Really young master holding sweet script

Silver flashes pierced the sky, and amidst the roar of thunder, the rain fell.

Consciousness gradually regained clarity, Shi Jing opened his eyes.

As if in memory, there is a yellowed photo of him leaning against the window next to the stage.

"I just said that you just recovered from a serious illness, you should go out to get some fresh air, and you will not be able to make up for half a year's homework in a day and a half."

Shi Jing followed the sound and saw that the boy standing beside him had a childish face and was wearing a blue and white summer school uniform. He was Fan Chen, who looked like a high school student.

Shi Jing knew that he was so ill that he couldn't recover, and spent his days half asleep and half awake, but everything in front of him seemed to be back to the beginning.

If everything in front of me is not a dream...

Fan Chen patted him on the shoulder familiarly, pulling back his chaotic thoughts, "Xiao Jing, what do you think of the opening ceremony?"

A stage play was being performed on the stage, amidst the noisy laughter, he smiled softly, "It's very exciting."

"I also feel that the temperature has been changing from hot to cold recently. You know that I get dizzy when I catch a cold. Otherwise, the Ministry of Literature and Art will have a dinner together and take you to meet some new friends..." Before Fan Chen finished speaking, there was A few boys walked straight towards them.

"Excuse me, senior Shi Jing, I didn't see you backstage, so I came here to ask, hurry up and get ready, it's the finale performance soon."

Shi Jing's health is not good, but her memory is good.

He had been immunocompromised since he was a child. In his sophomore year of high school, he fell ill and took a break from school for more than half a year before his health gradually improved.

He did not choose to repeat his studies, but was arranged by his father to transfer to Landi Middle School in T City. His father also specifically asked Fan Chen, the son of his old subordinate, to take good care of him.

He is... reborn.

After going through the second week, he knew that Fan Chen would not take care of him specially, and would target him everywhere.

The piano performance at the finale of the opening ceremony was Fan Chen's own initiative, signing up for him, and citing a cold and unclear mind, he didn't notify him in advance and make any relevant preparations.

As for Shi Jing's piano, she only started learning it when she went abroad after failing the college entrance examination.

In his previous life, he didn't know how to be flexible. After the host announced the scene, he stiffly refused to go on stage.

The atmosphere at the scene was awkward, and the whispers almost drowned him out.

Just after transferring to the new school, something like this happened. The head teacher reported the situation at the ceremony to his father.

The Shi Group is involved in many fields and is a well-known wealthy enterprise in China.

Although his father advocated keeping a low profile and did not let Shi Jing show his face in front of the outside world, he had been in the business world for many years and valued his illusory face the most, so he was naturally disappointed in him.

Fan Chen winked at the boy in front of him, and then said in a dilemma, "My brother didn't have any costumes ready, how can we go on stage?"

Several people from the art department looked at each other, and immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, Brother Fan, we were so busy with rehearsals that we were crazy, and we didn't pay attention to the notice, and now the list has been submitted."

"Besides, everyone went to dinner after the performance. Brother Fan, you are sick, and you can't stand on stage for the senior."

"That's right! The finale performance is the face of our school, the seniors don't take it seriously, isn't it the face of our school..."

After the boy said this, the surrounding atmosphere was a little awkward.

Needle-like gazes fell on him one after another.

Just as Fan Chen was about to open his mouth to smooth things over, the host announced from the stage, "The following is Class A of Senior Three, Shi Jing's piano solo, we applaud and welcome."

"I'm on the stage." He tilted his head slightly, said something casually, then turned and walked on the stage.

Fan Chen couldn't believe it.

Such words actually came out of Shi Jing's mouth!

How dare someone blatantly go on stage to embarrass others?

See you a long time!

The lights on the beams of the auditorium were all extinguished.

A few seconds later, a beam of spotlights was projected in the center of the stage.

Shi Jing was wearing a summer school uniform, and her shoulders were thin and thin, which is unique to teenagers. She was stepping on a pair of white shoes of a small brand, and the laces were loosely tied, hanging down softly.

Sitting on the piano bench in this attire, there was nothing wrong with it, with his hands resting on the keys, there was a mole on the root of his right ring finger.

After staring at the piano for a few seconds, he raised his eyelids and glanced down the stage. The young man had a straight nose, a cold brow, and a few sparkles in his amorous peach blossom eyes.

A girl in the audience was stunned, "This is hard to get into even if you have money. Is it a specialty of a century-old school?"

"I'm so good-looking! The school uniform looks high-end, but why haven't I seen him in school?"

"I can answer this question. It seems to be a new one. It just looks sick. I still prefer Xie Yinhan's answer..."

"It's not just one face, come on stage to fill a vase, right?"

Listening to the discussion, Fan Chen sat in the back row with a few people from the Department of Literature and Art, and crossed their legs.

Within a few seconds, there was soothing piano music, soothing the impetuousness in his heart.

The auditorium became more and more quiet, and everyone held their breath and focused on listening to the melodious piano sound.

Only Fan Chen could hardly hold back the expression on his face.

There is no magic sound piercing the ears as imagined, and there is no mistake in playing a single syllable.

How can this be?

Why didn't he know that Shi Jing could play the piano?

Still close your eyes and blind bomb!

Obviously, when discussing piano music a few days ago, this person didn't know anything about it!

This piece of music obviously requires extremely high key control ability. He has practiced for a long time, but he can play it but he can't play it well...

In the melodious qin music, Fan Chen felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles, but he stood up abruptly.

Several people from the Literature and Art Department stood up softly, and walked out of the auditorium together with Fan Chen.

The side of the small auditorium, the only way to the back door, is Randy's monitoring blind spot.

The drizzle fell on the stretched branches and leaves, and the accumulated drips fell on the basketball shoes, smashing them to pieces.

The boy was sitting bowed in the wooden chair, his hair was slightly damp from the raindrops, a cigarette was blatantly pinned to his ear, and his two sky-defying long legs were stepping on the gravel road, fiddling with the Rubik's Cube in his hand.

A few people around you pushed and shoved me, "The rain will be heavy soon, won't you be drenched like a dog?"

"At this time, it's time for the final performance. The minister of literature and art didn't say the finale, is it a newly transferred vase?"

"You can believe even his farts, and he also said that the idiot surnamed Fan knows how to measure, but he still has the guts to touch my brother Han's painting..."

Quickly turning the Rubik's Cube in his hand, when the last row of color blocks returned to its place, Xie Yinhan completely disrupted it in the next second, and asked casually, "Who played "Sorrowful"?"

Several people looked at each other, Tan Di was the first to react quickly, "It's called Shi Jing, it seems to be a senior in high school..."

"Fuck, that idiot surnamed Fan is here!"

After slapping the Rubik's Cube on the bench, Xie Yinhan stood up.

"There are people around him, more people than us, please be careful, I'm afraid this kid will play tricks..." Tan Di said halfway, when he looked up, his brother had already stepped forward and grabbed the other person's clothes collar.

Xie Yinhan's tone was light, unable to detect any emotion, "It's you, dare to touch my things?"

Fan Chen had just eaten up, and was in an extremely unhappy mood, but he was grabbed by the collar and had to struggle to raise his head.

It seemed that the person was Xie Yinhan, and he said viciously, "That's the young master giving you face. Gao Yi just came here and advised you to be a man with your tail between your legs..."

Xie Yinhan tightened his five fingers and dragged Fan Chen to the side of the road. Without hesitation, he pointed the back of the opponent's head at the tree trunk behind and smashed it hard.

The few people following Fan Chen also reacted quickly, swarming up.

Xie Yinhan dodged the attack behind him indifferently, and kicked again, hitting Fan Chen's chest that was sliding down the tree trunk.

—

The leader was still making an endless concluding speech, Shi Jing finished playing a song, and left the auditorium first.

He walked quickly to the nearby campus supermarket, bought an umbrella, and then heaved a sigh of relief, sending a message to the driver to pick him up.

Randy is located in the suburbs, so it is not easy to take a taxi.

Walking on the gravel road leading to the back door, looking at the surrounding scenery, he only felt as if he had passed away.

There were bursts of wailing ahead, carried by the breeze.

He didn't have the leisure to watch high school students fight, so he passed by with his head lowered.

As a result, within a few steps, there was an intermittent cry, "Help...help me..."

Yusi's fresh breath was mixed with blood, and penetrated into Shi Jing's nasal cavity. He paused in place, looking at Fan Chen who was lying on the ground, his face covered in blood.

And several students from the Department of Literature and Art just now were rolling on the mud floor.

It's still early for the New Year, so it's not a New Year's greeting, right?

From Shi Jing's angle, he could only see the condescending boy stepping on Fan Chen's back, rubbing the soles of his sneakers on Fan Chen's clothes, and walking towards him.

He raised the umbrella, and his eyes met the boy with wet hair. He had sharp eyebrows and raised eyes, and he had a good-looking appearance that was popular with girls, but not humane.

He couldn't be more familiar with this face.

His parents got into a commercial marriage, and the seemingly incompatible two people decided to have all the freedom in the marriage, and no one would interfere with the other.

The mother and the elder brother lived abroad, and all their minds were on the elder brother, and somehow they avoided him. The father was busy with his career, and in an emotional desert, Shi Jing grew up.

Before transferring to another school, his father was busy and told him that he would secretly take his illegitimate son Xie Yinhan back to Shi's family.

Xie Yinhan is different from everyone he has ever met. He does things only based on his mood, regardless of the consequences, but he is straightforward and neat. He is the kind of person his father values ​​most.

The hand holding the umbrella handle tightened slightly, and the soft hair on the top of Shi Jing's head was blown by the wind.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds.

Xie Yinhan sneered, "Dare to come to the rescue, did you call the teacher before coming here?"

"Hey, our brother Han is asking you something, what are you doing?"

"Good student, have you bought insurance before you come here?"

Tan Di followed suit, "It's not wise to come here to die at this time, is it because you have studied too much and made your brain stupid?"

Shi Jing didn't look at the ground again, and Fan Chen, who couldn't say a complete sentence, explained calmly, "I'm just passing by, excuse me."

Xie Yinhan stood where he was, with no intention of moving.

The rainy day at the end of summer was cool, so Shi Jing held up an umbrella and walked around Xie Yinhan.

When walking forward, Xie Yin's cold words came from behind him, "If a teacher comes over later, I will not let you go."

—

The suburbs are about half an hour's drive from the city center. Shi Jing was sitting in the back seat of the car, and the phone screen was turned off because it had not been operated for a long time.

Feeling consciousness floating in mid-air, Shi Jing clearly felt that she was dreaming.

The surroundings are blurred, only the books with black covers in front of him are slowly unfolding.

The inside is not a blur as imagined.

On the light and thin paper, the handwriting is clear, and countless words flood into the eyes.

All the ups and downs in this book revolve around one person.

Xie Yinhan is the hero of this novel.

The cold words took away Xie Yinhan's wandering childhood.

After his mother died, he was sent to an orphanage, where he was teased and bullied by other children. He was adopted at the age of eight, and was sent back to the orphanage because he was unlovable and had a weird personality.

From then on, the person who sponsored him to go to school was his biological father - Shi Jianfeng.

Although Shi Jing is sick and weak in the novel, he is the villain in the novel.

The beginning is doomed, no matter what he does, he will eventually become the protagonist, a stepping stone on the road to success.

In the following plot, his mother said in disgust that Shi Jing was not a child of the Shi family at all, and his biological father's photo was caught in the "Love Poetry Collection" in his mother's study in the old house.

It was a past that his mother didn't want to mention, so when she saw his face, her mother felt disgusted.

Shi Jing's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and just as he was about to continue reading, a vibrating bell sounded, pulling him back with great force.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the screen beside him was flickering with a faint light. It was a call from his father, Shi Jianfeng.

Just one second before the automatic hangup, he wiped off the sweat from his forehead, adjusted his state, and connected the phone.

"Hey, Dad, are you looking for me?"

It seemed to be very busy over there, and he said straight to the point, "Dad is busy with a project, it's your younger brother who doesn't worry about it, and got into a dispute with that child from the Fan family."

"I'll take care of other things later, Xiao Jing, don't lose your temper, go to the hospital and bring back your worried brother."

The contents of the book in the dream were vivid in his memory, he hesitated for half a second before responding, "Dad, please rest assured to work, I understand."

Putting down the phone, the driver's gaze shifted to Jing's face in the central rearview mirror. The young man had thick and thick eyelashes hanging down, as if he was thinking.

"Master, do you want to turn around and go to the hospital?"

The air was silent for a few seconds before the boy said slowly, "Well, I'm sorry to trouble you."