned his head to look at Jiang Wangshu, his smile as bright as the warm sun in winter, and playfully winked at her and asked, "What do you think?"

The sudden eye contact caught Jiang Wangshu off guard, and she froze just as she was about to put a grape into her mouth. The grape was almost stuck in her throat, unable to go up or down. She struggled hard to swallow the grape, but it seemed to be stuck in her trachea, making her breathing more and more difficult.

Her face flushed, "Ahem... Ahem..."

This scene scared the four people to death.

Seeing this, Hua Tingjue became anxious and quickly reached out to gently pat her back, saying with concern: "What's wrong? Eat slowly, I'm just asking for your opinion, not stealing your food!"

There was a hint of helplessness and confusion in his tone, and his eyes fell on her gently.

Finally, Jiang Wangshu managed to swallow the grape. While coughing, she nodded awkwardly and waved her hands to indicate that she was fine.

Her cold face instantly turned red like a ripe apple, as if blood could drip out. She couldn't help but lower her head slightly, raised her hand to her forehead, and secretly regretted in her heart: "It's so embarrassing!"

It was embarrassing enough, but Hua Tingjue added another stab, seemingly comforting her: "It's okay, you choked, it's normal."

"puff……"

"Hahaha."

Seeing their comedic interaction, the three of them couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Jiang Wangshu glared at him and gnashed his teeth:

"Thank you."

"Hey, you're welcome." Hua Tingjue nudged Jiang Wangshu with his elbow, "How about Freedom? Tell me what you think."

"Yeah, it's quite suitable."

Hua Tingjue looked around and fixed his sight on everyone, with a questioning look in his eyes: "Okay, since everyone has no objection, then we'll do it?"

"Row!"

"it is good."

The band was formed happily, and almost every day everyone devoted themselves to the music room, a group of people full of inspiration.

It’s hard for Jiang Wangshu, as he has to “test poison” every day.

Ning Shuyu caught up with her and asked expectantly, "Wangshu, Wangshu, do you think this tune sounds more comfortable or the one just now?"

Jiang Wangshu replied expressionlessly: "The first one."

Within three seconds, Hua Tingjue ran out, "Look, I replaced the piano part with the bass, it's completely different, isn't the rhythm a bit stronger?"

"Yes, you are right!" Jiang Wangshu's eyes gradually became dull. She would not show favoritism and also showed the mask of numbness and pain.

Who understands! She really doesn’t understand music at all!!

She's going crazy.

……

Fortunately, the situation eased after a few days.

Because when they were busy with the band, Jiang Wangshu also had to go to the summer camp to participate in competitions. She was in the math, physics and chemistry competition team of No. 1 Middle School. After all, she was a king bomber. Whoever faced her would die.

This year's winter summer camp study session was held at Peking University, Jiang Wangshu's dream university. She packed her things early in the morning and waited for the group.

She wanted to run so badly.

Leading the way were Sang Ruo and Zhang Zhengliang. They took the students on a tour of the Peking University campus, and then the large group headed towards the auditorium.

Sang Ruo introduced the person on the podium to everyone: "Let me introduce to everyone, this is Song Yicheng, a senior who has a double degree in Law and Computer Science in the second year of graduate school at Kyoto University."

Song Yicheng took the microphone and greeted everyone cordially: "Hello everyone, I am Song Yicheng, and I graduated from Beijing No. 1 High School."

Song Yicheng? Jiang Wangshu looked up at the person on the podium. He was well-mannered and had an extraordinary demeanor. One could tell at a glance that he was not an ordinary person.

As expected, Zhang Zhengliang then introduced him: "This senior Song was also a first-class winner of the Olympic Cup for two consecutive years. He was admitted to Peking University for undergraduate, master and doctoral studies. He is an outstanding graduate of our No. 1 Middle School."

There was a burst of exclamations from the crowd below, and everyone applauded.

He was indeed extraordinary. Besides that, Jiang Wangshu also felt that he looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

Unexpectedly, when she was about to leave after the meeting, a deep and attractive voice suddenly came from behind her: "Jiang Wangshu...right?"

She suddenly stopped and looked back, only to see Song Yicheng standing behind her in a gentle and elegant manner with a faint smile on his lips.

Jiang Wangshu was suspicious, but remained calm, then nodded and said softly, "Yes, I am Jiang Wangshu, what's the matter?"

Song Yicheng smiled slightly and said in a very gentle and elegant tone: "There's nothing special. I just heard from the teachers at No. 1 Middle School that a genius academic appeared in the school, and I was a little curious." After that, he extended his hand to Jiang Wangshu to show his friendliness.

Jiang Wangshu, who always kept people at a distance, did not return his handshake. He lowered his eyes politely and distantly, and spoke coldly, "You're welcome."

Song Yicheng was not angry because of her rejection. Instead, he smiled apologetically: "Sorry, I was abrupt."

"Anything else?"

"No, you can always contact me if you have any questions."

"Okay, thank you."

After saying that, Jiang Wangshu turned and left. She returned to the dormitory and sat in front of the window, staring ahead, thinking about what had just happened. She was in a daze and muttered to herself: "Song Yicheng?"

She had been taking exams for several days and naturally forgot about this matter.

Until the end of the competition, Hua Tingjue and Song Yian passed by Peking University and picked her up to take her home.

Coincidentally, Song Yicheng was also coming out of the school gate. The two of them nodded politely as a greeting. It was drizzling, and Song Yicheng asked, "Do you need me to take you there?"

"No, I have friends, thank you."

"Well."

Just then, Hua Tingjue and others arrived. He and Song Yian got out of the car. They were a little dumbfounded when they saw Song Yicheng. They were both stunned.

"Brother Cheng."

"Big brother."

"Yi An."

Jiang Wangshu was stunned when she heard the two people address each other. Song Yian? Song Yicheng, this is obviously a brother's name, why didn't she think of it, and if she looked closely, the two people's facial features were indeed somewhat similar.