Han Tingfeng's expression froze instantly, and his eyes fell into a gloomy darkness.
Xiao Si also finished wiping his hands calmly: "I won't bother you about the matters between us, Mr. Han."
As he said that, he threw the ball of toilet paper in his hand, just passing Han Tingfeng's shoulder, and landed in the trash can not far away.
On the way back to the ward, Xiao Si also sent a message to Jiang Zhao: "I met Han Tingfeng, in the hospital."
Jiang Zhao didn't reply.
Fell asleep? Xiao Si also raised his eyebrows.
After a while, he continued to send messages: "He just came to me alone and wanted to provoke my relationship with you, but I sent him back without authorization."
"You don't blame me, do you?"
After thinking about it, he sent another emoticon pack with a pitiful cat head.
Perfect.
Film Emperor Xiao looked at Han Tingfeng who was not far away, and showed a meaningful smile.
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Jiang Zhao was indeed asleep.
He dreamed about things from his childhood. At that time, Ms. Xu and Lao Jiang were both busy. He lived in the compound with his grandparents.
His grandmother is a lady who likes to paint, and his grandfather was an art soldier in the army and one of the earliest pianists in China.
It's a pity that grandma passed away early, and he has more memories of grandpa taking him with him, sitting in front of the piano, tapping the keys one after another.
It is probably because of his childhood influence that he fell in love with the piano early on, and he even loved the vivid and extreme emotional expression of those performers when they performed on stage.
Later, he met Han Tingfeng.
Han Tingfeng is an introverted and timid child. After Jiang Zhao rescued him from a group of bullying children, he became Jiang Zhao's little tail and followed Jiang Zhao wherever he went.
He took the initiative to learn the violin and wanted to play a duet with Jiang Zhao. Although Jiang Zhao prefers to play solo, the young boy at that time thought about it. As the eldest brother, he still wanted to bring along his younger brothers.
So he began to practice duets with Han Tingfeng, and the winter and summer passed, just like this.
He skipped class with Han Tingfeng to practice the piano, went to the suburbs to set off fireworks secretly in winter, and imagined the future together in the sun with orange soda in the summer afternoon. He remembered that he raised the glass bottle in his hand with pride and ambition, saying that he wanted to be not only the best pianist in China, but also the top in the world, so that all foreign pianists with their eyes above the top would be there. Bow down in front of him.
Han Tingfeng beside him smiled and said, then his wish is to stand on the highest place with him.
The days of a teenager are like cherry blossoms in late spring, even in a dream, they wither in the blink of an eye.
Later, when Jiang Zhao was seventeen years old.
He still remembered the steaming heat of that day, outside the recital hall in Country M, he lowered his head and straightened his tie. The door of the waiting area was right in front of him, and the air conditioner leaked through the crack of the door. He stood there, trying to calm himself down.
Although he has won numerous awards at home and abroad, this is the first time he has participated in an international competition of this scale and level. The judges in the audience are all world-renowned pianists, including his idol.
Those contestants with different skin colors stood beside them, they spoke different languages, and they all looked confident in each other. For the first time in his life, Jiang Zhao felt a little uncertain.
"It's okay, you can." Han Tingfeng, who came to accompany him to participate in the competition, patted him on the shoulder. "Give me everything first, and your mobile phone. Don't read the news before the game, or it will affect your mood."
Jiang Zhao nodded, even if it was a message of encouragement to cheer up, it would be a great pressure for him.
He trustingly handed over all his belongings to Han Tingfeng, and then he thought of something: "After I finish this competition, I'm going to see my grandpa."
Grandpa lives alone in the compound, and his health is not very good. Although Jiang Zhao goes back to live every winter and summer vacation, the old man is still a little lonely on weekdays.
In this competition, no matter whether he wins or loses, he has stood on the highest stage. Even if he loses, he can still make the old man happy for a long time.
What's more, he never intended to lose.
Han Tingfeng smiled: "Okay, I will accompany you."
Jiang Zhao also smiled back, took a deep breath, and walked to the waiting area alone.
On that day, his state was like a godsend, and it can be said that he played at the highest level in seventeen years. When he finished his performance and bowed to thank him, the judges in the audience showed a look of relief, and the applause was like thunder.
As soon as Jiang Zhao stepped off the stage, Han Tingfeng held his hand, a little more excited than him: "You can definitely do it! First place!!"
Jiang Zhao smiled a little embarrassedly: "I can't tell yet."
Having said that, he still looked forward to the podium not far away, and quietly clenched his fingers.
"I... call my grandpa first," he exhaled, "tell him that I'm done."
"I'll give you the phone later," Han Tingfeng avoided his movements, and said with a smile, "When the results come out, announce the good news to grandpa, or make him nervous with you."
This made sense, so Jiang Zhao nodded without saying anything.
The moment his score came out, there were amazed and unbelievable voices all around, and amidst the noise, Jiang Zhao stood on the podium he had dreamed of. The gold trophy in his hand was so heavy that he almost lost his grip.
In the entire hall, the applause of thousands of people came, Jiang Zhao finally couldn't hold back the smile on his lips, and raised the trophy high.
He is number one.
He is the underage performer with the most domestic gold awards in the past ten years.
A rising talent in the piano world.
As soon as he walked off the podium, Jiang Zhao was about to take back his mobile phone: "Quick, I want to call grandpa and the others!"
He didn't notice at the time that Han Tingfeng's smile was unnatural, and he was so immersed in joy that he grabbed the phone.
After restarting the phone, he realized that the phone had received four or five missed calls, all of which were from his grandfather and his parents.
Maybe they were worried about his pre-match form
With a smile all over his face, Jiang Zhao called his grandfather again: "Grandpa! Guess what number I got!"
Lao Jiang answered the call. He called his son in a low voice, and then remained silent for a few seconds without speaking.
Jiang Zhao was a little puzzled, couldn't help laughing and said: "What's the matter, you were shocked by me? I told you a long time ago, my level, it must be..."
"Xiao Zhao," Lao Jiang interrupted him with a hoarse voice.
He sighed heavily, and said, "Your grandpa... is gone."
Jiang Zhao was stunned.
He didn't react for more than ten seconds. When he heard Lao Jiang's words clearly, he smiled: "Where is my grandfather? Did he go out for a walk again and left his mobile phone at home? I'll call the old man I can't stay idle..."
There was a commotion from the phone, and then, Ms. Xu took the phone, with uncontrollable sobs in her voice: "Son, you... don't, don't be too sad. The old man... there is no illness or disaster, and there is nothing wrong with it." What pain to go through... ”
Jiang Zhao could no longer hear the words that followed.
He only remembered that Ms. Xu seemed to say that before his death, his grandfather called him and wanted to hear his voice, but he was busy and didn't answer.
He also said, let him not be too sad, if he wins the award, grandpa will be happy too.
Jiang Zhao's ears suddenly turned into a buzzing sound, and he touched his ears, feeling a little dazed for a while.
Is he deaf
That's fine too. If you can't hear it, you can pretend that you can't hear the news just now, and you can ignore those messy lies.
What's gone, passed away... As long as he goes back, grandpa will definitely still be sitting in the house in the compound, waving the cattail fan, and smilingly asking him to play a piece of music for him.
I will definitely freeze his favorite watermelon in the refrigerator in advance, waiting for him to eat it when he goes back.
By the way, last time he couldn't finish eating, grandpa didn't tell him yet, he only told him to be careful to spoil his stomach...
"Xiao Zhao," Han Tingfeng's voice came from far away, "Xiao Zhao, what's wrong with you?"
A hot drop fell on the back of his hand, and Jiang Zhao woke up like a dream.
He raised his head slowly, staring at Han Tingfeng with red eyes: "The time when the call came was when I was waiting."
"I called several times in a row, but I was hung up on my own initiative."
"You clearly saw my grandpa's phone...but why did you hang up?"
"You saw Han Tingfeng!" Jiang Zhao grabbed his collar suddenly, "You obviously saw it! Why didn't you tell me!!"
After coughing a few times, Han Tingfeng looked at him apologetically: "Xiao Zhao, yes..."
He couldn't finish, because Jiang Zhao had already punched him on the cheek.
—
After that day, for a whole summer vacation, Jiang Zhao ignored Han Tingfeng.
In the past two months, he buried his grandfather's ashes with his parents. On the day he returned from the funeral, he had a violent high fever.
After three full days of high fever, he barely opened his eyes, and saw the flushed eyes of Ms. Xu and Lao Jiang, who were streaming down their faces.
His physique was actually good, and he quickly recovered after leaving the hospital, but he suddenly discovered that he could no longer play the piano.
As long as you touch the keys, you will think of the call that was not connected in that game.
All inspiration, all emotions and skills seem to have disappeared with Grandpa's death.
So he decisively switched to acting, and showed amazing talent, which was full of praise from the teachers who came to teach.
The day before the new semester starts, the students in the class organize a party. Half of their class are art students, and most of the other half are preparing to study abroad. There are very few people who take the normal college entrance examination, and after a year, they basically don't see each other.
This was basically the last chance to gather people together. Jiang Zhao still had a good impression of the high school group, so he was invited to go.
And after two months of severing contact, he finally saw Han Tingfeng.
Han Tingfeng lost a lot of weight and seemed to be in a bad mood, but he still smiled when he saw him. Jiang Zhao ignored him, turned around and went to chat with others with a drink.
Of course he was angry with Han Tingfeng. For him, this incident might be difficult for him in his life.
But if Han Tingfeng can sincerely apologize to him, even though he won't forgive, the relationship of nearly ten years will not be completely broken here. After all, Han Tingfeng was also thinking about his state of mind, so he didn't know that call was so important.
What he didn't expect was that Han Tingfeng chose the most extreme solution.
That night, Jiang Zhao was instigated by someone to drink a glass of wine, and then he felt that something was wrong with his body.
Han Tingfeng took the initiative to help him leave. At that time, his consciousness was a little chaotic, as if he was a little drunk. Others felt that they had a good relationship, so they didn't stop them.
In a daze, Jiang Zhao was taken to a hotel.
He watched helplessly, since he was a child, his most trusted friend, who thought he would never betray him, unbuttoned him one by one.
In those eyes that were always gentle and introverted, there were madness, obsession, excitement, and naked desires that were enough to make Jiang Zhao sick to the point of vomiting.
He asked, "Xiao Zhao, do you want to have sex with me?"
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