"I'm not curious about the reason, you don't have to tell me." If I told it out loud, it would definitely be another unhappy story. Ou Shaowen moved his butt towards him, stretched out his hand, and gently rubbed the top of his head like Ou Renjin often did, with a serious expression, which was his sincere comfort.
Ou Renjin grabbed his hand and pulled it down, "What are you going to do next time you encounter something like this?"
"call you."
"If I can't get through to someone on my phone, call Guan Qijun. If he can't get through to me, call Qi Yue. Call each person in the address book one by one until you get through to someone. Remember?"
"knew."
Ou Renjin opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Ou Shaowen covered his mouth with his hand. "I really remember it. You don't have to repeat it."
Ou Renjin pinched his face and said in a low voice: "You can't even complain, you are really useless."
"Teach me once," Ou Shaowen didn't like to hear him say that he was useless, "I will be able to do it next time."
Ou Renjin stood up and prepared to go upstairs. "I'm going to the study to work. Please don't come in and disturb me for now."
"Okay." Ou Shaowen silently looked at his back until he disappeared around the corner of the stairs. Then he lowered his head and looked back at the book that was thrown aside.
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Dong Qiao was not like Ou Shaowen, who could remember the route after just one ride. That night, he first walked aimlessly in the forest for a long time, but could not find the way back. He became more and more frightened and anxious as he walked. He fell down countless times, and the last time he sprained his foot. At that moment, he did not scream, but slowly squatted in front of a tree trunk, enduring the severe pain from his ankle, shivering with cold.
After that time, it seemed that he couldn't even cry. He hugged his knees, and the boundless fear surrounded him like a shroud, and he was the cold corpse.
Will he die here? I don’t know if it was because he was frightened by Ou Renjin’s last few threats, or because he overestimated the power of such a big boss in the entertainment industry. At this moment, he sincerely felt that he might really die this night.
He was so scared that he became numb. He just thought, if only time could go back to last night, then when someone asked him about Ou Shaowen, he would definitely answer truthfully, "He went to pick up the garbage we just threw away."
By the early morning of the next day, Dong Qiao was still nowhere to be seen at the foot of the mountain. Guan Qijun reported the situation to Ou Renjin, and then followed his instructions to take people back from the mountain and send him back to his residence.
Dong Qiao had a fever for three days and then never showed up at the dance class that Ou Shaowen often attended.
Ou Shaowen's dance classes have been reduced by half, and his time has been allocated to instrument classes and vocal classes. Ou Renjin has been arranging songs for Ou Shaowen. At the same time, he has looked through the talent show plans that major TV stations are preparing to produce on their websites recently, and selected one that he thinks has a more reasonable competition system and is more suitable for Ou Shaowen's personality.
He plans to throw this kid into this talent show. By then, he will have his own popularity, which can snowball into attracting even more popularity. He can then use the popularity to debut as an idol and release songs and singles, which is better than them spending all their resources to hype him up.
The talent show that Ou Renjin chose for him was called "Under the Lights". The project would officially start in a month, so during this period, Ou Shaowen's schedule was quite full. Apart from taking another set of modeling photos, almost all of his time was spent in the practice room.
Therefore, many nights, when Ou Shaowen came back from the practice room, Ou Renjin had already fallen asleep. Although he had promised to make up for every day they missed in this month, Ou Shaowen was a person who paid more attention to enjoying the present. No matter how beautiful the future was promised, to him, it was just a future that had not yet arrived.
It was almost the end of the year, and both Ou Renjin's company's business and Ou Shaowen's many training courses had come to an end. Even Aunt Zhou and Uncle Li were given a half-month vacation by Ou Renjin to go back and reunite with their families.
The huge villa was empty and deserted, but fortunately Ou Shaowen was used to this kind of scene. When Ou Renjin was around, he could spend the whole afternoon staring at Ou Renjin in a daze. When Ou Renjin was not around, he would occasionally review the lessons taught by his teacher, watch TV silently for a while, and then make himself a fairly hearty dinner. The day passed like this.
For some reason, he felt that Ou Renjin seemed to be in a bad mood recently. When he was at home, he was visibly depressed. His occasional smile to him seemed perfunctory. Most importantly, he hadn't kissed or hugged him for a long time.
Ou Shaowen couldn't help but flipping through the calendar and starting to count forward, then he realized that it seemed like he had moved into this villa for almost three months.
The shortest-lasting relationship with Ou Renjin's predecessor was only eighty days.
Is it time for him to go back
The twenty-ninth day of the lunar year.
Ou Renjin got on the car heading to the cemetery. He leaned sideways and looked out the window silently. It was such a cold weather, and it seemed that even if the heating was turned on high, it couldn't warm people up.
The car stopped at the entrance of the cemetery. Ou Renjin got out and bought two bouquets of flowers. He held the flowers, still covered with dew, in his arms. In the early spring morning, the flowers covered half of his handsome face. The ends of his hair were wet by a layer of mist, gently resting on his forehead. He originally had a very admirable handsome face, but it was completely ruined by his overly gloomy and arrogant expression.
"I'll wait for you outside, please come out early." Guan Qijun had long been accustomed to Ou Renjin's overly long silence and overly bad mood on this day. After all, both of Ou's parents died on the same day, and both of them had turned from danger to safety, full of hope and expectation, but their fate suddenly took a turn and turned into bad news that was hard to bear.
Ou Renjin nodded and walked in alone without saying a word.
Guan Qijun looked at his back with some worry, then glanced at the time on his watch, and prepared to go in and look for him as usual if Mr. Ou didn't come out in half an hour.
When he accompanied Mr. Ou here for the first time, he had just been admitted to high school and was still a handsome and thin boy. At that time, he also held two bouquets of flowers and insisted on going in alone. But after entering the cemetery, he did not come out for a long time. When Guan Qijun went in to look for him, he saw Ou Renjin fainted in front of the tomb with a pale face, his body cold and silent. That time was extremely dangerous. With a cold and high fever, Ou Renjin's heart almost stopped beating.
In the following years, whenever this time came, Ou Renjin would always have an attack. Then he gradually grew up, slowly became less emotional, and in the past few years he spent this day peacefully. Guan Qijun returned to the car, took out the medicine he had prepared just in case, and held it tightly in his hand.
Ou Renjin walked past a row of tombs with heavy steps. When he was about to reach his parents' tomb, he stopped abruptly. His eyes looking ahead could not hide the hatred that was brewing day by day, and the veins on his palms holding the flowers were bulging.
Ou Yiyun and Qin Yueran were squatting in front of his parents' grave, throwing handfuls of paper money into the fire.
Qin Yuran yawned, stretched out her hands to warm them over the fire, and rubbed her stiff fingers one by one very carefully. "Husband, why do you think the old man suddenly insisted on us coming to visit their graves this year? This place is far away, and it takes several hours to drive there. Didn't we only come here during the Qingming Festival before? On the anniversary of the death, can't we just light two incense sticks at home?"
"Put the lights in place and go back quickly." Ou Yiyun threw all the remaining paper money in. The fire was doused violently and suddenly seemed to be going out.
Ou Renjin felt as if his eardrums were a little tingling. He took two quick breaths, suppressed his somewhat rapid breathing, and walked over with a normal expression.
"Why do you still come here to worship if you haven't even burned all the paper money sincerely?" Ou Renjin walked past the two of them and came around to the tombstone. He squatted down and picked up the thick sheet of paper that was only half burned. The faint sparks reignited when they came into contact with the air and quickly attacked his fingers.
His skin seemed to be wrapped by the flames, and with a hiss, he shook his hands away, letting the paper money scatter and float towards them.
Ou Yiyun took a few steps back, and Qin Yueran also suddenly let out a short scream. Although they dodged quickly, they still had several black marks on their clothes. Qin Yueran laughed in anger: "Ou Renjin, over the years, as your aunt, I have tolerated you countless times because your parents died when you were young. You are not a child anymore. Don't think that you are a willful child and can be forgiven over and over again for doing wrong things. I tell you, your grandfather is really determined not to recognize you this time, so you can continue to play childish pranks like this from time to time."
"Sorry, it's just too funny to see my aunt get angry, I can't help it." As he spoke, he glanced at Ou Yiyun who was standing aside without saying a word, and smiled strangely, "Why is uncle silent? Don't you always like to support my aunt? Why, standing in front of my parents' grave, are you feeling guilty?"
"That's unreasonable." Ou Yiyun glanced at him. He didn't want to get entangled with him. If he was stuck with this psychopath, he would have to go crazy in front of them for a long time. "Yueran, let's go back."
Ou Yiyun and Qin Yuran had not walked two steps far when they heard the sound of something being kicked over behind them. He turned around and saw that the two lamps and a bouquet of flowers they brought to the tomb were all kicked aside by Ou Renjin. He cleared the space in front of the tomb and then placed his own flowers there.
He sneered, turned around and continued walking forward.
He knew that when Ou Renjin's parents had just died, there had been some groundless speculation and rumors in the company. This boy was young and naive, and he quickly believed those words. However, these rumors were just speculations, without any evidence or clues. Over the years, he could only vent his anger in front of them from time to time.
After forcing himself to finish paying tribute to his parents, Ou Renjin's lips were already purple when he returned to the car. His eyes went dark again and again, and his throat seemed to be tightened. He pressed his chest hard with one hand, as if this could block out the sound of the heartbeat that was out of rhythm and seemed to be hitting his chest.