Terrorist attacks

Lin Xin wandered forward and left, and the works hanging on the walls made people smile, full of childishness and creativity unique to children.

Some of the paper has turned yellow, which seems to be old.He looked at a technological invention on the side. The outer shell is made of a beverage bottle. It is a small lamp that emits a faint fragrance when it lights up. This beverage has long been discontinued. It was very popular when he was a child, and Lin Xin also secretly bought it to drink. However, the taste is still unforgettable.

He lowered his head to look at the signature, and smiled for a long time. It turned out to be his old classmate, who had been at the same table for three years in elementary school.

For such a long time, I didn't expect that the Children's Palace still kept it.

Thinking about it again, I felt something was wrong.At that time, the child went to the Municipal Cultural Center with me, and because he was at the same table, he often took a ride with the Lin family, and did not change his report to the Children's Palace on the way. The elegant woman, Lin Xin felt familiar after a glance, and it took a long time before she said: "Ms. Yao"

Yao Shuyun was originally a piano teacher at the cultural center and taught Lin Xin for several years, so she still has an impression of him.

"You are... Lin Xin"

Lin Xin nodded:

"Teacher Yao works here"

Yao Shuyun smiled and said:

"I'm about to retire, and now I'm in charge of recruiting students. How come I have time to come here today? The teacher hasn't seen you for more than ten years."

"My little nephew is in class here. I'll come to pick him up. It's still early after school, so I just wander around."

Yao Shuyun sighed:

"How many years have passed in a blink of an eye. It seems that you were a child who was so tall yesterday, and you are here to pick up the juniors today." He gestured with his hands and said, "You don't know, this Children's Palace is where you used to be. The predecessor of the Municipal Cultural Center has been rebuilt after demolition a few years ago, and it has just been completed this year. The scale is much larger, and you see, the excellent works of those children in the past are well preserved."

Lin Xin smiled wryly:

"I used to learn piano, and I don't have any works left, so I can only look at other people's works."

Yao Shuyun shook her head:

"It's the same. I'm also happy to see the works of the children of the same class. Come, you come with me. This piece is something for children of your age. It's very good. It's a pity that everyone is very busy now, and everything about work and housing is stressful." , Putting it here is also a decoration, only the students and their parents who are studying here will take a look, it should touch you the most, but not many young people are willing to come and see."

Lin Xin looked at everything, and stopped in front of a painting. It was a simple landscape painting, a quiet bamboo forest, a flowing river, and the houses on the banks were very comfortable.But the brushwork is immature after all, it is rare to have such a state of mind.

Lin Xin approached, talking to Yao Shuyun, squinting at the inscription on the lower right.

The three words "Qiao Yisheng" inscribed were impressively in sight, and Lin Xin felt his heart froze for a second, and he was dumbfounded, speechless.

Next to this large landscape painting, there are several comic strips that look like children's graffiti, which seem to be just drafts, but the effect of the oil-based black brush strokes shocked Lin Xin even more.

He once thought about how Qiao Yisheng's other works would feel except for his serious traditional Chinese paintings. He wanted to see his works when he was a child. They must be childish and extremely cute.

Because he likes this person, he wants to know everything about him.

But Lin Xin didn't expect that Qiao Yisheng's childhood had his own participation.

Several comic strips of graffiti tell a story in sequence.

In the first painting, a child whose appearance is slightly different from others is excluded by the crowd one after another, standing alone under the street lamp.

In the second painting, he stands at the back door of the piano classroom, quietly watching a child play the piano, with envious and obsessive eyes.

In the third painting, the child was troubled by another tall and strong child in the cultural center. The other party threw his paint paper on the ground, and his arm was scratched by his nails, and the blood slowly flowed out.

In the fourth painting, the piano classroom is brightly lit. The child practicing the piano stands at the door, pulls the excluded one to his side, and angrily scolds the tall and strong child in the dark corridor, which is a bit cold-eyed.

In the fifth painting, two children walked into the piano room, one of them lowered his head, and carefully wiped the blood off the other's arm. He bent down slightly, and the jade buried in his collar fell down his neck, and he didn't care.

There was no signature on this painting, but Lin Xin could tell at a glance whose handwriting it was.To be honest, he had forgotten about that matter long ago, and had a normal life when he was a teenager. Occasionally, one or two such things were nothing.If someone mentions it, he will probably have a little impression.But appearing in front of him in this form can only be a shock.

He didn't know, it turned out that Qiao Yisheng had remembered him for more than ten years, and Qiao Yisheng never mentioned the past.

Yao Shuyun stared blankly at Lin Xin for a long time, then smiled and began to explain:

"These graffiti are from the same author as the landscape painting. He left in a hurry at that time, and the graffiti was also found in a drawer in his studio. Speaking of which, our family has a little relationship with his family."

Lin Xin came back to his senses, he wanted to know Qiao Yisheng too much now, he had no chance before, but now he can do every bit of it: "How can I say this kid...what was he like when he was a child?"

Yao Shuyun shook her head:

"It's unimaginable for ordinary people." She seemed to be immersed in the memory, and it took her a long time to continue: "My father and his grandfather are colleagues who have a good relationship and often walk around. My father asked me to take care of him in the cultural center, so I have a deep impression on him. .

His grandfather was originally a professor at the university next door. Those years were chaotic, his wife disappeared, and he was sent down to teach art in a middle school.My daughter is in an art troupe. In the early days of reform and opening up, people often say that she is open and open, how could she be so open that she gave birth to a bastard with a foreigner! Maybe she was only pregnant at that time, and the child's father disappeared before the belly was revealed.At that time, anyone who has experienced it can imagine how sad it must be to bring a mixed-race child without a father.

A woman, at this point, is living day by day, not to mention she was severely depressed after giving birth, and the child left when she was very young, leaving the grandparent and grandson to depend on each other.

Fortunately, this child is well-behaved and sensible, so he doesn't have to worry about everything in life and study, and he has gradually gained immunity to the rumors from the outside world. I don't know how to survive those days. Anyway, outsiders like us can't imagine.

His grandfather fell ill later, and the American father somehow remembered him at this time, and insisted on letting him live in the United States.This child is filial, serving him by his grandfather's bed every day. My father and I visited the old man's house and lived in a dilapidated small courtyard. His mind is already blurred and he only knows this only grandson.

In the United States, he dragged it on for more than a year, and it wasn't until his grandfather passed away that the child simply cleaned up.Thinking about it now, it has been more than ten years. I don't know how he is doing, but he should be about the same age as you. "

Lin Xin didn't know how to answer the words, he just felt so distressed that he tossed and turned, as if he was rubbed all over, and was about to shrink into a ball.

He always thought that Qiao Yisheng's coldness and insidiousness was something he had grown up in a family fighting for power and profit, so he had to have it in order to continuously consolidate his position.

The facts in front of him shocked his internal organs. It turned out that he had experienced many hazes that he could not even imagine. It turned out that he was involved in his obscure childhood.

Fortunately, the role I played was quite appropriate.

Lin Xin couldn't bear it any longer, there were too many thoughts in his mind, he was as clueless as a ball of yarn.

On one side is the childhood Qiao Yisheng.He gritted his teeth with hatred. He actually worked hard for a long time, and he couldn't remember what he looked like at that time, but he imagined everything that happened to him based on his feelings. A beautiful and taciturn child grew up with his spine poked, and he only felt distressed. .For a while, the world was spinning, and it was terribly uncomfortable.

On the other hand, he thought about leaving Qiao Yisheng that day, he had a terrible stomachache, and he was still in the car waiting for him to get back from buying medicine.He believed in himself so much that he never doubted it. Lin Xin didn't know what expressions Qiao Yisheng would make after he left. He seriously reflected on how he was different from those who made trouble when he was a child.

Maybe Qiao Yisheng's immunity is good enough, and he didn't care about those people for a long time, but he was caught off guard by the knife and stabbed right in the heart.

Lin Xin's hands and feet were cold and he couldn't move.He made up his mind, he wanted to stay by Qiao Yisheng's side, this person had too many unknown sides, but his most sincere side was given to himself, Lin Xin couldn't help but be moved.

He was standing in the hall, and Yao Shuyun had already taken a step ahead when he had something to do. It was not until his little nephew pulled his sleeve after school that he regained consciousness, smiled at the child, and carried him into the car.

Lin Xin explained the matter of the law firm and wanted to book a plane ticket to go to the United States immediately, but his grandfather had a regular checkup years ago, so he had to put this decision aside, and drove the old man to the hospital for a physical examination early on Wednesday morning.