Terrorist attacks

Later, when he was a little older, he often went to a cultural center far away from home to learn painting on weekends. His grandfather taught him Chinese painting at home, but his health became worse and worse. He had to rest for a long time before continuing. He had a retired teacher who was familiar with him. , Those who study oil painting, Chinese painting is also good, have nothing to do, and opened a training class in the cultural center to teach children to paint.He just made contact with them, and his old colleagues were also enthusiastic. After many years of friendship, they settled down, and asked Qiao Yisheng to stay in the museum for two and a half days on weekends to learn painting from him.

Qiao Yisheng prefers Chinese landscape paintings. He often sits on a small table at home, quietly, and spends a whole morning painting. He is very determined at a young age, and it is difficult to be disturbed by the outside world.

He hardly knows the children in the cultural center. They come from all corners of the city. Most of the time, the children are studying painting with peace of mind. Unlike in school, everyone already knows the basics, and you can always find someone pointing behind his back, even pointing fingers. Verbal insults.

The studio is on the third floor. The old gentleman lectures very slowly. He not only talks about painting skills, but sometimes when he is happy, he also talks about anecdotes about celebrities in the painting world.Qiao Yi listened very carefully, and often took out a small notebook to jot down notes, drawing until everyone around him had left before returning home.

The old gentleman saw that he was diligent and was an old friend with his grandfather, so he liked him very much, and he was more meticulous in his guidance.

Sometimes I would ask him to go upstairs to get some painting utensils to take home for use, which are good things that are difficult to buy outside.

One time when he passed the fourth floor, it was almost dark and the people dispersed. He sent the drawing up and checked the time. He was afraid that his grandpa would be waiting for a long time. He was just about to go downstairs when he heard a burst of instrumental music, intermittently and faintly. But he couldn't help but follow the sound.

He found the end of the corridor, the indoor lights were on, and the vermilion door was also open. He hesitated for a moment, stood at the door and looked in. There was only one child in the piano room, sitting behind the piano with his face covered, looking from his direction. In the past, you could only see the keys fall one by one and recover quickly.

He stood at the door for an unknown amount of time, until the child finished the song and quickly closed the piano cover, resting his hands on it to breathe slightly, then he realized it and turned to leave.

Many times later, he often passed by here, and subconsciously looked into the door. He felt that the tunes flowing out of this room were very pleasant. It was the first time he saw the piano, and the thick and clear sound was shocking enough. And that Seriously practicing the piano, and occasionally the children who close the piano cover and lie on it secretly for a nap, all make him linger.

That afternoon, he took the painting tools upstairs and walked to the corridor on the fourth floor. Before he could stand still, he saw a troublesome big man in the next class of the school. He just came to the cultural center in the past few weeks and learned calligraphy. Looking at him from a distance, with unfriendly eyes.

He had experienced too much of that look, so he had no choice but to hold the painting utensils in his hands and turn around to leave.

But the big man was a step ahead of him, walked around in front of him, and stopped him:

"Hey, wait a minute, where are you going? You're in such a hurry. You're such a good student. You come here on weekends to learn how to paint."

Qiao suppressed his voice and ignored him, and he continued:

"Isn't this something from the museum? Okay, I caught it. Steal it home and save some money. Are bastards so cheap? How can a person like you still be at the flag-raising ceremony on Monday? Showing your face, good grades are nothing, you are a bastard, not a purebred Chinese, and you are worthy of being a small standard bearer?"

With a "snap", the painting utensils in Qiao Yisheng's hand were snatched and smashed to pieces, and his arm was scratched by his sharp nails, making a big cut. The big man said "bastard" on the left and "wild goods" on the right. , endlessly.

Suddenly, there was a "bang" in the piano room. Ten thousand horses were silent, and there was a shock. It was caused by the keys being pressed hard on a large area, and then the piano cover was suddenly closed, and the sound of footsteps approached. Gradually revealed: "What's the matter?"

The big man stopped talking. He recognized the child. The family seemed to be in very good condition. Every time he went to and from get out of class, there was a driver to pick him up and drop him off. He didn't get close to the people around him.

"Are you the one who yelled just now? Why are you swearing at people?" The big man stopped talking, glared at Qiao Yisheng, and walked away resentfully.

The child looked at Qiao Yisheng's arm, and opened the door a little more:

"Come in, your hand is hurt."

It is the person he has seen many times.Qiao Yisheng suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, which he had never experienced before.

He used to see his mother in pain every day until she died, and he was also sad, but he felt that relative to death, she was finally liberated, no longer had to suffer, and there was comfort.

He was pointed at, abused and abused by Xiao Le's family at will, he only felt angry, with a hint of hatred, but not the slightest bit of sadness.

But now, because of an unfamiliar child, he felt uncomfortable because he didn't know how to look at himself after listening to others scolding him.

Qiao Yi followed him into the piano room, and the child poured him a glass of water and asked him to sit down.

"I only have paper towels here. I'll stop the bleeding first. Remember to wash the wound well after you go back. My mother works in the hospital and keeps talking about it every day. If the wound bleeds and is not disinfected, it will easily become inflamed."

Qiao Yi stared at him without speaking.

"By the way, will your parents come to pick you up later? You have to tell them about this, and see if the big guy dares to bully people in the future."

Qiao Yi shook his head:

"I'll take care of it myself, thank you."

"You're so pretty." The child sat down suddenly, and looked closely at his face.

Joe looked at him suspiciously.

"No, no, don't get me wrong. I'm not saying you look like a girl. In short, you are very good-looking. Don't listen to the big guy talking nonsense just now, what kind of bastard, you are not. I used to go to the embassy with my grandfather and saw Many foreigners, you are of mixed race, and the children of mixed race are smart and beautiful, my mother said, it is good for, good for that gene.”

Qiao Yisheng has never heard of this kind of statement before, all he has seen is the abuse and insults in the open, and sometimes he feels that he is really different from ordinary people, he no longer desires the respect of others, it seems that the blood in his bones has long been cold It's so bad, my heart is frozen and frozen to see the light of day.

The child raised his hand and slowly covered the paper towel. The dark red blood quickly spread out. He frowned, threw the paper towel away, took out another one, and wiped off the blood little by little.

From Qiao Yisheng's angle, he could just see the red thread in his neck, which was entangled in a thin circle, and fell lightly. He stood up, bowed his head, and finally cleaned the wound with a tissue.

The red thread jumped out from the neckline. Qiao Yisheng felt his hands cool down. He lowered his eyes to see that it was a piece of green jade with a small crescent-shaped gap at the corner. It may have been accidentally broken, and the pattern on the jade was also broken. It's very special. It's not a zodiac sign, nor is it Guanyin Buddha. It's just a vegetable and a radish. The carvings are extremely delicate, and they are matched with high-quality jade materials. They are more lifelike and very cute.

The texture of jade is very good, and it has been in contact with his arm for a long time. It is still slightly cool in the high temperature in summer, and it is very comfortable to stick to his hand.

The child breathed a sigh of relief, stood up straight, noticed the exposed jade, smiled, stretched out his hand and threw it into his collar, took the water that Qiao Yisheng had just poured on the table, and asked him: "How do you Don’t drink? Then I drink, it’s so hot today.”

After drinking, he went to pour another glass, and quickly poured his head up.

"You also come to class on weekends, right? You will often come to play in the future. I'm going back. Let's go together?"

Qiao Yisheng walked with him to the entrance of the Cultural Center, watched him get into the car, and waved to him.

Later, the big man was caught cheating in the final exam, got a demerit penalty, and was caught stealing several times, and his reputation gradually became bad.

But Qiao Yisheng never went to the cultural center again, never heard the sound of the piano on the fourth floor, and never saw that person again.

In autumn, my grandfather was seriously ill, and he stayed by the bedside every day. Not long after, my father sent someone over to pick him up.He insisted again and again, and finally endured for more than a year. He accompanied his grandfather on the final journey before leaving China.In the sound of rumbling planes, looking back at the homeland, there is a lot of right and wrong.

Ahead is America.