Qing Yun put down the piano in his hand and walked straight to the bedroom.
Before he opened the bedroom door, the angry man ran out. As soon as he saw Qing Yun, he stared at him like a checker, and asked stubbornly, "Where have you been?"
Not frightened by the man's appearance at all, Qing Yun took off his coat and replied, "Hui Xiangjia, didn't I send you a text message?"
"Where did you go!" But the man didn't seem to listen to his answer at all, he just insisted on the thought in his heart, and stubbornly repeated this sentence.
Seeing the man's condition, Qing Yun sighed secretly. He leaned over and put his arms around the man's neck, and asked, "What's wrong? Did you miss me?"
As he spoke, he pressed the back of the man's head and kissed the man's lips lightly.
Wei Changxiu was shocked by the touch on his lips, but when he came back to his senses, he still asked Qing Yun's whereabouts persistently, as if he wanted to ask a certain question that had been hiding in his soul and troubled him endlessly. Come out average.
Looking at the stubborn child-like man, Qingyun didn't know why, but his heart was full of connivance and sadness. He didn't answer the man's words, but just kept kissing him, comforting the man with his lips and tongue.
Seeing that Wei Changxiu's condition had not improved, the family doctor of the Wei family was afraid that he would hurt Qingyun, so he came forward with a tranquilizer.
Qing Yun, who was kissing the man, saw the shiny needle from the corner of his eyes, frowned, and directly blocked it with his slender white fingers, signaling the doctor not to inject the man with medicine.
After all, drugs have no effect on the wounds in a man's soul.
Seeing the sharp needle touched his white fingers, Wei Changxiu's pupils shrank, and his anger suddenly burst out, but he turned to the family doctor who came forward.
"Go away!"
If the family doctor hadn't been hiding quickly, Wei Changxiu would have almost kicked him.
Holding Qing Yun tightly in his arms in a protective posture, Wei Changxiu completely shifted his attention to Qing Yun's fingers, and he kept asking, "Are you injured? Are you injured?"
The man carefully checked every finger of the boy in his arms, and kissed the fingertips of the boy carefully.
Despite being in this state, Wei Changxiu still clearly remembered how much his little feather loved music and how much he liked the violin. For a violinist, these hands are the most precious treasure in the world.
Xiang Chenyu's fingers were not good-looking, although they were soft, there were still some small scars growing on the fingertips, which hindered his usual fretting. Moreover, his fingers were of different lengths. On the left hand held by Wei Changxiu, two fingers were slightly deformed and slender.
This is all the result of over-practice in childhood.
Feeling the tiny scars on the young man's fingers with his lips and tongue, Wei Changxiu's condition gradually stabilized. His eyes regained clarity, and the first thing he said was to ask Qing Yun: "Don't do such dangerous things in the future, what if you get hurt?"
Now Wei Changxiu will no longer persuade Qingyun to leave him because of his illness, because he knows that no matter what time, he will never hurt his little feather.
The two hugged each other quietly, the night outside had already fallen, but the midsummer cicadas made the scene inside the house even more warm.
Qing Yun leaned in the man's arms, lowered her head to write and draw on the music book.
Wei Changxiu kept staring at the boy's side face, his eyes were full of tenderness. He looked up at the time, smiled suddenly, and wanted to say something in Qingyun's ear, but he was stunned for a moment after leaning over, a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, and then this gloom turned into full of distress.
He pretended to be inadvertent, moved from Qing Yun's left ear to the right, and reminded in a gentle voice: "Honey, it's time for dinner."
Qing Yun heard the anticipation for dinner in the man's words, looked up at him strangely, wrote the last note, and then responded.
As soon as she walked out of the bedroom, Qing Yun knew where the expectation in the man's words came from.
The lights in the restaurant were not turned on, a big cake was placed on the dining table, and the bright candlelight created the warmest atmosphere, but the rough or even ugly decoration clearly exposed the level of the producer .
There is no outsider in this room, only Qing Yun and the man behind him.
A deep and elegant happy birthday song came from behind, and one could tell it came from Wei Changxiu.
Rao Qingyun was taken aback when he saw this scene at first. He can turn a blind eye to the most tragic scene in the world and the ugliest human nature, but he can't resist this kind of tenderness that rarely appears in his life.
Xiang Chenyu is an orphan, he has no birthday, only the day when he was sent to the orphanage, unexpectedly the man even found out about this.
It's no wonder that after receiving the news that he won't come back today, the man couldn't control the wound in his soul. It turned out that he had been waiting for him to come back.
"Hurry up and blow out the candles?" Wei Changxiu sang the happy birthday song, and hugged Qing Yun, who was stunned there, into his arms. Qing Yun was stunned for a long time before blowing out the candles on the cake with the man.
At that moment, Qing Yun felt that his behavior was simply stupid, but it seemed like he couldn't control his behavior.
Even the last light source was turned off, and the room was plunged into darkness for a moment. In the darkness, Qing Yun felt his ring finger cool down, as if a ring was gently wrapped around his finger.
Immediately afterwards, the man fed him a bite of the cake, and the sweet creamy taste immediately spread in his mouth.
Qing Yun smiled in the dark, he didn't expect the man to have a romance with him now, but this didn't affect Qing Yun's inner joy.
He raised his head and kissed Wei Changxiu's lips precisely, and tasted the cake with him. The hotness and sweetness came together, and the atmosphere in the living room suddenly changed.
"Honey, let's eat the cake tomorrow, shall we?" Wei Changxiu rang out in the darkness with a panting voice.
Qing Yun let out a chuckle, followed by a slam of the bedroom door opening and closing, and a half-groan came out of the door and quietly echoed in the darkness of the living room.
Wei Qi, who was squatting in the yard to feed the mosquitoes, turned his head to listen to the sounds in the house, and said to Wei Ming who was squatting beside him in a low voice, "Can we go in now?"
"Go in there, who knows if the boss has closed the door properly, do you want to die?" Wei Ming slapped the bloody mosquito to death, glanced at him, and said angrily.
Here, "the years are quiet and peaceful", but Xiang Chenjin, who is far away from Xiang's house, can't sleep well.
He got up from the bed again in his pajamas, and walked carefully to the corridor. There was a small room at the other end of the corridor. At this time, the owner of this room seems to have left in too much haste, and the door is still open with a small gap.
Xiang Chenjin stared at the narrow door frame, as if he had returned to the time when he was a child and just returned to Xiang's house, he also watched Xiang Chenyu practice the piano from the crack of the door.
The extremely intelligent Xiang Chenyu, even though he grew up in that simple orphanage, seems to have extraordinary talents. He could improvise some interesting tunes when he was very young, which made Xiang Chen who just learned the violin I am so envious today.
What did he do afterwards
When he occasionally heard Xiang Chenyu's simple but interesting performances in the piano room, he wrote down these simple notes and played them in front of his parents first.
This approach earned him great praise from his father and mother. Growing up in an orphanage, Xiang Chenjin, who regarded snatching food and adults' care as a compulsory course, didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this behavior. It wasn't until later that he entered the same school as Xiang Chenyu that Xiang Chenjin began to hide and restrain himself. stand up.
But now Xiang Chenjin is staring at the narrow door, sometimes it seems to see the smile of Satan, and sometimes it seems to see the scepter of the goddess of victory.
In the end, Xiang Chenjin took a step, and he quickly ran towards that room. The moment he opened the door, the anxiety in Xiang Chenjin's heart finally disappeared, and his eyes became firm again.
There were three or four pieces of paper scattered under the neatly tidied desk, as if the owner accidentally dropped it while tidying up in a hurry. Even in the dark, Xiang Chenjin can easily tell that those are all handwritten scores.
In the final of the International Music Competition, the competition was the music composed by themselves. Xiang Chenjin was rolling with an obsession that was almost ferocious.
Even if he can't win, Xiang Chenjin doesn't want Xiang Chenyu to have a good end.
In the middle of the night, Wei Changxiu's bedroom lit up a small night light again. There was no trace of confusion in the eyes of the man who had just woken up. He looked sideways and tenderly at the sleeping boy beside him. There was not only the hottest love in his eyes, but also the gentle and intimate care of an elder.
The man leaned over gently, and lovingly pressed a kiss on the boy's left ear, then got up lightly, being careful not to disturb the boy's sound sleep.
Wei Changxiu picked up the nightgown hanging beside the bed. The silky satin covered the red scratches on his back, but it couldn't cover up a small tooth mark on the side of his neck.
The man smiled and stroked the stinging wound on the side of his neck. Before he walked out of the bedroom, he reluctantly turned back and kissed Qing Yun's slightly parted lips again, before giving up.
Wei Changxiu went to the study. Wei Ming had been waiting in the study for a long time. When he saw him coming in, he immediately stepped forward respectfully and handed over a stack of materials in his hand.
These documents appear to be quite old, and the corners are yellowed or even missing. This is a report from the hospital. There are prescriptions written by doctors and medical notices signed by family members.
Wei Changxiu was sitting on the sofa. This steady man, his fingers trembled undetectably when he took the stack of old papers.
When he saw the handwriting of the doctor's diagnosis and the name of the patient on the paper, Wei Ming who was present even felt a kind of anger that could almost turn into substance emanating from the man.
Wei Ming bowed his head deeply. Ever since he witnessed the campus bullying incident that day, he has keenly felt that the head of the Wei family has changed. How cruel and even cruel.
Wei Changxiu's original amiability of a businessman has dissipated completely, and his actions are even more merciless and ruthless. This makes people who are aware of the Wei family's actions can't help but feel even more frightened. What nerve.
Wei Changxiu carefully checked the information in his hand. If anyone looked carefully, he would surely find that the man's masseter muscles were already tense, and even his whole body's muscles had entered a state of extreme anger.
"Is that all?" Wei Changxiu asked in a deep voice.
"The Xiang family did it too secretly. After this incident, Mr. Xiang's adoptive father, Xiang Liyan, was afraid of attracting attention from the outside world, so he called a family doctor. Therefore, it is not easy to find the rest of Mr. Xiang's medical records, but we have already found them. After a while, you will be able to find the family doctor you invited from home."
Hearing Wei Ming's words, Wei Changxiu nodded, and he lit a cigar to soothe his restless nerves with the spicy tobacco. Some time ago, he discovered that Xiaoyu had a hearing problem in his left ear, but he thought that the boy was a violinist and had extremely high requirements for hearing, so he thought it was because he was thinking too much.
But with the close contact these days, Wei Changxiu's doubts became more and more serious. He didn't expect that the boy's hearing really had a problem. Wei Changxiu fixed his eyes on Xiang's family members, and this investigation allowed him to find out the problem.
It never occurred to him that those bastards from the Xiang family would dare to treat his baby like this. Wei Changxiu looked at the documents in his hand again with a mixture of distress and anger. There were multiple soft tissue contusions, a 24-hour high fever, and a perforated left eardrum.
Wei Changxiu endured and endured to hold back his movements, and was so annoyed that he swept the ashtray by his side to the ground on the spot. His baby is still asleep, and he doesn't want to wake him up because of these messy things.
"How about the casino?" Wei Changxiu calmed down for a while before he calmed down and continued to ask Wei Ming.
"Boss, don't worry, it's already locked up. Most of Xiang Liyan's company has collapsed, and it still owes a high amount of gambling debts. It's almost desperate. It's probably because of this that he called Mr. Xiang back today."
Wei Ming thought of the news that the person in charge of the casino sent him, and subconsciously looked at Wei Changxiu's face, fearing that the next news would make him furious. But in the end he thought about it, and he honestly explained: "Xiang Liyan kept asking the person in charge of the casino about the prices of those 'players', so his subordinates guessed..."
Hearing Wei Ming's words, Wei Changxiu sneered, but he didn't show any anger anymore. He has long since given up any hope for the people of the Xiang family, he can do anything to Xiao Yu, who was only twelve years old back then, what can't Xiang Liyan, who is completely plunged into the abyss of gambling, do
Before Xiang Chenjin didn't come back, Xiang Liyan still had the intention of cultivating Xiaoyu. Now when the adopted son blocks the way of parent-child, Xiang Liyan is of course eager to pull Xiaoyu down and make full use of it.
Now, Xiaoyu bears the name Xiang Chenyu, and her every move is linked to the Xiang family. His performance of "Flowing Water" became so famous that everyone would praise Xiang Jia for being a good teacher, but they would also lament that without Xiang Jia, there would be no Xiang Chenyu now, right
In the eyes of the world, the Xiang family is a benefactor, no matter how high Xiang Chenyu will achieve in the future, he must bow his head and sincerely thank the Xiang family for his upbringing and teaching, otherwise he will be ungrateful.
And Wei Changxiu wanted to take off the hypocritical mask of the Xiang family. He wanted everyone to have a good look at what kind of life the orphan, who was extremely lucky in their eyes, lived in the Xiang family.
"Keep an eye on Xiang Liyan's every move." Wei Changxiu put out his cigarette, thought for a while and added, "The rematch of the music conference is coming, give Xiang Liyan some time, and don't let him disturb Xiaoyu's interest."
After explaining all this, Wei Changxiu returned to the bedroom after washing up again.
Sensing the vibration around him, Qing Yun rubbed his eyes and yawned when he woke up. His movements were extremely innocent, obviously letting go of all his defenses, which made Wei Changxiu fascinated.
"Where did you go?" Qing Yun glanced at the man who climbed onto the bed, and asked.
His voice was still strangely hoarse, accompanied by the confusion of waking up, it was extremely attractive.
Wei Changxiu hugged him into his arms, and while he bowed his head and kissed Qing Yun's neck, coaxing him to make a more beautiful voice, he said casually, "It's nothing, I just couldn't sleep to deal with work."
His baby is too strong, and he will never learn to rely on him a little bit, which makes Wei Changxiu very helpless, so he can't help but work extraordinarily hard in some aspects, in order to "punish" the boy in his arms.