The coach is sweet and innocent [E-sports]

Nan Yi sent Ji Chunqing to the airport, watched Ji Chunqing board the plane, and watched the passenger plane carrying him take off to Berlin. Nan Yi stepped on the Harley, started the engine and turned to Nan's father's company.

Father Nan had just finished the meeting, and the assistant immediately came over and whispered to him, "Master Nan is here."

Nan's father raised his eyebrows. When he returned to his office, a boy in a motorcycle suit was sitting on the sofa. Seeing Nan's father coming in, he immediately stood up.

Father Nan glanced at him and snorted coldly: "Hey! So polite today? Xiao Zhang poured him a cup of tea."

"No need, I'm here because I want to tell you something." Nan Yi glanced at the assistant behind Nan's father, Nan's father understood, and waved his hand to let the assistant go out first.

There were only father and son left in the huge meeting room. Father Nan unbuttoned his suit and sat down on his own seat: "Tell me, what do you want to come to my company so fast?"

"I want to borrow some money from you."

Nan's father was drinking tea when he heard Nanyi's words: "How much do you want?"

"Maybe, about 1000 million!" Nan's father sprayed a sip of tea on the table, staring at Nan Yi incredulously: "Around 1000 million? What did you do? Did you kill someone or xd?"

Nan Yi shook his head, frowned and said, "Where do you think you are going? I have a serious business to do with this money. I borrowed this money. I will give you an IOU, and I will return you with interest later."

Nan's father stared at Nanyi suspiciously: "You have no funds in your hands during the two years of playing games? Do you still want to ask me to borrow them?"

"Even including my money, it might not be enough, so I don't care if you borrow it."

Nanyi's two-day competition plus the endorsement fee, together with all kinds of miscellaneous things, is definitely ample money. If you want to buy a car or buy a few properties, you don't need to ask your family to open your mouth. Nan's father can't figure it out. Apart from these, Nanyi has other things What a thing that costs so much money.

Father Nan narrowed his eyes: "I can lend you the money, but you have to tell me carefully, what exactly do you want for so much money?"

On the other side, Ji Chunqing had already landed at the airport in Berlin. As soon as he got off the airport, there was an old man in a black tuxedo with graying hair waiting outside. When he saw Ji Chunqing coming out, the old man bowed slightly and called respectfully: "Master. "

"Uncle Qi, long time no see." This old butler has worked in Ji's family since he was a child, and watched Ji Chunqing's parents walk into the marriage hall, and also watched Ji Chunqing grow up bit by bit.The old man carefully looked at Ji Chunqing's eyebrows and eyes, his eyes were full of emotion and pity: "The young master has grown up, and he has also grown taller."

"Yes." Ji Chunqing's nose was a little sore. When he left that house, he was only sixteen or seventeen years old. Now he is 23 in a flash.

Uncle Qi smiled: "Madam is right. It's much better for you to pursue what you really like than to learn the piano at home."

Ji Chunqing looked down: "Mom, she is always thinking about me."

"Because Madam loves you." Uncle Qi reached out to take Ji Chunqing's suitcase: "Master, go back."

Ji Chunqing immediately reached out to stop Uncle Qi: "Sorry Uncle Qi, I'm not going back to that place."

Uncle Qi was taken aback for a moment, and then nodded knowingly: "You and the master really still... Forget it, if you don't want to go back, I'll take you to find a hotel nearby."

Sure enough, Uncle Qi still understood Ji Chunqing's temper, and he didn't try to persuade him or lecture him, which made Ji Chunqing relax a lot.

"Thank you, Uncle Qi."

When he arrived at the hotel, Uncle Qi stayed to pack Ji Chunqing's luggage as a matter of course. He had not been taken care of by others for many years. Now Ji Chunqing was not used to seeing Uncle Qi take out and hang up his clothes one by one like taking care of a child.

"Uncle Qi, don't be busy, you go back first, I can clean it up myself." Uncle Qi was taken aback, and a photo fell out of his clothes. In the photo, the young man with starry eyes and sword eyebrows had an open expression and a smile at the corner of his mouth, like a little boy. The sun makes people unable to move their eyes away.

Just as Ji Chunqing was about to rush over to pick it up, Uncle Qi had already bent down to pick up the photo. On the back of the photo there were some words written in scribbled characters - "Remember to miss me!!!"

Uncle Qi raised his head, Ji Chunqing's face was already flushed, and he stammered: "This is, this is me..."

Uncle Qi smiled knowingly, and put the photo in Ji Chunqing's hands: "You are very energetic, he must like you very much."

Ji Chunqing's face turned even redder, holding the photo and not knowing how to answer Uncle Qi's words.

"Is he nice to you?"

Ji Chunqing looked at the smiling young man in the photo, his eyes became soft unconsciously: "Very good, he is a very good person, Uncle Qi, I will bring him here for you to meet when I have a chance."

"Okay." Uncle Qi sighed: "If Madam knows that you already have someone you like, you must be very happy."

Ji Chunqing nodded, his eyes were a little red: "After that, I will definitely go to her grave and tell her in person."

In order to perform smoothly, Ji Chunqing found the piano room he was familiar with before and practiced for a few days, looking for the feel.Three days before the performance, Uncle Qi sent the song written by Nan Mu.

The cover of the sheet music book has turned yellow, Ji Chunqing lightly touched the cover with his fingertips, opened the sheet music, on the title page, the blue pen writing was slightly blurred, and it was written in beautiful font - "Give me the love of my life, Ji Quran With my favorite son Ji Chunqing".

Ji Chunqing's eyes became wet uncontrollably, he trembled and put the sheet music aside, for fear that his tears would fall on the paper.Ji Chunqing clasped his hands on his forehead to cover his face, his shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

Uncle Qi sighed, and said quietly: "Madam, the two people I love the most in my life are still the master and the young master."

Tears fell silently and shattered into flowers on the black piano cover. Ji Chunqing's trembling voice was full of guilt and helplessness: "Uncle Qi, I..."

At this moment, Ji Chunqing misses Nanyi's embrace very much. The boy's embrace is so warm, and he can always support himself when he is most helpless.

"After Madam passed away, Master changed a lot and became even more silent. In the year Madam passed away, he often sat alone for a day on Madam's favorite chair, or wrote with Madam in his arms. The tune was played all night."

"Repentance is only known when the person is gone. Why did he go?" Ji Chunqing's voice was full of resentment: "My mother has been waiting for him in that house all her life! How can he pay back the suffering she has suffered?"

"My lord, he is paying it back now! Use the time left to pay back little by little what Madam has been waiting for." Uncle Qi couldn't bear it: "Your father, he really knew he was wrong this time."

In the blink of an eye, it was the night before the performance. Ji Chunqing was lying on the bed, listening to the sound of Nan Yi on the phone picking up things.

"So your dad regretted it?"

"From what Uncle Qi said, it seems to be true."

Nanyi sighed, and said with emotion: "Why bother!"

Why wait until now to repent and spend your life thinking about that person.At the end of the day, Uncle Qi said to Ji Chunqing: "Your father has an obsession with music, and his obsession is too deep, so he neglects the person he loves. Now that he finally recalls his love for his wife, it is also a good thing for him. "

Nan Yi asked over there: "Can you forgive your father?"

Ji Chunqing was silent. If Ji Quran still didn't look back, Ji Chunqing could continue to hate him with peace of mind, but now after hearing Uncle Qi's words, Ji Chunqing himself was at a loss as to what kind of attitude he should treat this father.

"Ji Chunqing," Nan Yi's voice hesitated: "Your mother, I definitely don't want you to turn against that person."

Ji Chunqing was silent for a moment, then nodded: "I know."

"By the way, when will your performance end tomorrow?"

"It's past four in the afternoon."

"Well, I didn't land until five o'clock," Nanyi's voice was a little regretful: "I was hoping to hear a tail, but it seems that there is no chance."

"What?" Ji Chunqing raised his eyebrows: "You want to hear me play the piano? Haven't you heard it?"

"Can that be the same?" Nanyi retorted: "What I want to see is a serious performance. You are wearing a tuxedo, sitting in the center of the stage, and playing a piece of music completely."

Nan Yi muttered: "I haven't seen your tuxedo yet?"

Ji Chunqing glanced at the pure white dress that Uncle Qi ordered someone to send today, and smiled secretly: "Is this your purpose?"

"No way?" Nanyi said arrogantly: "It's just a piece of clothing. I want to see if you have any problems wearing it? I've seen you even when you're not wearing any clothes!"

"Oh?" Ji Chunqing began to tease him with a raised voice at the end: "Would you like to see the part that wears clothes and the part that doesn't?"

Nanyi fell silent, and Ji Chunqing could faintly hear the sound of swallowing saliva.

"Ji Chunqing!" Nan Yi's voice was full of anger: "You fucking recruited me again!"

Ji Chunqing snorted and laughed: "Who told you to be so careless? Come here and beat me up if you have the ability!"

Nan Yi gritted his teeth and said, "Just wait, I'll clean up your husband tomorrow!"

The other party hung up the phone, and not long after, a text message was sent - [I just hung up in a hurry and forgot to say, go to bed early at night, and, I love you. 】

Ji Chunqing looked at the screen, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, Nanyi always had a power to reassure him.

Ji Chunqing took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

tomorrow!

The author has something to say: I am thinking about what to write outside the story, and I still have a lot of brain holes.So do you want to watch [Sweet Daily Life] or [Birth Stalks Not Related to the Text]?