Professor Lin took her to meet a student, who was only 18 years old this year, tall, thin, and delicate, but there was a hint of impatience between his eyebrows. When facing Professor Lin, there was no trace of politeness.

"What are you telling me to do? Don't you see it's almost noon? It's time for me to eat. The boy's tone was very indifferent and gentle, without a trace of emotional fluctuations, like a robot.

Fu Jing looked at him and found that his gaze was always staring at a certain place with a cool feeling.

"From today onwards, you don't have to stay here, I have found you a teacher, and she will go to her home and teach you to play the violin herself. Professor Lin became serious at this time, which made Fu Jing's whole person serious. I was quite curious about what Professor Lin's relationship was with this young man, and why he didn't let him study in the conservatory, but let her teach.

When the young man heard the previous sentence, his furrowed eyebrows slackened for less than a second, and when he heard the latter sentence again, he looked at Fu Jing fiercely and shouted at Professor Lin: "Why? Are you looking for someone to spy on me in disguise? Aren't you afraid that I will cause trouble to you? I know that I can't do anything now, and I will disgrace Professor Lin. ”

"You've loved the violin since you were a child, and your mother has high hopes for you. You can't just give up because of some accident, and I don't think your mother wants you to give up like this. You used to be so good, if you really give up the violin, I'm afraid you'll regret it. You're only eighteen years old now, and the rest of your life is so long, I don't want you to have regrets in the future, kid. Professor Lin sighed and walked over to the young man, reaching out to pat him on the shoulder and gently patting him to soothe the anxious emotions in his heart.

"Only by forgetting the past can we welcome the future, do you understand?" Professor Lin's gaze instantly became much more loving, and his eyes were full of tolerant teenager's rebellion.

The young man watched Professor Lin's tears roll down, raised his right hand and said, "My hand is useless, and I can't play the violin anymore, can you just let me be so quiet and don't think about anything, don't let me touch it." I'm here every day, I can't do anything but waste my time, I feel like a waste, what's the point of living?"

"You have to overcome your fears, even if you just try to do it?" Fu Jing said lightly at this time.

She didn't know what the boy had been through, but she knew from their conversation that the boy had been a very good violinist, but for some reason his hand had hurt and he could no longer play the violin.

However, Fu Jing found that his hand was already good, and the reason why he couldn't play the violin was that the previous events had caused him a shadow, and he couldn't restrain his fear in his heart, so he also had resistance to the violin.

……

In the end, he persuaded the young man, and when he went to clean up his things, Professor Lin said to Fu Jing: "You can see it, this is my grandson." Three years ago he had an accident at a concert in Berlin, where a fire killed his mother and destroyed his right hand. ”

Professor Lin's cloudy eyes flashed with tears and looked at Fu Jing and said, "My daughter Huizhen was burned to death by fire in order to save him, so the fear in Jingzhou's heart came from his mother. He felt that if it weren't for him, Hye-jin wouldn't have died, so he felt guilty. ”

But it was just an accident, why should he blame himself, isn't it too stupid. Fu Jing said.

Professor Lin suddenly stopped and looked ahead: "That fire was man-made. A student in his class, jealous of his talent, set fire to him and wanted to destroy him, but he did not expect the fire to be so strong that it could not be ended, and finally caused a tragedy. ”