memory hole

"Do you remember who we are?" Pierce said half-jokingly.

"Of course you all remember. I probably just forgot something."

"What kind of situation is this... Have you only forgotten part of it?" Ah Diao was surprised.

"I want to ask you, did this person show up when our band was first established." Zhong Xian showed a photo of Deng Yi on his mobile phone.All three of them leaned over to watch.Then you look at me and I look at you.

"Who is this?" UFO asked.

"You don't know each other?" Zhong Xian was puzzled.

"I don't know. Why ask this one alone?"

"This person... claimed to be my former friend. But I forgot." Zhong Xian lied.

The other three looked at the photo carefully again. "He's a handsome guy, so I don't have any impression of him. Unless he wasn't so handsome back then."

"He had autism at the time, and he might be taciturn." Zhong Xian reminded.

Pierce suddenly patted his head. "I have an impression. When I set up a band, I needed money to buy musical instruments. The music teacher once introduced you to be a tutor for others, teaching others to play the guitar. I remember you complained at the time that the students you taught had autism, and you not only Teach him to play the piano and teach him to chat..."

"Go on!" Zhong Xian became excited.

"The money you gave the four of us to buy musical instruments later was obtained after you became a tutor. But it seems that you only worked as a tutor for a week, so you won't go."

"Just a week? Why don't I go."

"You said that the goal has been achieved. You can build a band. Anyway, you have money. Why do you have to work so hard to teach a dumb person." Pierce rubbed his forehead and raised his voice, "I remembered! There is indeed such a thing, Later we formed a band. We were so busy every day that we gradually forgot about it.”

A Dia pointed to Zhong Xian's mobile phone screen and said, "Are you sure that autistic person is the person in the photo? How old was he at that time, fourteen or five years old?"

"I haven't seen it," Pierce said. "Only Zhong Xian has seen it. I just know about it. If it weren't for this, we wouldn't have money to buy musical instruments. It was Zhong Xian who got the money. We got enough money in a week."

A Diao said suspiciously: "You can earn any money in a week, it's too fast."

The flying saucer also looked at Zhong Xian: "How did you get it? What happened to the autistic boy?" Then he sighed, "You used to be... well, young and frivolous."

explosion

111

For several days in a row, Zhong Xian spent every night in Zhao Qi's bar.Zhao Qi also often came to chat with him for a while, telling him some things about himself and Deng Yi.

They never chatted sincerely like this when they took photos, but now they seem to have gotten to know each other again.

Under the dim light blue bar lights, Zhong Xian would feel as if he was sitting in an unreal world, but he could just use this to get stuck in memories.

He has been cynical since he was very young, and he still hasn't shaken off this bad habit.

As a young man, he must have hurt others, probably many.Use childish and cruel methods to obtain a moment of happiness in your heart.And this kind of happiness may be based on trampling on the hearts of others.

Is Deng Yi one of the victims?

How much Zhong Xian wanted to remember those details.

His mother was a singer, beautiful and artistic.These qualities are inherited to Zhong Xian.

Since he was a child, he was surprised to find that he has some advantages over most people - he has a beautiful and fascinating appearance, he has smart and even cute personality traits, he can be easily loved by others People like it, just like an exquisite gift makes people's eyes shine.

But God did not put him in a crystal cover to protect him.Instead, it gave him endless ups and downs.

There seemed to be such a person in his memory.

Thanks to his mother's teachings, he has been familiar with many musical instruments since he was a child.He was already a master guitarist when his mother died.He is capable of being a musical instrument tutor.

An autistic boy who only taught for a week, he can't remember.Could that person be Deng Yi?

Did they really know each other?

close your eyes.return to the past.

With a guitar on his back, and with a pure purpose, he stepped into the home of a client introduced by his music teacher to be a tutor.He just wants to get some money.

Where did he meet the young Deng Yi.And is that guy really autistic, or just faking it like he said.Can a child's pretense really deceive adults? Or, he is indeed slightly autistic. He is so different, so clear eyes, how can it come from an ordinary person.

What was Deng Yi like at that time?

Zhong Xian tried hard to search in memory.

112

It rained continuously for several days and the temperature plummeted.

Pedestrians on the street began to wear autumn and winter coats or windbreakers. People accustomed to the high temperature were too afraid of the cold, and some people wore down jackets.Scarves of various colors are dotted around the necks of people in complicated clothes.It's like an autumn and winter fashion show.

Finally, a week later, we ushered in a cloudy and gradually sunny weather.The morning dew covered the drooping leaves of the palm tree.When the sun comes out, the temperature also rises rapidly.

Zhong Xian started the car and left the quiet garden villa area.

He finally saw Deng Yi.According to the time provided by Zhao Qi, this should be the second day after his return to China.Deng Yi was dressed quite formally, tall and handsome.He walked with a few people, probably other brothers in the family, his expression was serious and calm, as if he had changed into a different person.He and the men got into the car and drove away, presumably to go to work.

work.According to Zhao Qi, he had already served in his father's group empire.

Zhong Xian didn't have the courage to go forward.

He just sat silently in the car.Experienced the taste of spying on others.An eager heart is suppressed in a calm body, all because of necessity.

He saw a side of Deng Yi that he didn't understand, well-dressed, well-behaved, more like a business elite, no longer that nonsensical detective.

Zhong Xian's mind was in chaos.

With Zhao Qi's help, Zhong Xian knew that Deng Yi had a small family gathering tonight.In order to celebrate his return to China, he has already obtained an EMBA degree.According to Zhao Qi's description, Deng Yi is not as unbearable as he said, he already has too many advantages, which makes him stand out among his cousins.

He deliberately pretended to be pitiful in front of Zhong Xian, and for what purpose?

Bell strings at seven o'clock in the evening, well groomed.He even bought a pair of earrings to wear above his pinna after wearing the new clothes he picked out at the mall during the day.Those earrings were studded with brilliant diamonds that would sparkle on the tips of his horned ears.

After dressing up, he took a photo and sent it to the four-member WeChat group of the middle school band. Pierce exclaimed that he had the urge to knock down the bell strings again.

After receiving such praise, Zhong Xian became more confident and drove to the gathering of Deng Yi's family.

The party was held in a European-style concert hall in a hotel in central Futian.

Zhao Qi quietly brought Zhong Xian in.

A foreign pianist with blond hair and blue eyes was playing a gavotte—a lazy, elegant, light melody.

Standing in the dark, Zhong Xian felt flustered for a while. Deng Yi's family is not a family of ordinary people.Rao is a person like Zhong Xian who has a strong musical talent, and he is also shocked by the super musical appreciation possessed by this whole family.Just ask how many families enjoy 19th-century piano music at parties.Eating, drinking, talking, laughing and laughing is considered the ultimate.

This is a concert hall with a completely ancient European style.

Deng Yi once said that his mother liked European style, but thinking about it, not only one person in his family likes it.There were about fifty or sixty people in this party.It can be seen from the appearance, dress, conversation and appearance of the elite class.There are a few men who are slightly older than Deng Yi, and Zhong Xian guesses that they are Deng Yi's cousins.

When the music ended, everyone started talking, and a waiter brought up wine glasses. Zhong Xian randomly took a glass and held it in his hand, continuing to hide in the dark.

A middle-aged man appeared, and everyone respected him.Zhong Xian felt that this person was extremely familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

It suddenly occurred to me that Deng Yi's father owned a large conglomerate, and he must have seen its style in a certain business magazine.

Sure enough, the middle-aged man was Deng Yi's father. He walked to the wide central area of ​​the concert hall, stood beside the white piano, raised his glass and said——everyone gathered here, I wish my son a successful return from school... After many years of unremitting efforts, we finally overcame the predicament and let it grow so well that not only can the whole family reunite, but also contribute to HQC...

HQC!

Zhong Xian almost fainted.

HQC!

Party A of the HY project

Deng Yi is Party A of the HY project...

HY project... the place where Xiao Zhu disappeared.

Zhong Xian was so frightened that he wanted to run away.

Deng Yi appeared, with a smile on his face, walking towards his father calmly like a person in a painting.He said some beautiful words to the crowd like his father.Zhong Xian listened like a dream.

Everything in front of me is like a dream.

Confident Deng Yi gave a short speech. He told a business story in English. Zhong Xian understood that the story was just to show his business talent...

What kind of mood should he use to face all this—he finally saw the real Deng Yi.

How could this be a failure in the eyes of parents.How can you be a fool who is mediocre, has no ambition, and only knows how to enjoy life as he pleases.He is obviously the pride of the family and the hope for the future.

Zhong Xian doesn't know Deng Yi like this.

No longer the partner who laughed and scolded him; not the one who sat with him