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The doctor nodded: "You can say that."

"A good result is a good result. What is 'it can be said'?" Zhong Guanbai asked, "What is the reason?"

"I can't find the reason." The doctor raised his hand to interrupt Zhong Guanbai's question, "If he can't find the reason, it is a good result. Do you understand, there is nothing wrong with his body."

Zhong Guanbai frowned and nodded slightly, "Then, when can he hear it?"

The doctor said: "Hyperbaric oxygen is combined with drug treatment. His attending doctor will decide on a specific treatment plan, and there is a possibility of recovery within two weeks."

"What about two weeks later?" Zhong Guanbai was confused by the three words "within two weeks", as if there was a thin line between hope and despair.

"The possibility is relatively low." The doctor's words were very reserved.

Zhong Guanbai tightened his fingers and clenched them into fists.

The doctor took a step back: "Sir, although your arm is injured, if you want to fight, I will fight back."

Zhong Guanbai let go of his fist: "I didn't mean that."

"After all, I just dealt with a violent family member an hour ago." The doctor shrugged.

Zhong Guanbai's attention was still on the sentence "within two weeks", he asked: "Is there a high possibility of curing this disease?"

"The cure rate is not low. But the treatment effect is also related to the patient's psychological state. If the patient is under too much pressure, it may have a negative impact on the treatment effect." The doctor looked at Zhong Guanbai, "You look too nervous, you It will bring the patient into your emotions. He is very concerned about you, so your little mood swings will have a great impact on him."

Zhong Guanbai lowered his head slightly, "...that's right."

"Relax, it's hard, but try to do this." The doctor's light gray eyes were filled with a kind of peace that is familiar with life and death, "Many times, when we see our loved ones get sick, we will show strong negative emotions , as if we were mad at him about why he got sick. Even though we both knew it wasn't his fault. You know, that guilt would overwhelm him... Well, I don't talk to family members very often Saying things like this, but..." The doctor patted Zhong Guanbai on the shoulder, his gray eyes blinked, "Brother, you have kissed in front of me anyway."

Guilt would overwhelm him...

Zhong Guanbai pondered for a while, and said to the doctor, "Thank you."

When the doctor left, he took the file bag, turned around and walked to Lu Zaoqiu's side.

He gave Lu Zaoqiu a confident smile, then picked up the sketchbook and turned to a blank page, ready to write.

Lu Zaoqiu said, "No need. Give me the file bag."

Zhong Guanbai hesitantly handed over the file bag.Lu Zaoqiu's French is very good, and he knew the situation after reading it, but he didn't speak, just nodded quietly, and then closed his eyes.

Zhong Guanbai looked at Lu Zaoqiu for a while, his face was still pale, only the piano kiss on the left side of the lower jaw was light red, which looked a bit like a hickey.

Zhong Guanbai couldn't help touching the mark.

Lu Zaoqiu is a person who never neglects to practice the piano. He always has thin calluses on the fingers of his left hand, there is always a piano kiss on the left side of his jaw, and there is always a mark on the left collarbone.

Zhong Guanbai loves these places so much that he always feels a little pain in his heart when he touches them carefully.

Lu Zaoqiu opened his eyes, gently held Zhong Guanbai's hand, "Guan Bai, help me..."

Zhong Guanbai looked at him questioningly.

Lu Zaoqiu shook his head, "It's fine."

Zhong Guanbai's fingertips rubbed the thin calluses on the fingers of Lu Zaoqiu's left hand, and he immediately understood what Lu Zaoqiu didn't say after the sentence "help me".

In the afternoon, Lu Zaoqiu entered the hyperbaric oxygen chamber for treatment, and Zhong Guanbai immediately drove back to their rented house.

He knew that what Lu Zaoqiu wanted to say at that time was: "Help me get my piano."

Zhong Guanbai is not a careful enough person.

But he is a pianist.Even if he loses his hearing one day, he still longs to touch the keys.

Then, Lu Zaoqiu is the same.

Lu Zaoqiu mainly uses two violins, a Stradivari violin from the early [-]th century in Beijing, and a violin left by his mother in the seaside town where they live in South France.

Before Zhong Guanbai left, the roses on the table in the yard had been sun-drained, and the petals withered and fell off, which was the same color as the wooden table.

He hurriedly put away all the things he usually needed, and then brought Lu Zaoqiu's piano.As soon as he walked out of the courtyard, he went back again, packed all the books that Lu Zaoqiu bought for him when he was renting the house in a box, and took them away together.

When the car was almost driving to Nice, his cell phone rang.

After Zhong Guanbai went abroad, he changed his number, and almost no one knew about it. He saw that it was Tang Xiaoli, so he turned on the bluetooth headset to answer it.

Hearing his voice, Tang Xiaoli felt relieved, and began to tease: "Are you considering coming back or getting married, such a big battle."

Zhong Guanbai didn't know what he was talking about at all, and didn't bother to ask, "I'm driving here, I have something to say."

Tang Xiaoli said, "Where are you?"

Zhong Guanbai: "Go to the hospital, my wife is still in the hospital."

Tang Xiaoli: "Chief Lu? Aren't you playing the piano together?"

Zhong Guanbai: "What?"

Tang Xiaoli: "No, about the terrorist attack at the airport, someone took a video on the spot. There are not many YouTube porters on Weibo, and someone recognized you inside, and there was a mysterious man protecting you. It didn't take long. , Another video of you and a mysterious man playing the piano in a restaurant was released, and I don’t know who took it... Then what, you guys finish playing, and have a kiss, you don’t know what the domestic Internet is like now, Lu The chief "professor of the orchestral department of a famous music academy" has been picked up. The comments are all discussing the attack, and I didn't even see it."

Zhong Guanbai cursed and almost dropped his earphones.

In the past few years in the entertainment industry, he has always protected Lu Zaoqiu very well. He never brought any companions when receiving awards, just because he was afraid of affecting Lu Zaoqiu.

Zhong Guanbai had always been very high-profile when he was in the Conservatory of Music. No one knew about his sexual orientation. Although he didn't admit it personally after entering the entertainment circle, many people acquiesced, and he didn't refute it.

There is only one Lu Zaoqiu.

I wanted to show it to everyone, but in the end I put it in the lapel and put it on my heart.

As Tang Xiaoli said, he recalled it himself: "You played the piano before the terrorist attack?"

Zhong Guanbai took a deep breath: "Chairman Lu can't hear anything right now."

With such a sharp mouth, Tang Xiaoli didn't speak for a long time.

He didn't see Lu Zaoqiu many times, but he especially remembered the first time he went to their house, he arrived earlier than the agreed time, Zhong Guan came to open the door in vain, and left after opening the door without paying attention to him.He entered the door and heard the sound of a violin. The tune was familiar but he couldn't name it, so he followed Zhong Guanbai inside.

Zhong Guanbai stood at the door of a room.He followed and looked inside, and there was actually a cartoon of "Tom and Jerry" playing, but the sound was not turned on. A thin man was playing the violin. Although his eyes fell on the screen, the violin and bow in his hands seemed to be alive. Same.Tang Xiaoli watched for a while, and found that the rhythm of the piano sound matched the movements of Tom and Jerry in the cartoon. It was only then that he suddenly remembered that the soundtrack of "Tom and Jerry" is indeed classic classical music.

Zhong Guanbai leaned against the door frame, looking at the back of the man playing the violin with fascination.

At the end of one episode of the cartoon, the man put down the bow and let go of his left hand, holding the violin completely under his jaw. He turned around, tilted his head and smiled at Zhong Guanbai like an outsider who didn't know the age of the world, his eyes were so gentle To melt away: "Guan Bai, come play the piano."

Tang Xiaoli's eyes were dazzled by that smile: "Zhong Guanbai, your family hides a fairy?"

Zhong Guanbai's eyes fell on the man: "...Yes."

Thinking of that scene now, Tang Xiaoli felt astonished. When he heard about it again, he didn't know what to say. After a long while, he said, "If you don't have enough money, just a word. I'll let Qin Zhao know about the matter on the Internet." Don't worry about the PR handling, just take care of Chief Lu first."

Zhong Guanbai said: "I don't want to say thank you, I still have a call to make."

He wanted to call Ji Wentai.

When Ji Wentai answered the phone, he still didn't know what happened: "Zhong Guanbai, you asked that kid Lu Zaoqiu to come back early. What kind of excuses do you always ask for leave? You don't even take wedding leave like this. Right, old Wen?"

Wen Yuean's voice over there was faint: "I haven't taken any marriage leave."

Ji Wentai sighed: "Old Wen, if you had taken your wedding leave, I wouldn't be here to clean your yard at night... You still have this chessboard here?"

Wen Yue'an said, "Stay here."

Ji Wentai said again: "You said that so-and-so in our hospital has never forgotten you, never married in our life, and we are all so old, why don't you just... right, at least someone takes care of you."

Wen Yue'an didn't answer, but only asked, "Ah Bai?"

Only then did Ji Wentai remember that he was still holding the mobile phone in one hand, so he said to Zhong Guanbai, "What's the matter with you kid?"

Zhong Guanbai said: "We encountered a terrorist attack at Nice Airport, and in early autumn...we couldn't hear it for the time being."

Ji Wentai threw the broom aside: "What do you mean 'I can't hear you'?"

"Sudden deafness is under treatment." Zhong Guanbai found that no matter how many times he uttered these words, it didn't get any easier. "The doctor said that the cure rate is still very high, and the first two weeks are the key."

Ji Wentai pondered for a moment: "Call me directly if you have any needs or progress."

Zhong Guanbai: "Yeah. Also, Teacher Ji, many people know about us, me and early autumn, I'm worried about him..."

Wen Yuean's voice came from over there: "Wentai, give me the phone."

Zhong Guanbai: "Teacher?"

Wen Yuean said: "Abai, don't underestimate this child, Zaoqiu."

Zhong Guanbai responded, and said, "I won't."

Wen Yuean said: "Before you brought him to my place, he came here by himself once."

Zhong Guanbai was taken aback.

"I don't usually see people. That morning, he knocked on the door once, but there was no answer, and I had no neighbors, so he played the song "Meditation" outside the yard by himself. It rained soon after, and I thought he had finished playing Just left. Unexpectedly, when it was dark, he said outside the door: "Don't disturb Mr. Wen's rest, the students will come back tomorrow." "

Wen Yuean sat in a wheelchair, looking at a stone lamp at the gate of the courtyard and the eaves on the stone lamp.

That day, when Wen Yuean opened the door, Lu Zaoqiu happened to be standing under the eaves of the door. The rain fell from the eaves and wet his clothes. The stone lamp was reflected on him, and he could see the bandages on the fingers holding the violin case. .

Wen Yuean saw those hands and said, "Ah Bai mentioned you."

Lu Zaoqiu bowed deeply to Wen Yue'an, "Mr. Wen, Guan Bai said he would bring me to see you, but he was worried that you would not agree."

Wen Yuean said: "So you came by yourself."

Lu Zaoqiu: "I'm afraid he will be sad, so I have to disturb him in advance."

Wen Yuean asked: "If I don't agree, will you come every day?"

Lu Zaoqiu lowered his head, the rainwater flowed down from the ends of his hair and across his chin, he said softly: "The students don't dare to disturb them. If the students are standing under the eaves, Mr. Wen should regard him as someone who hides from the rain."