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Jing Fan: already left

He Cheng laughed and sent a voice message, "Thank you."

Jing Fan casually replied politely.She was happy to help He Cheng, and she was really tired at first, so she went back to her room, took a shower, changed into loose clothes, and took a book of essays from the bookshelf to read.

An original book in English, when I read it, I feel completely sleepy, a word floats in front of my eyes and cannot enter my mind, and I think of the past inexplicably.

Before she was five years old, she could only speak English. Jing's father and Jing's mother were both Chinese, but in her memory, she had almost no impression of her parents teaching her to read or write. The nannies and servants at home were all from Z country. He was not very young, his younger sister could not speak Chinese, and he himself had no patience to teach him, so all communication with her was in English.

She learned Chinese at He Cheng's house when she was five years old. He Cheng's parents are very gentle people. They are both businessmen, but they are more reasonable than their two professors, especially He Cheng's mother, and My younger sister, Jing Fan's mother, is completely two kinds of people. She will prepare gifts for the children at home for every little progress. No matter what happens outside, she will always be smiling and full of patience at home.

And my own Professor Qi has always been rational and indifferent. On her fourth birthday, Professor Qi gave her a picture book on human anatomy. When she was six years old, she fought with other children at school, and Professor Qi beat her up. Paused, and then asked her if it hurts, she still remembers that sentence: "If you hit others, won't others hurt?" Jing Fan actually had a bad temper since she was a child, but no one knew about it. She was also very naive. The little boy asked her what she had learned in Sanda class, and she demonstrated it to others. Who knew that she would just be beaten up when she went back. The six-year-old girl was crying in a daze, standing there at a loss.

But from that time on, she knew that she couldn't fight with others, and she couldn't lose her temper with others, but it wasn't because she understood any reason, but because she simply succumbed to Professor Qi's coercion.

Before she was 12 years old, she worked hard to be a good baby. Fortunately, she had a bad temper, but she had good patience. The two characteristics of mother and father were fully reflected in her. Every time she wanted to lose her temper, she tried her best to endure it. , never disclosed before, 12 years old, is a turning point.

Her parents only have one month of vacation every year, and the older she gets, the less time they spend at home. After being missed the fifth parent-teacher meeting in a row, she couldn't bear her temper anymore.

Also that day, she met Guitar.

On the streets of country Z in winter, passers-by walked hurriedly, with scarves or masks covering half of their faces. She stood under a bare plane tree and listened to a street performer play the guitar for an hour.

It was a young Caucasian boy, his face was flushed red in the winter wind, but he could not suppress the curvature of his mouth at all. She still remembers the flying colors in his eyes. She was not in the mood to listen to music at all, but the more depressed she was, the more depressed she was. The melody under the little brother's hands became more and more cheerful, until she couldn't hold back her laughter.

She didn't understand it at the time, and she didn't know what rank her master was after studying with him for a month. Yt's former guitarist, a genius guitarist who couldn't be dug out no matter how many people tried, wore a big scarf and sat Teach her to play Little Star on the street.

Jing Fan later asked him why. James told her that he thinks the guitar is an instrument that can make people happy and make people real. When he first saw Jing Fan, he felt that such a beautiful girl should not be full of sorrow. He felt that the guitar was very suitable for her. .

But the truth is that there is a price to pay. For the next four years, as long as I stay in the same space with my parents, there will be no time for me not to argue.The mother's insistence and her stubbornness made the relationship between the two worse. Except for Jing Xuan, she was unwilling to have a good talk with anyone.

Professor Qi figured it out overnight after countless quarrels, and adopted a free-range education for her. From the age of 13, every sentence of "you can figure it out" was like a knife stabbing Jing Fan's heart. It's just pursuing what you want, why should you give up?

"You can do whatever you want."

"If you think the freedom I've given you isn't enough, tell me what else you want!"

"Your brother, your father, and even me, everything is up to you, isn't that enough!"

……

Yes, they all let her go, but no one knew only what she wanted.

never mind.In short, she and Professor Qi are like polar opposites and can't coexist peacefully at all. The childish anger of the past two years can be regarded as her own entertainment.

Song Han walked around downstairs. Tan Chen was busy arranging the band list this afternoon and didn't cook. When she took out her mobile phone to order takeaway, she remembered that there was someone upstairs. When she walked upstairs slowly, she remembered that Zhang Leaflet, even she has visited the National Day stalls in Xiaocheng for two years in a row. How independent is this girl that she doesn't even participate in such activities?

He was smiling on the surface, but in his heart he drew the boundaries clearly.Maybe it's because Jing Fan's high wall has collapsed in front of her, since Jing Fan put down his guard for the first time in front of her, she is always easy to soften her heart.Only after seeing the softness and rebellion inside, will you feel that the gentleness and decency on the surface are bitter.

Jing Fan didn't know what Song Han was thinking, opened the door and saw Song Han standing at the door, with a half-burned cigarette in her left hand, and her right hand in her pocket, giving people a feeling of coldness.