"Xiao Nuan!"

Guo Dongdong rushed over, but saw that Ling Han immediately supported Si Nuan, then picked her up horizontally, and ran towards the infirmary quickly.

――

In the school infirmary, Si Nuan was lying groggily on the hospital bed, frowning, Ling Han sat at the head of the bed, calling her softly, while wondering why he did this.

The school doctor obviously said that she was just too excited, and she had some low blood sugar, and she would be fine after a good rest, so the question is, when the classmate named Guo Dongdong bought breakfast and went back to the classroom first on the grounds that it was almost class, why did he stay and take care of her?

Forget it, looking at her so painful, she is probably having a nightmare, so she will be a good person to the end.

Snuan was indeed dreaming. But it's not a nightmare, it's a dream of a past life.

"Hey! You dump her, I'll be your woman! I'm a hundred times prettier than her! Si Nuan saw his 16-year-old self, impulsively in order to teach a woman who had a holiday, and shouted at a small underworld boss without knowing the sky.

Then, the little boss didn't speak, **oss spoke.

Then, **OSS intervened strongly in her life.

"Dye your yellow hair back, it's ugly!"

"Take off your smoky makeup, it's ugly!"

"Wash your tattoos off, it's ugly!"

"Throw away your fancy dresses, you're ugly!"

……

So, in just one week, she was reborn from a troubled girl to the clean and bright girl next door.

Of course, that's just on the looks.

Her heart is still the little hedgehog that arms herself with rebellion. Desire for care and fear of abandonment.

Then, her secret was discovered.

Oss began to hold her little hedgehog in his arms, and would not let go even if he was pricked with blood.

It took a year for OSS to finally become a family member with the little hedgehog.

Oss found that the little hedgehog played the piano very well, so he sent her to a famous foreign conservatory.

Three years later, the little hedgehog won him back first prize at the Liszt International Piano Competition.

That night, the little hedgehog nested in the arms of **oss, played with his fingers, and asked casually: "Do you say I'm good-looking?" ”

**OSS laughed at her stupidity, this kind of question still needs to be asked?

"Of course it's pretty."

The little hedgehog was unhappy: "Then why don't you spoil me?" "Aren't good-looking women to be petted? Why is he willing to be so strict with her?

Oss was silent for a moment, his gaze became distant, and he whispered, "Because I want to turn you into ...... People who want to be pampered all over the world. ”

She thought they would go on like this forever. Until-

Si Nuan subconsciously shook her head, refusing to recall the painful fragment, but the familiar picture still unfolded irresistibly slowly-

The night was as cool as water, and the little hedgehog and **oss were walking along the riverside. The little hedgehog, who has always been chirping, didn't say a word this time, let **oss lead him, and honestly followed.

"Still thinking about Mahler?" They had just finished listening to a concert of Mahler's Ninth Symphony.

"What do you think of that show?" The little hedgehog looked at **oss with a pair of big eyes.

"What do you think?" **OSS rhetorical question.

"Perfect."

"Perfect."

Unison.

Look at each other and smile.

**OSS has a secret - as the first army division of the third largest gang in Asia, but has a very high musical quality that is not inferior to those famous musicians - the little hedgehog does not ask, but this does not prevent them from discussing some professional issues in music from time to time, such as at the moment.

"I want to be a conductor." The little hedgehog stopped.

Oss watched her quietly, knowing she wasn't done yet.

"I also want to stand on the podium, conduct the symphony orchestra in my own way, interpret those classics according to my own understanding, I don't want to play the lonely piano anymore!"

Thinking of the concert just now, she was really shocked. Being in the splendid concert hall, but seeing death dancing, so sacred, so solemn. She saw a big hand called fate peeling off the shell of life layer by layer, saw the appearance of the legendary kingdom of heaven, and saw the blue sky above the courtyard where she lived when she was a child...... She couldn't describe the feeling, only that she was still intoxicated and hadn't fully woken up.

And all this, all this excitement, all this can't help myself, not only thanks to the great composer, but also to the figure on the conductor's platform.

The little hedgehog raised his head and looked at **oss.

"I'm going to be a conductor!"

Cut to the chase, the words are sonorous.

**OSS suddenly laughed.

Under the moonlight, the man's smile was shallow, and the brilliance of his whole person at that moment was not much better than a crescent moon in the treetops. No wonder, they call him the Prince of the Cold Moon. He was as cold, white, and unique as the cold moon.

"Then go and learn."

Just four words, support her as always, encourage her.

And then what?

Then, she couldn't remember exactly. Memories were like a piece of letter paper torn by her, with only a few fragments left.

All she remembered was the sound of gunfire coming from nowhere. He took her into hiding.

I only remember that he dodged the bullet that was fired at him, but blocked a shot for her in the next second.

I only remember that his tall body covered her, and he used his last strength to say to her: hold your breath, play dead.

The enemy really thought they were all dead, and dropped a sentence: "The boss can also be blind underground." He quickly left.

She was left in a pool of blood, hugging his corpse, crying desperately.

I don't know how long she cried, as if she suddenly remembered something, she gently put his body aside, knelt on the ground, and began to kowtow desperately.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Take a moment, in the most pious gesture.

The blood on her forehead soon came, but she didn't stop.

"If you come to the Buddha, the Origin of the Heavenly Venerable, Jesus Christ, the gods, or the savior, whoever it is, please give him back to me!"

"I am willing to pay any price, my life, my everything, beg you, give him back!"

"Please, please......" Si Nuan murmured unconsciously on the hospital bed.

Ling Han patted her lightly, remembering that her classmates called her Xiao Nuan, so she also called, "Xiao Nuan, wake up." ”

"Xiao Nuan, don't be afraid, I'm here."

"Ling Han, Ling Han!"

Si Nuan sat up violently, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Ling Han's handsome face.

Although it is still a little green, it is still easy to imagine what kind of disaster this face will be for the country and the people when it grows up.

The face is like a crown of jade, the sword eyebrows are in the sideburns, the eyes are deep, the bridge of the nose is high, and the lips are greased, as if the whole person has been carefully carved by the muse, nothing is not exquisite, nothing is not perfect. It was clear that he had fought with people at two ends for three days, but he didn't have any ruffian at all, he was clean and clean, and he had a natural bookish atmosphere all over his body; But he also has a pair of peach blossom eyes that are fascinated by death, adding a touch of grace and handsomeness to Sven's handsomeness.

Wickedness.