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Yan Zizheng started to learn the cello at the age of four, and it was the instrument his mother chose after careful consideration.

After more than ten years, his level has already surpassed his age. He is the youngest cellist in the Municipal Symphony Orchestra.

After the death of his mother, he has been very inattentive to practice. Occasionally, he would play the piano for a while when he took it out to wipe it, but when there were more painful memories, he stopped quickly.

Last night, Miss Dong, the manager of the orchestra, informed him that he was going to perform, and today she came to pick him up from school without any explanation, and he didn't have the nerve to shirk it.

It was the provincial leader who came to inspect, and suddenly arranged such a performance. I heard that the leader who was supposed to come was temporarily replaced by another leader, so the person in charge of the reception adapted to the situation and turned the stage play into a concert.

The members of the orchestra who were notified all came to participate, three NO.40 members, with different ages and different occupations, and the tacit understanding that has been worked together for a long time, waited for everyone to sit together and only rehearse twice before going on stage. .

Yan Zizheng was sitting on a chair with the cello standing between his legs. While waiting for the other members to take their seats, his eyes drifted from the score to the stage.

The auditorium was not full of people, only the first few rows of seats were occupied, and they were all leading cadres, with an official air in their demeanor.

Accompanied by local tyrants and squires, Yan Zizheng saw You Gang, who was smiling and leaning over to talk to the leader.

I thought that someone who got into such a high position would have to be 40 years old, but he was a young man in his thirties, dressed in a low-key manner but could not hide his aura, with a cold and alienated face that only occasionally responded with a smile.

Said that the leader liked to listen to Dvořák, so the person in charge of the first piece chose the Ninth Symphony "From the New World".

All band members stood up, bowed and sat down amid applause. After adjustment, they began to play following the conductor's gestures.

Yan Zizheng looked at the audience from time to time while playing the piano, as if he was looking for something.

Among the few men who came later, he located the target, and the sudden increase of anger made him uneasy.At that time in court, he rushed towards that upright and stalwart face but was stopped by the security guards without even touching a hair. Just like in his later life, he was too far away from that man and had no intersection.

After fighting so hard, their family still lost the lawsuit. It has always been his heart disease not to get justice for his mother.

From then on, Yan Zizheng hated powerful people extremely, whether they abused them or used them rightly, he hated them both.

When Yan Zizheng slipped away, he pulled a tune, and the cellist beside him gave him a hint with his eyes, and then he withdrew his thoughts.

It seems that the man sitting in the middle really understands music and is a connoisseur, otherwise he wouldn't have picked out a tune in the first song after the concert.He said it with a smile, not to blame, but to share his feelings with his colleagues.Then he evacuated with a group of people.

The band members who remained on the stage were still holding their instruments to listen to the criticism from the person in charge, but fortunately, they didn't find out who lost their tune at the critical moment.

Yan Zizheng quickly packed up his things and left, ahead of the group of semi-bald middle-aged men, he left the performance hall through the passageway backstage, and when he passed through the parking lot, he saw the car that he would never forget in his life.

He didn't know what he was obsessed with, and he couldn't do anything, but he still stopped to look at the car, the car that ran over his mother mercilessly.

The moonlight was not too bright, and he stood there motionless, clutching the strap of the cello backpack tightly, with a cold expression and a tight throat.

Hearing the voices coming over there, he quickly stepped over the semi-dry elm wall and walked through the green forest.

It took too long for You Zhaoyu to solve the proof question, and the man sitting opposite him had no intention of helping him at all, so he just sat there until after school.

In the end, Zou Jing was still sitting there reading a book. This silent contest escalated into a sitting meditation mode. In the end, Yu Zhaoyu couldn't sit still, so he surrendered first.

Zou Jing put down the book in his hand, and got up lazily: "Continue tomorrow. If you haven't participated in the training, just sit in my office and do the questions until you can't sit still."

After Zhaoyu left, Zou Jing tidied up the desktop, put away the exercise book, and found that it was filled with lines drawn with neutral pens, and there were even some distinctive patterns.

He put on his coat, turned off the lights, locked the office door, and went downstairs. When he walked out of the school gate, the bell rang for the first period of self-study, and the guard came out to close the door and let him out before locking it.

Seeing You Zhaoyu standing on the side of the road near the school gate, looking down at his phone with an anxious expression on his face, Zou Jing stopped and asked, "What's wrong? Are you still leaving?"

It was rare for You Zhaoyu to answer him directly: "My wallet is in class, so I can't take a taxi back home, and neither the driver nor my dad answer the phone."

After hearing this, Zou Jing chose to ask for advice before going to his coat pocket to take out his wallet. He didn't want to have a hot face and a cold ass: "May I lend you money?"

You Zhaoyu glanced at Zou Jing. How could he borrow money from others? It was not something he would do. He lowered his head and continued to fiddle with his mobile phone: "No, I can give red envelopes to the driver."

Zou Jingjing nodded, thinking that this kid had lost his mind.

When he was about to continue walking, his phone vibrated, and it was a series of strange calls marked as provincial capital numbers. After swiping to answer, he yelled several times, but there was no movement from the other party.

Listening to Zou Jing's non-stop feeding, You Zhaoyu looked over curiously.

"it's me."

There was finally a response on the phone, but just two words made Zou Jing's whole body stiff, and the tumbling complex emotions were like boiling water, pressing against his lungs, and the crushing depression was unbearable.

You Zhaoyu had never seen Zou Jing like this before, and he stared at it as if he was dumbfounded when he heard the bad news.

The man on the other side of the phone continued: "I came to your city to inspect the work, so I only have private time. Let's meet."

Just as You Zhaoyu wanted to change places to take a taxi, Zou Jing's sudden yell scared him back when he stepped out.

"Why should I see you! Who the hell do you think you are! Didn't we say that we will never see each other! You marry you and I will be single. Since I thought about leaving at the beginning, it's like a Men keep their word, don't provoke me again!"

Fuck, run away, what are you talking about, Yu Zhaoyu couldn't turn his head around, when an empty car came by, he stretched out his hand to stop it, and sat in it.

It seems that the unlucky thing today was not that Zou Jing stayed to do the problem, but that after the car ran a long way, he asked if he could pay with red envelopes, but the driver said no.You Zhaoyu wanted to curse: "Turn around, go back to where you were just now."

The driver in his early fifties seemed to have misheard: "What?"

"I said go back to the place where I got into the car just now. It's not that I won't give you money, so go back immediately."

So the car turned around and drove fast. Zhaoyu got out of the car window and poked his head out to look for Zou Jing, but the person who was standing there and yelling just now was gone.

Damn, Yu Zhaoyu scolded, it seems that the driver can only drive to his house and pay the money.

As a result, the car turned around again, and Yu Zhaoyu saw Zou Jing and called to stop.

After the sudden brake, the driver was angry: "Are you still sitting or not? Is there something wrong with your child?"

If this were normal, Yu Zhaoyu would definitely have to work with the driver, but this time he didn't. He saw Zou Jing sitting next to the trash can on the roadside. He didn't see the person just now because the trash can blocked his view. .The man rested his arms on his bent legs, a very insecure posture.

You Zhaoyu blinked his eyes, afraid that he was wrong, he got out of the car and strode over, his steps became lighter as he got closer, and finally stopped and stood there with his hands in his trouser pockets.

You Zhaoyu came back to borrow money, but the driver thought he had ink marks, so he kicked the accelerator and left.At first, he wanted to see Zou Jing's jokes with a very interesting mood, but when he really came to him, he seemed to be sad too. He was a big man, how sad he must be to sit on the street like this, he sipped Pursing his lips, he squatted down halfway.

"Hey."

Zou Jing's eyes were not focused, and he was looking at something across the road.

You Zhaoyu pressed his face to look at it, and then whispered in disbelief, "You're stupid."

You Zhaoyu said, "It's so cold when you sit on the ground."

It was unprecedented that these words could come out of Yu Zhaoyu's mouth, and what was even more unprecedented was that the boy sat down together on the curb.

"The day my mother left, I was sitting on the side of the road just like you," You Zhaoyu said with a chuckle in his tone, "I even cried, crying so badly, I just couldn't control my tears, there was nothing I could do."

Zou Jing moved his facial muscles with his hands: "What are you doing back here?"

You Zhaoyu stretched out his hand with a rascal air: "Borrow money."

Zou Jing reached into his pocket and took out his wallet. Just as he was about to ask, the kid next to him actually tore his entire wallet away. He looked at the tall, long-legged figure walking away: "You're stealing it!"

You Zhaoyu stopped to answer the phone, then threw the wallet back: "No need, the driver is here to pick me up."

So the two were separated by a distance of several meters, one sat, one stood, one was in a daze, and the other played with the mobile phone.

A car arrived in ten minutes and took You Zhaoyu away.

He got into the car and asked where his father had gone and why he hadn't answered the phone all the time, only to find out that his father had gone to the concert with the provincial leader who often came.Yu Zhaoyu snorted, his dad knew shitty music, so it was purely a play on the spot.

His father is an expert at clearing up relationships. Although he hasn't studied for a few years, he can get along with anyone, from small gangsters to high-level leaders.

This point is convinced by Zhaoyu Tie.

Rock music may really make people excited. Lin Jinglei sat on the side eating sunflower seeds and watched Tang Shan and the others rehearse for more than an hour. It's a song, but he really can't, he is the idiot of music idiots.

These people sit down and rest when they are tired.Their band is called 1357, and the four minors have been mixing together for two or three years.In the original bands in the same city, he is quite well-known. He often competes with various university clubs and people from the public, and always participates in some popular activities in shopping malls or squares to earn a little money.

The lead singer is called Da Qi, and Lin Jinglei has never asked what his full name is until now. He only knows that he is a clerk in a nearby car 4S shop. He washes and repairs cars during the day and hangs around the bar street at night.

The man opened a can of beer and handed it to Lin Jinglei, Lin Jinglei waved his hand with a smile: "I don't like it, it's too fucking bad, you can try the iced one."

Da Qi looked at the other three band members who were talking and laughing not far away, but he said to Lin Jinglei: "Do you want to join us?"

Lin Jinglei patted the melon seeds off his thighs: "Don't be ridiculous, I don't understand music."

"You can learn." Da Qi turned to look at Lin Jinglei, "It's a pity that you don't need to use your good appearance to spread the screams. If you really stand on the stage, there will be many girls around you. Who do you want to do? Which."

Lin Jinglei smiled, raised his arm and patted Daqi's shoulder: "Sounds very tempting."

Tang Shan came over: "What are you talking about, you two are so close."

Da Qi: "I told him to learn a musical instrument to join us, and we immediately changed the name to 13579."

"Be virtuous," Tang Shan sneered, "Don't try to persuade him, he can only play the harmonica, and he can also play two fixed pieces of music. Only die for code."

Da Qi looked at Lin Jinglei and continued: "I read in a book that experts say that people of mixed race are smart, especially Eurasians, whose IQ is relatively high, and you will definitely be able to do it once you learn it."

Lin Jinglei snorted: "Do you believe what the experts say? That's like a policeman in a superhero movie."

Da Qi: "What?"

"What's the point of fart?" Lin Jinglei changed his position and sat, "Also, do you know what's weirder than this, Daqi, you actually read a book? Are you sure it wasn't written in a little yellow book?"

Tang Shan looked at Da Qi's darkened face and laughed, almost falling off the chair.

"It's possible," another boy named Kaka in the band added to the topic. "In the case of cross-racial union, the genetic chromosomes of the parents are very different, so the children are likely to inherit the dominant genes of the parents and are generally smarter."

Da Qi smiled and said, "Look, Kaka has already said it."

Lin Jinglei clicked his tongue and said: "Okay, what am I doing all the time, stop practicing, stop practicing."

These people really broke up. Lin Jinglei and Tang Shanshun separated after a short walk. He wanted to play basketball with those junior high school students downstairs in the community, but before he could go there, he saw the two groups playing basketball. When I got up, I had no choice but to go home in disappointment.

He thought there was no one at home, but when he entered, there were two people sitting in the brightly lit living room.

Lin Jinglei frowned instantly, then changed his shoes as if he hadn't noticed, picked up the ears of wheat that were rubbing against his legs, and walked towards the room.

Lin Guodong stopped his nephew: "Don't you know how to say hello, you are not educated."

Ming Miao reached out and patted Lin Guodong's arm to signal him to forget it.

Lin Jinglei curled his lips: "Your lack of education is also your problem."

"Come back!" Lin Guodong stood up and shouted.

"What are you shouting for?" Lin Jinglei stepped back, "Did I delay you? Do you want me to go?"

Lin Guodong took a deep breath: "What did you make trouble on the playground that day? I just heard from Teacher Ming today that you should apologize to her immediately."

Lin Jinglei was calm and calm, he hugged the cat and bowed meekly, but his tone was still stubborn: "I'm sorry, Teacher Ming, I'm sorry."

Ming Miao didn't know how to respond, so she laughed dryly: "It's okay, it's okay."

Lin Jinglei stood up straight: "Then can I go back to the house?"

"Don't leave yet, Teacher Ming has prepared a gift for you."

Lin Jinglei tilted his head and watched Ming Miao handing over a box from the arm of the sofa, he hummed, "What do you mean?"

Lin Guodong: "Teacher Ming has moved in these two days, and she specially chose a gift for you."

Lin Jinglei focused on the first half of the sentence, his face was not very good-looking, is this considered to be buying his heart?That's the latest notebook on the market. It's expensive, but this woman can do it. She even knows his hobbies and hobbies, and the gifts are so reliable.

But he couldn't take it. If he took it, it was equivalent to agreeing to Ming Miao's stay here, which was equivalent to betraying his aunt.

"Don't you like it?" Ming Miao asked tentatively.

Lin Jinglei smiled, and touched the ear of wheat in his arms: "I like it very much, but I can't have it because I don't like you."

After the boy finished speaking, he turned his back, Ming Miao looked embarrassed, and Lin Guodong sighed again and again.

Lin Jinglei who returned to the room felt uncomfortable no matter what he thought. His aunt and his brother had only left for a few days before Principal Lin brought them back. It seemed that he really couldn't live in this house for the time being.

Thinking of this, he quickly pulled out the trolley case from the closet, stuffed a pile of clothes in it, picked it up and left.When he reached the door, he turned back and hugged the ears of wheat.And walked through the living room at the fastest speed, and slammed the door behind the sound of his uncle asking where he was going.

Lin Jinglei took a taxi and went straight to Tanghe District, Maisui meowed non-stop along the way, he was in no mood to pet the cat anymore, he stuffed the fluffy ball into his hoodie and ignored it.

He texted Lin Tai almost before he arrived at his aunt's house, saying that he was coming to stay for a few days and asked them to wait to open the door for him.

After learning that the couple went shopping and were not at home, Lin Jinglei got out of the taxi and walked less actively. The trolley case bumped up and down on the bluestone road, the sound was a bit loud, and it sounded very annoying, so he changed from dragging it to carrying it. .

When he arrived at the gate, he sat on the stone steps and waited. The ear of wheat seemed to be asleep, quietly in his hat.

Yan Zizheng came in from the alley and saw a person sitting in front of his house. The streetlights were not too bright. He thought it was Shen Ling who came to look for him again. After a closer look, it was a boy. He didn't take a closer look, thinking it was a new neighbor who moved in. child.

When he approached and took out the key to open the door, he completely froze in place.

Lin Jinglei had heard someone approaching a long time ago. The reason why he didn't look back was because he was passing by. After all, he was waiting for two people.

Seeing this, she was startled, and a vague tone of voice came out of her mouth.

"Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?"

The two asked questions at the same time.

Lin Jinglei pointed to the courtyard: "I'm here to find someone."

Yan Zizheng shook the key: "I live here, why don't you find someone to go in."

Lin Jinglei stood up: "They're not at home."

After Yan Zizheng opened the door, he turned sideways to motion for Lin Jinglei to enter.

Lin Jinglei picked up the trolley case and stepped towards the threshold, thinking that even if he entered the courtyard, he would not be able to enter the house, and it would be the same wherever he waited.

Yan Zizheng locked the big iron door, and raised his chin towards the house in the middle: "Go and wait in my house, it's cold outside."

Lin Jinglei was really cold. When he was sitting there just now, he huddled into a ball to keep warm. He would rather have style than temperature, and his clothes and pants were still single layer.His aunt and his brother arrived home at some time, succumbing to the unknown time of freezing, and he nodded.