After Xu Kite was taken away by the police, almost everyone looked at Xu Chuyin backstage.

He stood there in a black coat wrapped in a peaked cap, more slender and delicate than his brother, and did not hide from everyone's gaze.

The black hat covered his expression, but he could see from a distance, and at this moment he stood in the shadows, his whole body shrouded in darkness. Distant, corner, the shadows were desperately trying to pull him down the abyss, he didn't hide, he didn't have the slightest fear, nervousness, sadness, no.

At this moment, he watched his sister end up with the crime, and the woman's blood-hating eyes stared at him, and he didn't dodge.

At this moment, Xu Chuyin showed the most basic literacy and calmness as a child of a wealthy family.

He was calm enough to face the countless darkness in this world.

Like, he can help Xu Yuan kill people and set fires, but he can watch her take the blame.

Xu Yaochuan walked out, his body was smelling of smoke, and his hand was on his brother's shoulder and patted.

They all looked at the woman at the front desk who was receiving the award.

She stood on a high platform, envied by everyone, and had outstanding talents.

And Xu Yuan fell off the altar, was spurned by thousands of people, and was guilty of a crime on his back, and he couldn't turn over in this life.

This turnaround battle is well fought!

The corners of Xu Yaochuan's mouth rose, gave such an evaluation, and then left.

Interests are selfish to the extreme, an impersonal high society.

Flesh and blood.

People in the world are bustling, all for fame and fortune.

Zhong Wuyan stood in the light, holding a cluster of flowers in her hand, everything was like a dream, and the cheers around her were endless. Her eyes looked at Fu Yanyan in the front row, he didn't exaggerate his demeanor, he didn't speak, and he didn't even have too many expressions, but his existence was like a mountain that couldn't fall, as if as long as he saw him, he would be at ease.

He seems to be able to show everything, the Dinghai Divine Needle of the entire capital.

She still doesn't know if she is the first in the school, at this moment, the ranking is no longer important.

Li Yanyan, have you seen it?

Will you be as happy as I am?

And what about me...... Can you feel a little bit of joy again?

The corners of her mouth are raised, and she doesn't like to laugh at the moment, smiling brightly, so brilliant that she is more dazzling than ever. She was desolate and calm inside.

She walked backstage with a flower cluster in her arms, and tomorrow is the next grade's art festival performance.

Just as she was about to open the door, she suddenly bumped into someone, and her hairpin fell and resounded on the ground—her hair fell down and fell to her waist.

"Hiss......"

"Excuse me, ahem......"

The man's voice was warm and low, with a soft cough, he was sickly like the last melting snow in spring, and he didn't even want to lift his eyelids, extremely reserved. He crouched down and reached out to pick up the hairpin, and then handed it to her, his hands were too clean, too thin and white, and more clear than the white hairpin.

Raising his eyes, those eyes were tearful, he looked carefully and hid them back. It's tall, but it's weak and polite. Although the dress is simple and natural, there is a Hallucination watch on the hand bowl, which is worth tens of millions. Pianpian son, stranger like jade.

"Fang Wenjin?"

She recognized him, the boy who had just played the piano at the opening ceremony.

"Well, I'm sorry, I was in too much of a hurry just now, was there anything I was hurt?"

He is gentle and does not have a bit of a fight.

"It's okay, because I apologized, I was in too much of a hurry to go."

As soon as she took the green hairpin, she heard the coughing sound of the man covering his chest, neither light nor heavy, and extremely haggard.

"You...... You okay? Do you want to go to the hospital? ”

Zhong Yanyan felt that it was not so heavy when it was hit just now.

But seeing that he was not in good health and coughed and wheezing, she hurriedly went to the table and poured a cup of hot water.

Seeing him leaning on the backstage wall, behind his white clothes was coughing and trembling slightly, "You come here to sit and drink the water." ”

He sat down and came out with a box of medicine, and the hand slowly peeled off, and swallowed the medicine with water.

"It's fine, it's just a cold."

"That's good, I have to go back quickly, someone is waiting for me outside, it's okay for you to be alone, right?"

Zhong Wuyan was a little surprised, this son-in-law's physical condition, how could he not arrange a maid assistant to serve him.

"The Kunqu opera you just sang is good."

"Thanks, they all think I'm better at dancing."

"I forgot that dance. But I haven't forgotten that Kunqu opera for five years. ”

Her hand, which had just been put away, paused, and she glanced up at him.

Fang Wenjin wanted to say tears first, his face was calm, but the tears flowed to his face, until the corners of his mouth trembled and spoke.

"You don't remember me?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know, what are you talking about?"

Zhong Wuyan remembered.

In my memory, in that snowy winter, the Zhong family celebrated spring, artificial fireworks and meteor showers, thousands of luxury cars, and a big banquet. There are thousands of tables, Moutai famous brands can be seen everywhere, snow falls on cigars, and the tobacco melts all over the winter pavilion.

That day, after she walked to the performance, there was a boy wearing a mask holding a pipa, the teacher was beating the boy with a whip, a whip whipped out red blood and fell into the snow, the boy wearing the mask only wore a thin shirt, estimated that he had just entered junior high school, just because he couldn't play a bad song, he was beaten badly, his tears were stubborn and fell down, but his eyes were numb, and the corners of his mouth were calm, it was this cry that made her remember it deeply.

She stepped in to solve the siege.

and supported the teacher, using a simpler teaching method, to tell him how to play the song of "The Peony Pavilion" in this scene.

It was also at that time that Zhong Yanyan learned that the young master of the Fang family had asthma since he was a child, his five tones were incomplete, and he was delicate and weak. The Fang family felt that it was damaging to their reputation, so they had always been looking for a stand-in to perform for this little boy.

The one who wears a mask and can't stop crying is the stand-in of the little boy.

Coincidentally, that day, because she loves chocolate, she deliberately put praline chocolate in every table of cakes.

And because of this, the little son of the Fang family had asthma and died on the way before the ambulance arrived.

At that time, the little son of the Fang family had already died a long time ago, so the Fang family did not pursue it.

At first, when she heard the name Fang Wenjin, she didn't go to the Fang family, because, in her memory, the child had died.

And Fang Wenjin in front of her, this crying appearance reminded her of the masked stand-in!

Could it be that in order to stabilize their position, the Fang family supported a similar-looking stand-in!

"You...... She looks very similar to her, even the singing is similar, others can't hear it, I can hear it, your transposition ......"

"It's just singing, and there are a lot of people who sing the same way."

She ignored Fang Wenjin's retention, but packed up her things and left.

Now that she's dead, it's best to think she's dead forever, and no one needs to be too obsessed.

Attachment itself is a kind of cruelty that cannot be obtained.

He looked at the woman's back, began to cough, lightly tapped the text message on his mobile phone, and several bodyguards helped him up.

"Young master, people have gone far."

He came back to his senses...... It's a pity...... How did we just talk a few words.