The actor is sick, I have no medicine

The young master of the Tingtian family is idle and doesn't do business all day long. His only pastime on weekdays is to ask pretty boys out on dates.

Niwada Taiki's requirements for a date are very simple, tall and good-looking, with a male model figure, he can be saddled for him on the street, and he can enjoy himself in bed.

He never refuses anyone, especially those little stars in his own entertainment company.No matter how tall he is in front of the public, as long as he is willing to put down his figure for him and have enough fun, he is willing to go out to have fun.

Mr. Rong has always been troubled by the chaotic private life of his only son, and he doesn't know how to restrain him. He never thought that his son would suddenly accept his heart one day.

The reason was that Xing Xun asked his boy to go to the Xing Zhai every two days to teach him how to play the guitar.

Since going to the prison house twice, Tingtian Dashu no longer goes out to fool around, and no longer goes to nightclubs every day to get drunk.

Rong Quwen only heard that the company's former ace artist was placed under house arrest by his father, but he didn't know the reason behind it.Seeing that her son was finally saved, she let him go.

On Saturday morning, it was time for Mr. Xing's weekly one-on-one lectures.

Tingtian Dashu obediently carried his little guitar on his back, and was sent to the gate of the criminal house on time in the car sent by the criminal family.

Stopped by the bodyguard guarding the door and searched carefully, Tingtian Dashu raised his hands high, opened his big watery eyes, and blinked innocently at the bodyguard: "Brother, do you feel good?"

The bodyguard's unsmiling face turned red in an instant, he coughed twice, and quickly stepped aside, indicating that Mr. Tingtian could enter the eldest young master's room.

Watching Mr. Tingtian walk into the young master's room with his guitar on his back, the bodyguard's mind has already started to have thoughts.

Every few days, the young master would call this doll-like boy into the room and stay there for several hours without knowing what the two of them were doing in the room.

"Hey... it hurts!"

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the bodyguard heard the pitiful panting of young master Tingtian coming from the room: "—— Ah Huan, take it easy!"

Silently put away the metal detector, he squeezed his nose tightly, and left the corridor on the top floor as if flying.

Who can stand up to a stunner like Young Master Tingtian...

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Staring at the eldest son who was alone with Tingtian's boy on the screen, Xing Jingshan leaned on the leather sofa without saying a word.

A strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine came to the nostrils, lingering in the dark study room.The confidant standing behind the sofa lit a new cigar, bowed and handed it to the master.

"...Xing Dong, this is already your fifth root today."

White smoke filled the study room, and the cronies couldn't help reminding him in a low voice.

After returning to China, in order to control the spread of cancer cells, Xing Dong has been carrying out conservative treatment.However, since half a year ago, the young master who had fled was forcibly taken back to Xing's house. Xing Dong, who hadn't smoked for a long time, started to be addicted to cigarettes again, smoking one after another every day, without any regard for his physical condition.

Breathing out a smoke ring in mid-air, Xing Jingshan didn't make a sound.

In the darkness, he slowly narrowed his eyes, staring at the monitor screen in the middle.

Originally hanging on the wall of the study room were all landscape paintings of celebrities, but now they have been replaced with six or seven monitor screens.The middle one is facing the young master's bedroom, and the others are corridors, front halls and large balconies.Except for the bathroom and toilet, the entire top floor can be seen in the surveillance camera.

The young man in the picture lowered his eyebrows and was patiently talking to the boy in front of him.The curved eye ends are slightly lifted up, touching the light black tear mole, making him look more picturesque in the black and white picture.

The man's indifferent voice came from the monitor, and the cold voice echoed in the dim study: "Let's start, slow down first."

As he leans down towards the boy, the restraints around his waist come into view.The few white belts wrapped around his body were tied up with the cooperation of several doctors and bodyguards.

On the day he was brought back to the prison, he struggled desperately on the bed in the bedroom, from howling in despair at the beginning, then slowly turned his head and stared at himself with those bloodshot eyes.

His eyes were so cold that everyone present was terrified. Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, which gradually wet the sheets under him, but he never pleaded.

A strong sense of exhaustion welled up in his heart, Xing Jingshan closed his eyes, and crushed the cigarette butt in his hand.

Just as he was about to order his cronies to turn off the surveillance, he suddenly heard harsh footsteps outside the door.

Someone stepped on the solid wood floor in high heels and was walking step by step towards the study at the end of the corridor.

As soon as he heard the sound, the cronies hurried to the gate, trying to stop anyone from entering the house.

After all, Xing Dong once ordered that no one should approach this study room when the monitoring screen is turned on.

Before the cronies came out to stop him, the heavy door of the study was suddenly pushed open.

Seeing who was standing at the door, the cronies froze in place:

"Husband, ma'am, what do you—"

Mrs. Jiang didn't speak.

She ignored the bodyguards blocking her, stepped on her high heels, and walked towards her husband sitting in front of the sofa step by step.

Even if she is the matriarch of the family, she has never been allowed to enter this study of her husband.

Hearing his cronies calling the visitor behind his back, Xing Jingshan's back stiffened, but he didn't look back.

Stopping behind the sofa, Mrs. Jiang stared at the monitoring screen that was broadcasting in real time on the wall, her delicately made-up face was completely drained of blood.

"go out."

After a while, she heard her husband turn his back to her and said lightly: "This is not the place for you."

The monitoring screen on the wall was glowing with pale light. The two people in the picture had been alone for more than two hours. The young man of Tingtian's family stood up and walked to the armchair.

He bent down, leaned into the young man's ear, and whispered something to him.

After the two whispered, the young master of Tingtian's family left the room.The young man didn't go back to the seat and sit down. He dragged the lock box tied to his feet and came to the bedroom window with iron railings installed.

The man lowered his eyes and looked at the large flower field in the front yard.

Looking at the back in white clothes and trousers on the screen, Mrs. Jiang's shoulders began to tremble uncontrollably.

Twenty years ago, when she saw that woman for the first and last time, that woman was also like this, wearing a long white dress with locked iron chains on her feet, standing in a daze in front of the window cast with iron bars .

Hearing that she was coming, the woman turned around slowly, tears trickled down the corners of her eyes, and wet the moles at the corners of her eyes.

She begged herself to take good care of Jingshan in the future.

Also that night, the woman somehow escaped from Xing's house and jumped down from the top floor of Wanhai Building.

After being yelled at by Xing Jingshan, Mrs. Jiang stood still.

For the first time in so many years, she disobeyed her husband's orders.

If Lin Xiangni hadn't sent someone to contact the Jiang family privately today, she would not have known the secret that Xing Jingshan had hidden for so many years.

Why is the elder son of the husband still not becoming the son-in-law of the Lin family even though everything has been settled and the person involved in the scandal has also been sent out of the country.

Why has hereditary mental illness been found out, but her husband still has to designate him as the heir and keep him locked up at home 24 hours a day under strict supervision.

Finding that Mrs. Jiang had no intention of leaving, Xing Jingshan's tone suddenly turned cold: "Jiang Kaier, let me say it one last time, give me—"

"Punishment Mountain!!"

At some point, Mrs. Jiang walked around the sofa and walked in front of her husband.

With all her strength, she lifted the birthday gift of the Buddha statue given to her father by her youngest son on the table, and slammed it hard at the big screen on the wall.

A crack appeared on the surface of the monitor, and the black and white picture gradually became distorted.In the picture, the young man is still standing by the window, the sunlight shines into the window along the gap between the railings, and a thin and tall figure falls on the floor surface.

"Xing Jingshan, you can see clearly."

Mrs. Jiang was already in hysteria. She pointed at the thin figure on the screen, her eyes were bloodshot: "This person is not Yuan Mei. Yuan Mei died a long time ago. She fell on the road and was crushed by a car until her bones were gone!"

Snapped--

A burst of severe pain hit, Mrs. Jiang covered her side face, staring in disbelief at the familiar yet unfamiliar man in front of her.

Because the strength of the palm was too great, a bloodstain appeared on her face in an instant.

This is the first time Xing Jingshan has hit her so hard after so many years of marriage.

Looking at the middle-aged man with a distorted face in front of her, Mrs. Jiang didn't flinch as usual.

She raised her head high, like a victor standing on the moral high ground, and said to her husband word by word: "He is your son, the seed you grew up by yourself!"

"Even my own son will not be spared." Looking cruelly at the person in front of her, Mrs. Jiang smiled wantonly and desolately, "Xing Jingshan, you beast."

……

Hearing his mother's shrill laughter coming from the study, Xing Xing was startled and almost dropped the potted plant in his arms on the floor.

Because he knew that he liked flowers and plants, after returning to China, his father opened up a flower garden in the backyard, and specially invited a gardening teacher to come to the house to teach him how to grow flowers and plants.

The calla lily in the garden was growing just right. She dug one and put it in a flower pot. She originally planned to carry it upstairs to present her father as a treasure.Unexpectedly, as soon as she reached the stairs, she heard mother and father arguing in the study.

Out of curiosity, she stood at the gate holding the potted plant and listened to all the conversations of her parents.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps downstairs.

Worried that someone would find out that he was eavesdropping, Xing Xing picked up the potted plant and began to hurry downstairs.

She didn't expect that she would run into Xun Bo who had just returned from patrolling the golf course.

"Miss Si, what happened, you left in such a hurry?"

Seeing Miss Fourth running down in a panic, Xun Bo was faintly puzzled.

Not caring about explaining at all, Xing Xing quickly lied that he was busy, ran downstairs in a hurry, slipped into his room and closed the door.

Looking at the back of Miss Fourth who hurried downstairs, Xun Bo stood where he was, lost in thought for a moment.

Locking the bedroom door, Xing Xing drew the curtains, covered himself with a quilt, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Hey, wake up?"

A gentle male voice came from the other end of the phone: "What's the matter, what do you need from me?"

"Well, third brother—" Xing Xing hesitated, "I, I have something urgent to tell you, it's about big brother..."

Hearing his sister talking incoherently on the other end of the phone, Xing Rui frowned slightly: "Say it."

Looking at the girl in a wheelchair feeding pigeons not far away, he clenched the coffee cup in his hand, but still did not walk over.

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"—— Ah Huan, take it easy!"

Xing Xuan picked up a stick and hit the back of his hand, and Tingtian Dashu was in pain.

"I played it right, the second paragraph is like this!"

Removing the stick in his hand, putting his hands back on the back of the chair, Xing Xuan said coldly: "Wrong, come again."

Glancing hard at the man in front of him, Ting Tian Taiki shook his hand and pressed the strings of the guitar again.

The soothing rhythm flows from the fingertips, echoing in the luxurious and empty room.After successfully playing it three times, he finally heard Xing Xuan say: "Okay, that's it for today."

Having practiced the same piece of music so many times, Niwata Taiki has already mastered the melody by heart.

During this period of time, he didn't do anything else, he just came to Xing Xun to practice guitar.

Giving up so many nightclub entertainment bureaus, and coming to the house to help this person, and being served on the back of the hand!

Ting Tian Dashu felt very resentful.

After confirming that he had memorized all the melodies, he put away the guitar and blurted out: "Then when I go back tonight, I'll go find—"

Just in the middle of speaking, Ting Tian Dashu quickly stopped talking when he caught a glimpse of the surveillance camera operating behind the curtain.

There are cameras and monitors in Ah Yu's room, and he knows all of this.

Xing Shi found himself in the dark, and before he brought himself to see Ah Yu, he really didn't expect Uncle Xing to be able to do this.

In order to prevent Ah Yu from harming herself, the corners of all the furniture in the room were covered with soft sponges, and there was not a single sharp object.A solid iron railing was installed in front of the bay window, completely separating this bedroom from the outside world.

When he walked into the room for the first time, he saw Ah Huan leaning his head on the recliner, sitting peacefully in front of the window basking in the sun.

At that moment, Tingtian Dashu felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

The body of this person is still alive, but the soul will soon perish.

Unless he can find a reason that makes him willing to stay in this world, sooner or later he will leave everything behind and never look back.

Xing Shi found himself and told himself that you are the one who can help the young master.

Xing Shi asked him to help, it was difficult to say, but also simple to say.

A long time ago, Ah Huan composed a piece of music by himself, and planned to use it as the title song of the new album in the future.But until he announced his retirement, he never sang again.

I come to Xing Xuan three times a week to learn how to play the guitar, and what I practice is this piece composed by Xing Xuan.

There is a monitoring device in Ah Yu's room, and Uncle Xing will hear every word he says.Anyone who entered or exited Xing's house would be searched, and he could not enter with electronic devices.

Without scores, it is impossible to record, and the only way is to teach by hand.

On the car coming to Xing Zhai, Xing Shi told him that the young master only had one request.After he learned the piece, he returned to the company to record it as a demo tape.Let Baiwen Entertainment's queen lyricist write the lyrics, find a new singer who has just debuted in the company, and use this song as his debut solo song.

Today was the last time that Tingtian Dashu came to the criminal house. Uncle Xing felt that he had too frequent contacts with Ah Yu, so he had already sent people to investigate him.

Before leaving, Tingtian Dashu turned his head and said, "Hi, Ah Huan."

Xing Xuan sat in front of the soft chair with his eyes closed, tapping the beat with his fingertips on the handle of the chair.Hearing himself speak, he stopped his hands: "Say."

"What are you spending so much time on?"

Walking forward, bending down and getting close to Xing Xuan, Tingtian Dashu asked in a low voice.

Hearing this question, Xing Xuan slowly opened his eyes, staring at the European-style mural on the ceiling, but did not answer his question.

Before walking out of the bedroom door, he heard Xing Xuan say lightly behind his back:

"No reason."

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[Mr. Xing is considering a new song? 】

【Do not. 】

【Doctor Lu, I can't sing anymore. 】

He only played the demo of this song to one person.

Noisy shopping malls, crowded and busy subway stations, speeding trains in the mountains and forests, and late-night radio stations in quiet hours.

Somewhere in the world, a person is living freely in a place he doesn't know.

Even if it is a fleeting sense of familiarity, stop for a moment, and turn back for a moment.

Will suffice.

Just cross the mountains and seas and spend the next four seasons with him.

The author has something to say: Thanks for the update, my schedule is getting worse w(?Д?)w

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