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For several days in a row, Zhong Xian soaked in Zhao Qi's bar every night. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoZhao Qi often comes to chat with him for a while and tells him about himself and Deng Yi.

When they were patting, they had never talked with sincerity like this, and now it was as if they had reacquainted with each other.

Under the dim light of the pale blue bar, the bell strings feel like they are sitting in an unrealistic world, but they can be used to sink into the memories.

He has been cynical since he was very young, and he still hasn't gotten rid of it.

The only difference is that the more pain he experiences, the kinder he becomes. He admits that he is more compassionate now. When he was young, he couldn't empathize with the pain of others, he just wanted to get rid of his own pain, and he could do anything to do it. He must have hurt others, maybe a lot of people. Use all kinds of naïve and cruel methods to get a moment of happiness in your heart. And this happiness may be built on trampling on the hearts of others.

Deng Yi is not one of the victims.

How Bell String wanted to remember those details. In order to get money, he did some despicable things from a very young age.

Losing the care of his parents, he became an orphan in the eyes of others as a teenager, but he also had an unrivaled degree of freedom at an early age. The money his mother had left him was enough to finish college. But when he was young, he didn't know how to control himself in the first few years. Not to mention that the money almost fell into the hands of relatives.

In order to keep the money, just for the money, Zhong Xian cut off contact with his relatives. In his eyes, relatives have become terrible creatures. He lives on campus alone. From middle school to university. He should be grateful to his mother for training him two years before she died, to be a person who could make up his own ideas.

Zhong Xian never thought about the word father. It saddened him more than the thought of his mother. In his pitiful memory, he only remembered that his father had carried him in his arms and lay on the bed. He pretended to be asleep so that his father would not throw him down.

He never knew where his father went, because his mother never said it, and he was taken to the grave.

His mother was a singer, and she was beautiful and artistic. These traits are inherited from Zhong Xian.

Zhong Xian's mind is trapped in a jumble of memories. He doesn't allow himself to confront the root causes of depression. He never wanted to admit that no matter how good he looked, he still didn't feel his weight, and he still envied everyone, everyone.

The ultimate transformation of this envy is the formation of hatred.

He knew from a very young age that he shouldn't be hated. If he chooses to hate, the green state will turn into a desert, every leaf will fall on the journey, and every well will be poisoned at the source. But he couldn't help hating.

What he hated wasn't specific, it wasn't anyone, it wasn't anything, it was all of it.

From the time he was a teenager, he was amazed to find that he had more beauty than most people - he had a beautiful and fascinating appearance, he had a clever and even cute personality, he could easily be loved and liked, like a beautiful gift that made people's eyes shine.

But God didn't put him in the crystal cover. I put everyone else in it.

He did seem to have such a person in his memory. It seems that there is more to it than that.

Thanks to his mother's teachings, he was familiar with many musical instruments from an early age. The reason why I became a guitar master is entirely due to the fact that the price of the guitar is a bit cheaper. By the time his mother died, he was already a guitar master. He is capable of being a musical instrument tutor.

He still has some impressions of the children he taught.

A boy his age who had only been teaching for a week seemed to have no memory at all. Could that person be Deng Yi?

Did they really know each other before?

Close your eyes. Go back in time. When he is full of hatred, he does not see the good. He can't see love and sincerity.

With his guitar on his back and with a pure purpose, he stepped into the home of a new client whom his music teacher had introduced him to as a tutor. He just wanted to get some money, he didn't care if he could teach that person, he had seen too many people who were not talented, but tried to have some talent.

He didn't do that tutoring job with enthusiasm, but just with the pleasing skills he had cultivated since childhood.

Where did he meet the young Deng Yi. And is that guy really autistic, or is he just pretending as he says. Can a child's pretense really fool a parent? Or, he does have a slight autism, he is so different, so clear eyes, how can he come from an ordinary person.

What was Deng Yi like at that time, did he pretend to be an autistic mute or really didn't like to talk.

Zhong Xian struggled to search in memory.

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It rained for several days and the temperature plummeted.

Pedestrians on the streets began to wear autumn and winter coats or trench coats, people who were accustomed to the heat were too afraid of the cold, and some wore down jackets on the upper body. Colorful scarves adorn the necks of people dressed in a variety of clothes. It's like an autumn/winter fashion show.

Finally, a week later, it was cloudy and clearing. The morning dew is dotted with the low-hanging leaves of the triangular coconut. When the sun is shining, the temperature is rising rapidly.

Zhong Xian started the car and left the quiet garden villa area.

He finally saw Deng Yi. According to the time provided by Zhao Qi, this should be the second day of his return. Deng Yi wore a rather formal shirt, with a long tweed top, tall and handsome. He walked with several people, probably other brothers in the family, and his expression was serious and calm, as if he had changed into a different person. He got in the car with the men and drove away, presumably to work.

Work. According to Zhao Qi, he had long served in his father's group empire.

Zhong Xian didn't have the courage to step forward.

He didn't really remember anything. Is he going to rely on acting skills to prove that he remembers?

He just sat silently in the car. I experienced what it was like to spy on someone else. An anxious heart is suppressed in a calm body, all because it is a last resort.

He saw the side of Deng Yi that he didn't understand, he was well-dressed, well-behaved, vigorous and capable, more like a business elite, no longer the nonsensical detective.

Zhong Xian's mind was in turmoil.

With Zhao Qi's help, Zhong Xian knew that Deng Yi had a small family gathering tonight. To celebrate his return to China, he had already completed his EMBA degree. This must have pleased his father. According to Zhao Qi's description, Deng Yi is not as unbearable as he himself said, he already has too many advantages, which makes him quite prominent among his cousins. The heir also seems to have no suspense.

He deliberately pretended to be pitiful in front of Zhong Xian, and for what reason?

The bell strings at seven o'clock in the evening, carefully dressed. Wearing new clothes that he had picked up during the day at the mall, he even bought a pair of earrings to wear on top of his ears. There was a brilliant diamond on the hoop that would glitter on the tips of his hair horns.

After dressing up, he snapped a picture and posted it to the four-member WeChat group of the middle school band, and Pierce exclaimed as if he had returned to the old days, joking that he had once again felt the urge to knock the bell strings down and destroy them.

After receiving such praise, Zhong Xian's confidence was much stronger and he drove to the Deng Yi family's gathering.

The party scene was in the European-style concert hall of a hotel in the central area of Futian.

Zhao Qi quietly brought Zhong Xian in.

The concert hall was filled with piano sounds, and a yellow-haired foreign pianist was playing a gavotte - a languid, elegant, and lilting melody.

Zhong Xian stood in the dark and panicked for a while, Deng Yi's family is really not an ordinary family of ordinary people. Rao is a person with a strong musical talent like Zhong Xian, and he is also shocked by the super music appreciation that the entire family has. How many families enjoy 19th-century piano music at their meetings? Eating, drinking, talking, laughing, and laughing is the ultimate.

It is a concert hall with a completely ancient European style.

Deng Yi once said that his mother liked European style, but when he thought about it, more than one person in his family liked it. There were about fifty or sixty people in this meeting. From the appearance of the dress and the appearance of the conversation, you can see what kind of elite class it is. There were a few people who were slightly older than Deng Yi, and Zhong Xian guessed that they were Deng Yi's cousins.

At the end of the music, everyone began to talk, and a waiter brought a wine glass, Zhong Xian took a glass in his hand and continued to hide in the dark.

A middle-aged man appeared, and everyone was respectful. Zhong Xian felt that this person was extremely familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while.

Suddenly thought that Deng Yi's father owned a large group, and he must have experienced it in a business magazine.

Sure enough, the middle-aged man was Deng Yi's father, he walked to the wide central area of the concert hall, stood next to the white piano, held a wine glass and said-everyone gathered here, wishing my son the return of his studies, after many years of unremitting efforts, we finally overcame the difficulties, so that my son grew up so well, not only to be reunited with the whole family, but also to contribute to HQC......

HQC！

Zhong Xian almost didn't faint.

HQC！

Party A of the HY project

Deng Yi is the first party of the HY project......

HY Project ...... The place where Xiao Zhu disappeared.

Zhong Xian was so frightened that he wanted to run away.

Deng Yi appeared. After his father had finished speaking, he walked up to his father with a smile on his face and grace like a man in a painting, clinking glasses with him. Like his father, he spoke some beautiful words to the crowd. The bell strings listened like a dream.

Everything in front of me is like a dream.

The confident Deng Yi, in a short speech, told a business story in English, which Zhong Xian understood was just to highlight his business talents......

What kind of mood should he use to face all this-he finally saw the real Deng Yi.

How can this be a failure in the eyes of parents. How can it be a rich second generation who is mediocre, has no ambition, and only knows how to enjoy life as he wants. He is obviously the pride of the family and the hope of the future.

Zhong Xian didn't know such a Deng Yi.

is no longer the partner who laughs and scolds with him and has affection in his eyes; Not the simple boy who reclined on the balcony and sat with him in the morning; Not the simple cute friend who was willing to hug him to sleep.

He wanted to reconsider whether everything Deng Yi appeared in his life, including those surveillances and trackings, was really the simple reason he had uttered.

Zhong Xian no longer knew this man.

He had thought he was false enough. Only now do I know that the real masters, the false ones leave no traces. Deng Yi has been playing with him!

Hate is born out of nowhere. This was followed by an even stronger fear.

Bell Spine struggles to keep all negative emotions down. He knew that if he chose to hate now, he would only be destroyed. He no longer wants to care about gains and losses, justice and reason. He just wanted to remember why he was here tonight, why he had found the hollow to be here.

It's because of the beautiful light in my heart, because of the wonderful feelings. Only by choosing love can he see angels flying in the sky and shuttling through the clouds.

He unveiled Deng Yi layer by layer, just as Deng Yi peeled off his history layer by layer.

The difference is that the real Deng Yi is more and more fatally attractive to him. He can't turn around, he can't go back, he can't leave. He had been conquered by this irresistible charm, and a smoldering fire from nowhere ignited in his chest. Eager to perceive that powerful emotion, sometimes feeling crazy to sin, to feel the human desire bursting under the scorching sun, to drink this cup of aphrodisiac potion in one gulp.

Unfortunately, Deng Yi is not the case with him. After learning everything about him, the man chose to cut everything off with him.

He regretted that he had not been attracted to the other party. This caused infinite pain to rise in his heart.

Will he love me. If I use all my cleverness and wisdom. Will he love me alone

Endless jealousy welled up in Zhong Xian's heart. He found that he had overturned his previous thoughts, and he couldn't bear Deng Yi not loving him, which made him feel like crazy.

He had never cared so much about anyone.

He shouldn't let himself see tonight's excellent and perfect Deng Yi, he shouldn't see his beautiful god-like existence.

He shouldn't have allowed himself to be caught in this deadly maelstrom.

The bell strings have been standing in the shadows. He has been petrified. Until Deng Yi's gaze crossed the crowd and saw him. At this time, the latter was coldly bowing to the crowd and returning to his original position. There was just the right amount of contempt in his gaze, sensed by the bell strings. Zhong Xian subconsciously ducked into the shadows - behind the huge sapphire-colored vase, he felt that gaze had stabbed him like a knife. Before Deng Yi sat down, he turned back again, as if he was looking, it seemed that he was just looking for someone.

Is he looking for me?

The bell was awakened by a sense of joy.

The complex and intense emotions exhausted his physical strength, and Zhong Xian found a nearby chair to sit down.

My mind was so messy that I couldn't think.

He didn't really run away, his actions involuntarily followed the direction of his heart.

"Are you uncomfortable?" A young waiter came for questioning. "I see you've been breaking out in a cold sweat."

"Yes." Zhong Xian said. "It's a little stuffy in my chest."

"You can go to the lounge and take a break." The waiter said.

"I'd better go home." Zhong Xian said. He felt that even hearing another piano piece at this point would irritate him, and he was close to losing his mind. He stood up and followed the waiter's instructions, feeling very weak and tired, and he walked in a trance, not knowing where he had gone, until he found him in a lounge.

The waiter handed him a glass of water. Let him sit by the window.

Then others walked in. The bell string inadvertently raised its head. found that Deng Yi was also among those people. His heart was beating wildly.

Deng Yi was wearing a formal suit, a dress-style suit and a white shirt. In Zhong Xian's eyes, he was so handsome that he almost couldn't breathe.

Several people who came into the lounge with Deng Yi, one of them was a man in a light gray suit, looking up and down unscrupulously at Zhong Xian who was sitting in the corner, and that gaze made Zhong Xian feel as if his clothes had been stripped naked in public, and he blushed as if he was shy.

"Whose friend is this? I don't know it. The man in the light gray suit said.

A man in his thirties, dressed in a black suit, looked left and right: "It seems that our brother didn't bring it here." Second brother, maybe an employee of the group. ”

After Deng Yi came back, he changed a lot of employees. I don't know a lot. What about Deng Yi, what are you standing there in a daze? You have to think that the set of things abroad may not be suitable for us. It's too fast. But it doesn't matter. The third uncle said, it's just for you to practice. "Another guy with a somewhat similar face to the man in the light gray suit, unbuttoning the dress." It's cold outside, and it's still hot in this concert hall. Zhao Qi is very capable, and he has helped our family to organize several activities, which are very standard. In the future, he will also be an idle helper. ”

"Where's the fourth brother?" Deng Yi suddenly spoke. His gaze skimmed over the bellstrings, but there was no specific focus.

"Chat with Zhao Qi outside." The man in the light gray suit, known as the second brother, said. Suddenly, he turned to Zhong Xian and spoke, "Are you an employee of the group?"

Zhong Xian was a little stunned for a moment. But he had already thought of such secret gatherings, and if he could attend, others would naturally think that he should not be an outsider. You should always be familiar with everyone. He is so withdrawn, and it is reasonable to arouse the doubts of Deng Yi's brothers.

He stood up and tried to get his spirits into the work groove, reminding himself to at least feel like he was facing a client. He stepped forward and generously introduced himself. "I'm the new project manager in the group."

"Well, it seems that the third uncle asked him to come. The third uncle recently likes to promote young people, because his son is still so young, and he loves Wujiwu. The second brother stretched out his hand, and Zhong Xian hurriedly shook hands with him. After that, he had to shake hands politely and politely with the others.

When he finally arrived in front of Deng Yi, his nervous palms were sweating.

Deng Yi stretched out his hand to him, "Mention more in the future." Zhong Xian tried to smile naturally, and put his empty and almost trembling hand into Deng Yi's palm. He had never felt Deng Yi's hands like this at this moment, that is, strong and soft, just the right size, slender fingers, and calm and firm when holding him.

The bell felt like it was burning, but there was also a sense of tranquility in it. He even felt the other's hand slowly and quietly touch his whole body, soothing his face, throat and chest. His nerves trembled from head to toe with joy. Then it spread to his blood vessels and all the sensitive nerves. He felt his desires aroused, even feeling that he had been possessed and was willing to be the other person's.

"He actually asked Deng Yi to mention him more, and he is quite good at looking at people."

"It's just a polite remark."

"I should have said some congratulations, but I can't find the right words to describe someone as good as you." The bell string opens.

"The performance is about to start again. You'd better go back and enjoy it. I had to go one step beforehand. Deng Yi said.

"I, I'm leaving, too." Zhong Xian said.

"I'm going to make you bored tonight."

"No, it's the opposite. I've seen such an excellent family, I'm afraid I won't be able to ...... again."

Deng Yi interrupted him: "Since you are also leaving." Why don't you just enjoy your face and go to the group with me to deal with some things. I just don't want to drive. ”

"Very willingly." Zhong Xian said eagerly.

Together, they walked out of the concert hall and down the deserted corridor towards the parking lot.

"How about we take a walk first?" Deng Yi said.

Zhong Xian's hand slid under Deng Yi's arm. "Of course, if you want to go for a walk......"

"I'm guessing why you're here."

"I think you know the answer in your heart. You probably got my email. ”

"Is it an email that says 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry'?"

"Can you feel it? I believe that our hearts are the same, and sometimes memories disappear and deceive. But the mind doesn't. Do you believe that some things are transmitted through feelings?"

"I really don't know."

"I've believed it. You have to believe too. Why don't you tell me about your memory and make it something we all share. ”

"Are you sure?"

"I hurt you when I was young and ignorant. Although I can't understand why I'm hurting. How could I do that, you are different to me. ”

"This ...... What do you remember?"

Zhong Xian didn't want to admit that he didn't think of anything. He nodded, nodding firmly. "I remembered everything."