Looking at the back of Ling Tongyu leaving, Huang Cen said to Ye Zhenzhen, who was trembling with anger, "Director, this Ling Tongyu is too arrogant, a little newcomer actually moved out the president to threaten you, you must not bear it, she dares to ride on your head today, and she will dare to take your place tomorrow......"

"Get out!" Ye Zhenzhen, who was already sensitive, was ignited by Huang Cen's unintentional sentence "I will take your place tomorrow"! The thing she worries and fears the most is that one day she and Ye Xin'er will return to you.

"Yes." Huang Cen, who was scolded for no reason, walked out of the director's office stupidly!

"Smack!"

Ye Zhenzhen picked up the crystal cup on the table and slammed it on the door, and the crystal shattered to the ground.

*

At night, in the room, the desk lamp was on, and the orange light shrouded the people sitting at the desk, Ling Tongyu was wearing home pajamas, with a thick English version of the "Fashion Bible" in front of him, and a thick English dictionary next to his hand.

However, instead of focusing on the book in front of her, she stared blankly at somewhere, her hand unconsciously stroking the necklace hanging from her chest.

Before I knew it, my thoughts drifted to a long way away.

"No, no, it's not what you say." The girl was surrounded by a group of classmates, and everyone ridiculed her to the fullest, scolding her for abandoning her biological parents, and being born an annoying thing.

"Get in!" I don't know who pushed her back, and without any defense, her body slammed forward, stumbling under her feet, and the whole person fell to the ground, and then she heard a "bang", the heavy iron door was closed, and she was instantly overwhelmed by endless darkness.

She searched around with her wide, panicked eyes, and her breath was short.

"Did you hear that? There was once a female student in this auditorium who hanged herself, so she never used it again. The mischievous female classmate outside the door deliberately said loudly.

She was so frightened that she got up, leaned on the door, slammed the big iron door hard, and helplessly shouted to her classmates who had been playing tricks on her all day.

"Let me out...... Let me out......"

However, no one cares about her mosquito-like voice, she has always been very timid, she doesn't dare to raise her head to look at people, she doesn't dare to raise her head to speak, she shrinks in the corner every time, and when she is bullied, she always silently lowers her head to let people bully, and never dares to resist. Therefore, at this moment, people outside will not care about her little voice at all.

"That woman died on this door, she died so miserably, I heard her cry every night."

While her classmates were describing to her the man who had hanged herself, a sudden gust of wind blew, and the dilapidated window slammed shut, and the whole piece of glass fell and shattered to the ground.

"Ah......h

It was dark, the only bit of light was gone, the classmates cheered and scattered, and it was quiet outside, she was cold and hungry, and shivered.

Who's going to help her, help her open the door.

Who she really was, she was confused at once, she seemed to remember that there was a big and magnificent house in her life, like a palace, and many servants in white uniforms gathered around her, and a woman with a loving smile loved her very much, took her into her arms, kissed her forehead, and she lived a luxurious life like a princess.

But these memories are so vague, they seem to be real, and they seem to be dreams.

She couldn't tell herself, her head hurt, and she touched the back of her head, and there was a rough scar, as thick as half a palm. She remembered that when she woke up, there was a lot of blood coming out of the back of her head, and then, her memory became so blurry that she couldn't even remember her name.

The ...... wind whistled over the auditorium, letting out a whimper like that of an unjust ghost.

She stood up and ran towards the other door.

"Ah......" She didn't see the stairs in front of her clearly, she stepped into the air, and the whole person rolled down like a ball, and the hard stone steps hit her body in unbearable pain.

"Mmmm...... it hurts, her hand seems to have broken a fart, she cries in pain, tears sliding down her frozen red face to the cold floor.

She's really scared, so scared.

"......" Suddenly, there was a piano sound in her ears, and she could hear that this piano piece had been heard in music class, called "The Heart of the Brave", but how could anyone play the piano in this dark place.

Although she didn't know much about the piano, she could feel that this person didn't play like she did in music class, and there was a heaviness and vicissitudes in the sound of the piano he talked about.

Xiao Ling Tongyu stopped crying, she raised her head, and her hair, which had become messy from running and wrestling, stuck to her cheeks a little embarrassed,

With large, tear-glistening eyes hidden behind her hair, she stood up in confusion and looked over to the place where the voice had come from.

"Pap" only heard a slight sound of opening the light, and then the basement of the auditorium lit up, and Xiao Ling Tongyu realized that this was not a basement, this was actually a piano room.

And the tall figure who spoke, was sitting in front of a white piano, he was wearing the white shirt of the senior of the school, with a royal blue V-neck wool vest on the outside, and his slender hands roamed freely on the black and white keys, he was so beautiful.

She walked towards him, stood in front of him, did not say a word, quietly watched him play, under the light, he had a handsome face and dark eyes as dark as night, but his eyes showed a deep sadness.

"......" The sound of the piano came and the boy turned to look at the little girl in front of him, who was not even waist-high, with two lines of tears hanging from her cheeks, and at this time, she was looking at him with a pair of watery eyes.

He was scared to cry, he heard the mischievous sound and her crying from outside just now.

"What's your name?" He asked, his voice as clear as a spring.

And Ling Tongyu, who was only eight years old, forgot to answer his question, and only looked at him without blinking, he was so beautiful, he should be the best-looking senior in this school, but why had she never seen him?

Seeing her silly and silly appearance, he squatted down and squatted in front of her, he was silent for a long time, there was a faint light in his deep eyes, as if he was thinking about something, and then, he looked deeply into her eyes

One hand ripped the hair in front of her eyes—

The girl's eyes were unexpectedly beautiful and full of spirituality.

"Are you a student at this school?"

"......" Finally, she came back to her senses, sniffed hard, and nodded ignorantly.

He lifted his hand and used his fingers to wipe the tears from her cheeks one by one.