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Jin Rong turned the score to the first page.

"The integrity of a piece of music is not only in its accurate rhythm and melody." The teacher pointed to his music score and criticized, "If you always play the piano like this, no matter how good your skills are, you can't get high marks. Feelings , A piece of music needs to express emotions, you know? Your emotions are always simmering, how can you bring out its aura? Can’t do it, can’t you even imitate it?”

Jin Rong pressed his finger on the middle C, and pressed once feebly, before saying, "I know."

"Let's go, I hope you will make some progress next time." Deng Jiyuan said earnestly, "Your bottleneck period is too long. Don't expect me to help you break through in class. You have to find a way by yourself."

Jin Fu put up the scores and put them in the score folder. When he opened the door of the piano room, the students in the school were coming down the stairs holding the scores, talking and laughing, which formed a strong contrast with Jin Rong.

Students who study music should be lively, unrestrained, and good at expressing their inner emotions and applying them to the music in their hands.

But Jin Rong couldn't do anything.

A person's musicality is innate, and a musician without emotion is like a painting without coloring, boring and tasteless.Jin Rong is such a boring person, he can't make much waves deep in his heart, he is numb.

Jin Rong walked out from the gate of the Academy of Arts, breathing shallowly, feeling the smell of the end of summer around him.

Jin Rong always comes home very late, late into the middle of the night, approaching twelve o'clock.He took out the key from his schoolbag, and before he inserted it into the hole, he heard sweet words from the other side of the door: "Slow down on the road, and tell me when you get home."

"I will."

Then it quieted down. Before Jin Rong could take back the key, the man opened the door and met him face to face.

"Ah, it's Xiaorong, come back so late?" The man asked him with a smile, looking kind.

Jin Rong didn't look at him, but squeezed into the room from his side, casually threw the key on the cabinet in the entrance, took off his shoes, walked into the room without looking back, and closed the door gently.

He didn't want to listen to the movement outside the door, but there was still a voice coming in.His mother Jin Shiyuan said helplessly: "The child is rebellious, don't worry about it."

"It's okay, it's rare to see him."

The man bid farewell to Jin Shiyuan, and then gently closed the door.Soon, the car parked downstairs started and slowly drove out of the community.

Jin Rong felt sick all over his body from the inside out.

Just as he was taking the score out of his schoolbag and was about to play it on the piano, Jin Shiyuan knocked on the door and came in, bringing him a glass of milk.

Jin Shiyuan's complexion was not pretty, but she was embarrassed to be seen through, and she forced a smile for a while: "Drink some milk, Xiaorong."

The sense of music is the soul of a musician, the understanding and control of music.Jin Rong has a lot of skills, but they are just skills. He also lacks a little bit of emotional perception.Jin Rong is like a machine playing the piano. He knows where is weak and where is strong, but he just can't express his emotions.

He was thinking about this question, completely forgetting about Jin Shiyuan, his fingers resting on the keys, and the sound of the piano filled his mind.

Jin Shiyuan didn't know how to speak to his son, but now that the piano can attract Jin Rong's attention, there is no need to say more.She put down the milk and went out, gently closing the door of Jin Rong's room before leaving.

Jin Rong heard the sound of the door, and naturally put away the sound of the piano.

All sounds are silent.

He has been practicing the piano for a day, and he is exhausted, and he doesn't want to play anymore.Just now he was just trying to escape from Jin Shiyuan.

Jin Rong waited until 01:30 to take a shower, and after everything was over, he lay on the bed and closed his eyes to rest.He closed his eyes and rolled his eyes, and when he opened them again, he happened to see the glass of milk that Jin Shiyuan handed him, which may have cooled down now, or was not warm at all.

Jin Shiyuan is a strange mother. Her favorite thing to do seems to be putting the cart before the horse.

Jin Rong doesn't have a deep memory of his father. He has never seen his father since he can remember, and he even said that he didn't have a father at all.He is the product of Jin Shiyuan's unmarried pregnancy, and he doesn't know who his father is.

Although there is no father, Jin Rong has a "good uncle", that is, the man who just left his house, Fang Yizhe.

Fang Yizhe is a very rich man, this is what Jin Rong can tell.The car he parked downstairs, his expensive suit and leather shoes, and the gold watch on his hand, all of these showed his high net worth.

If Fang Yizhe was a rich and upright man, then Jin Rong would not be so shy of avoiding him.

Fang Yizhe is a married man, and Jin Shiyuan is Fang Yizhe's mistress.

"This is Uncle Fang."

Jin Rong still remembers the first time Jin Shiyuan introduced Fang Yizhe to him, it was such a simple sentence.Jin Rong was still young at that time.Naive thought this was her new father, but when she asked, she only got Jin Shiyuan's embarrassed smile.

"He's not your father."

Jin Shiyuan and Fang Yizhe have an improper relationship, and they are existences that cannot see the light in the dark.Fang Yizhe would often come to see Jin Shiyuan, most of the time at ninety o'clock at night, he would say some warm words first, and then he would close the door and go to the house to do some despicable things.

In the past, Jin Rong didn't know what they were doing with the door closed. One time when he came back early, Jin Shiyuan forgot to lock the door. Jin Rong heard a strange noise coming from inside, and when he opened the door quietly, he saw only a large gray back.

Jin Rong was ashamed of such a scene, and after that, he always stayed outside until after eleven o'clock before returning home.

Fang Yizhe and Jin Shiyuan had an improper relationship, but he was very kind to Jin Rong. He would give a lot of red envelopes every time he came, and he would also pay for Jin Rong to learn piano and study.It costs tens of thousands of dollars to study art. Over the years, Fang Yizhe has spent a lot of money on the mother and son, and it is almost impossible to count.

Jin Shiyuan likes to put the cart before the horse.She never cared about her son's life, but forced him to learn the piano, because she felt that learning art was "superior" and everyone admired it.Only Jin Rong knew that studying art was no big deal, other art students were "equal" and he was inferior.

Everything he has is given by Fang Yizhe, the Steinway in his family with more than 100 million yuan, and the class fee of more than 1000 yuan a class at the Art Academy...all are Fang Yizhe's money.

Jin Rong hated everything about him, but had to bear it all.In such conflicting days, he lived for many, many years, and there were heavy stones on him, and he couldn't lift his head.

He didn't remember what kind of personality he had before, but he only knew that after the crash, he became less and less afraid to speak, and gradually became taciturn.

The change of personality is second. Jin Rong felt that he was a little crazy. Because of Jin Shiyuan's relationship, he didn't seem to like women, but he was extremely disgusted with smooth men, and he would feel uncomfortable when he got close to them.

Men are like Fang Yizhe, and women are like Jin Shiyuan. They are both a scar in Jin Rong's heart. He hides this scar in the deepest part of his heart, and no one knows it.

Jin Rong rolled over and fell into a light sleep. Even in his dreams, he would dream of an unsightly back with long hair falling from his shoulders.It was as if he had fallen from a tall building and plunged into the bottom of the sea, with a huge wave choking him by the throat.

He couldn't breathe.

"If only one day, someone could help me escape from here." Jin Rong thought.

In his dream, he broke the glass cover that imprisoned him, crushed them hard, and the sharp shards scratched his wrist.

Jin Rong can't be as free as the wind, he has become a person who is about to be destroyed.

At the beginning of the new semester, Jin Rong put on the school uniform he hadn't seen for two months, and casually walked into the classroom from the school gate.He is considered a well-known figure in the school, thanks to his fine skin and detached demeanor.

There are many people in the music class who are very famous, and Jin Rong is the most famous one.People are always interested in unfamiliar things, and Jin Rong is much more mysterious than those thorns in the music class.

He doesn't like to talk or laugh, and he always looks aloof wherever he goes, which is the most touching.

"Jin Rong!" A female classmate over there greeted him.

Jin Rong glanced at it, and passed by impolitely.

Because he has a good skin, even if he did something bad, he can be easily forgiven.

"Jin Rong has such a character, cold and not talkative." Everyone said so.

That's right, Jin Rong is so cold, Jin Rong doesn't bother to divide his eyes even an inch when facing strangers.

When he walked into the class, the air was still full of dust. Some people were sprinkled with water and some were mopping the floor. They were extremely busy.

Although Jin Rong is not talkative, he is not very difficult to get along with.The trash bin at the back of the class was full, and the classmate was too busy, so he called him: "Jin Rong, go and take out the trash."

No one wants to empty the trash can at the back of the classroom, it's dirty work, usually except for the monitor Fei, that's what Jin Rong does.Jin Rong put down his schoolbag, sullenly went to the trash can, and took out the trash with Fei Yiran.

The stairwell is noisy, many people are carrying garbage to and fro, and everyone they meet asks to excuse me.Jin Rong and Fei Yiran walked wobbly, and were extra cautious when going down the stairs. Fei Yiran told him: "Go slowly, the stairs are slippery."

"Ah."

"Jin Rong." Fei Yiran smiled softly, "Get along with your classmates more, don't always be alone."

Jin Rong showed no expression.

"In fact, everyone likes you very much. If you are more cheerful, you will naturally make many friends."

Jin Rong felt that these words were too much. He didn't like listening to lectures, so he shut himself up and refused to listen.I took out the trash, washed the trash can with the squad leader, and stopped talking halfway.

"Everyone met by fate, right? The three years of high school should be the best three years, you have to accept it wholeheartedly." Fei Yiran said while washing the trash can.This trash can is so big that it takes two people to carry it when it is full, and one person can carry it when it is empty.

Jin Rong washed his hands, every corner was clean.He didn't listen to Fei Yiran, turned off the faucet, and went back to the classroom without looking back.

"Jin Rong!" Fei Yiran yelled from behind, but didn't call back.

"He's really an indifferent person."