CHAPTER XIX

Chenguang is a private school, and the main investor is the Jiangnan Lu family.

At that time, domestic education was still sluggish, and the education method was very different from that of foreign countries, so they simply responded to the call of the state to set up a private school, and attracted a large number of intellectuals to engage in secondary education with high salaries.

After a long time, the level of the school went up, the tuition fees also went up, and the enrollment standards were equally strict, and this school became a self-evident aristocratic middle school.

The school has a musical tradition, which can also be traced back to the mother of the Zhou Ning brothers, who is also Zhou Huaijing's grandmother. She likes music, especially the piano, so she founded the Chenguang Concert, which has become Chenguang's most important autumn event.

Music is also a compulsory subject for students, and since many students come from good backgrounds, many of them have learned musical instruments, singing, etc. since childhood, so it is not difficult to ask each class to put out a program.

In September, the weather is hot and humid, and the sun is blazing.

Zhou Huaijing's brain was active all night, and he was a little tired when he got up in the morning, and he sneaked downstairs with two dark circles under his eyes and was caught by his eldest brother, staring at his eyes.

Although his brother didn't say anything, Zhou Huaijing still had a feeling of being caught doing bad things.

“…… Huaijing, Huaijing? A pair of hands dangled and shook in front of him, finally drawing his attention away.

Cheng Sigu held his cheek with one hand, leaned on the table, and the whole person turned sideways, staring at him curiously, and Zhou Huaijing returned with a calm gaze.

Cheng Sigu coughed and said, "Did you hear what I said about the concert just now?" ”

Zhou Huaijing's eyes flickered, and his face was expressionless.

"Ah, I knew you didn't hear it." Cheng Sigu smiled and explained, "There is an instrumental ensemble program in the class, are you interested in signing up?" ”

Cheng Sigu looked at him and shook his head, crying and trying to persuade him: "The influence of our school's Chenguang concert is still quite large, and there will be many people from the music industry present that day, as well as the school board of directors...... Do you know Second Master Lu? is the big boss of the Lu Group who developed "Xianyou", maybe he will come. ”

Zhou Huaijing looked at him with his eyes, his consciousness had wandered into a blank, his eyes were dry, and he felt astringent pain every time he blinked, so he was so sluggish that he didn't even have a trace of reaction.

Cheng Sigu was helpless, in fact, he didn't know Zhou Huaijing's level, but the musician's children, no matter how they played, they played better than people like them? And although his purpose is to bring a little bit of caution to surprise everyone at the concert, he still hopes that Zhou Huaijing can communicate more with people and integrate into this class as soon as possible.

Cheng Sigu thought to himself, Zhou Huaijing is his good brother no matter what, and he is covered by him if he doesn't fit in, who dares to bully him?

Zhou Huaijing was absent-minded all day, and when he went home in the evening, after eating dinner and practicing the piano, he returned to the room and saw that his schoolbag was difficult.

It turns out that I still have homework when I am studying.

Before class today, some students collected their homework, and Zhou Huaijing touched the empty schoolbag, stiff there. Fortunately, Cheng Sigu said that the teacher did not need to accept him.

Zhou Huaijing sat at the desk, took out the books and homework books, and stared at the strange symbols on the textbooks in a daze.

The butler knocked on the door and brought him fruit, and was about to leave when his sleeve was suddenly pulled.

He looked down his sleeve, and the little young master looked at him with a pair of clear round eyes, and he was a little pitiful at a loss. He immediately smiled with a chrysanthemum on his face, and asked lovingly: "Does the little young master not know how to do the topic?" ”

Zhou Huaijing nodded.

The housekeeper smiled and guided: "The eldest young master received a scholarship every semester during his schooling. If the young master has any questions you don't understand, you can ask him, and he will be happy to help you solve the problem. ”

Zhou Huaijing's eyes lit up, he got up from his seat, took his homework and went to the study to find his eldest brother together.

The housekeeper behind him smiled kindly, brothers, it's just a lot of communication.

Zhou Huaijing went to the study, Zhou Huaijing twisted his eyebrows and looked at a pile of essays coldly, looked up and saw that the person who knocked on the door was him, and then eased his expression, and softly beckoned to the young man who was hesitating by the door.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Huaixiu's gaze slipped from the book in his arms to the fruit, and asked knowingly.

"My brother eats fruit." Putting the fruit bowl decorated with fruit on the table, Zhou Huaijing put the book in his arms on the table, urging the eldest brother to eat the fruit with his eyes.

Zhou Huaixiu inserted a piece of apple with a skewer, chewed it twice and swallowed it, and when he saw the young man looking at him, he couldn't help but laugh in his heart: "Say, the eldest brother has been bought by your fruit." ”

The teenager pushed the homework in his direction: "Homework, no." ”

Zhou Huaixiu opened the book and looked at it: "Well, I'll teach you, but you have to promise me to go to bed early at night and don't play games secretly." ”

Zhou Huaijing was dodged by his eyes, lowered his eyebrows embarrassedly, and nodded his chin.

Zhou Huaixiu is a true scholar, and he explained it very clearly, and he would have been able to understand it a long time ago, but Zhou Huaijing has not been to school since his previous life, and he has always been in captivity, and he is getting more and more confused.

Seeing that there was no way to explain it clearly for a while, Zhou Huaixiu thought about it and asked him to go back and rest first, and put the homework thing aside first. The Zhou family actually didn't attach much importance to his studies, the family was not short of money, and it was no problem to raise ten. After graduating from high school, he relied on his musical expertise to go to a conservatory, which is the best in China, or abroad, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't go, and then he will be relaxed and happy for the rest of his life, and he will never be treated badly with them.

It's only now that Zhou Huaixiu discovered that he had overlooked a problem. Probably because Zhou Huaijing was so childish, everyone forgot to think about his wife. My brother's autism is slowly recovering, but it is true that the lack of affection is poor, and the lack of common sense is also true, what girl is willing to take care of a "husband" who does not grow up with sincerity and take on the responsibility of raising children?

Although this question is a bit far ahead, it should not be ignored. Zhou Huaixiu thought for a while and called the attending doctor Wei Nan.

Zhou Huaijing went back to the room, was entangled by Qiuqiu and rubbed his hair for a while, to see that it was still early, so he moved his eyes to the helmet on the bedside table.

I've promised my brother that you can't play. The little angel in my heart shines brightly.

Play for a while and go to sleep, and my brother won't find out. The horned demon wields a fork to tempt.

Zhou Huaijing's gaze moved away for a mistake, and then slowly moved back and moved back again, and after several times, he finally couldn't resist the temptation and picked up the helmet.

It's just a little while, and my brother won't find out.

What if the man came looking for him?

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Back in the game, Zhou Huaijing was still in the bushes, and no one even took away the set of clothes outside.

He became a man and dressed happily.

It was already night, and the palace was lit with faint lights, and the castle on the hill looked like a pearl of the night that radiated a soft light from the sea.

Zhou Huaijing hadn't forgotten that he was going to see the wedding, but it seemed that he had missed the most lively part. He wondered why the prince and princess were still in this game when they got married in the evening. Isn't it time to pass?

Zhou Huaijing walked along the path in the garden towards the hall of the castle, and before leaving, he glanced at the calm lake, which was hidden in darkness, as if a great crisis was brewing.

The night was so unusually silent that even the moon was stingy with a little light, the garden was so dead that there were no cicadas chirping and frogs chirping, there was no wind, the air stopped flowing, and there was a sticky smell all around.

Zhou Huaijing still wanted to avoid the crowd, but along the way, he didn't see a single figure.

The door of the palace hall was open, but Zhou Huaijing didn't hear the slightest sound, and there seemed to be no one inside. Zhou Huaijing was defenseless, stepped in, and unexpectedly saw an unexpected scene.

The hall with its diamond-encrusted chandeliers was silent, but it wasn't empty. The rows of benches were filled with people, dressed in the fine garments of nobility, and they did not talk to each other quietly, and when they heard a noise, they all raised their heads to look at those who came in.

At his feet was a thick red carpet that stretched straight up the steps, and a familiar figure stood at the other end.

His Royal Highness the Prince was dressed in an elaborate groom's dress, with a bewitching rose pinched on his slender fingers, and a faint smile on his handsome and charming face, looking at the slender young man gently.

The prince gently opened his cold thin lips, and a rich and prosperous smile brewed in his eyes, as sultry and sweet as poppies, and even his hoarse voice seemed low and not so harsh: "Come here." ”

It was as if someone was blowing a cool breeze that seeped into the bones behind his ears, and the coolness crawled all over his body, and Zhou Huaijing reflexively stepped back.

His Royal Highness's smile remained unchanged, and he walked towards him from the stairs with the red rose in his hand, step by step.

The red carpet is connected at both ends, and the distance in the middle is not long, only a few dozen steps away.

Zhou Huaijing didn't know what he wanted to do, but the strong uneasiness urged him to leave from here. He turned quickly, but the door slammed shut in front of him, closing the exit. He searched for a small door nearby, but the hall was completely sealed, the dome ridiculously high, and even the stained windows were tightly closed.

A completely closed hall, and a young man walking towards him with a smile on his face, all watching, watching them strangely in silence.

A cold hand climbed up the back of his neck, and then the warm body approached, the hand kept rubbing his neck, the hot breath sprayed on the side of his neck, ambiguous, tangled, sticky breath, too close, so close that Zhou Huaijing even heard the sound of the person's Adam's apple rolling and swallowing inexplicably, accompanied by a strange sigh of satisfaction that was so light and fluttering.

The red rose is inserted by one hand from behind the direction. into his breast pocket.

Immediately after, the hand that caressed his neck left, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a series of clanging sounds in his ears suddenly felt cold on his neck before he could react.

He hung his head and touched the cold thing around his neck with his fingers in a daze, but his eyes couldn't reach it, and he couldn't even bow his head easily.

But the touch of that thing on the neck was stiff and cold......

Like iron.

He looked back.

The young man had a gentle smile of satisfaction on the corners of his lips, his eyes lowered and he stared down at his work, and a golden chain was wrapped around his slender hand, which hung from his hand into the air, connecting the direction of his neck.

Zhou Huaijing's eyes widened, and he blankly clasped the golden iron ring around his neck with both hands.

The young man admired the masterpiece in a subdued tone, and chanted and praised: "It's good, in this way, you can't escape." ”