As if sensing Xiao Hang's gaze, Hang Sizhou turned around.
Then he saw Hang Hongsheng standing in front of Xiao Hang, with his head held high and his chest puffed out, acting like an elder who was giving a lecture.
How dare this old scumbag scold Xiao Hang
Hang Sizhou stood up suddenly.
During the first half of the auction, Fu Haoyan had been secretly observing Hang Sizhou.
After the last time he ran into Hang Sizhou and Jing Qing together, Fu Haoyan realized that they were still very close friends.
The first step in pursuing someone is naturally to find a way to improve your relationship with Hang Sizhou.
I thought that since Hang Sizhou heard me talking behind my back, he would definitely treat me badly.
Unexpectedly, during this hour or so, Hang Sizhou was either staring blankly with his eyes downcast or chatting in a low voice with Xiao Hang, without any trace of his previous "sour face".
Relationship with Xiao Hang
It was also surprisingly good.
Could it be that these two people really rekindled their old love
Hang Sizhou suddenly stood up, startling Fu Haoyan who was in deep thought.
He raised his head guiltily and wanted to say something, but before he could utter a word, a number plate suddenly appeared in front of him.
Hang Sizhou looked down at him and said, "Wait for the host to come out and help me continue filming the piano."
Fu Haoyan: “…”
Hey, I'm not here to be your younger brother.
Hang Sizhou said with a cold face: "Don't care how much he raises the price, just follow him."
"Little brother" Fu Haoyan had no choice but to take the number plate: "Oh, okay."
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"Hang Hongsheng."
The young man's voice was clear and penetrating. The two people who were talking here turned their heads to look over there.
Hang Sizhou walked over step by step with a sullen face, his long legs crossed in the light and shadow.
It was just an ordinary corridor, but he somehow turned it into a blockbuster movie by walking in it.
Hang Hongsheng rarely felt such a strong sense of oppression from Hang Sizhou. His heart was slightly lifted. When Hang Sizhou walked up to him, he said sternly, "What kind of rules are you talking about? I am your father, not someone you can just call by name."
Hang Sizhou curled his lips: "Now you know he is my father? Then when you were being affectionate with the mistress and the illegitimate child in front of me, did you ever think that he was my father?"
It was not uncommon for wealthy families to divorce and remarry. The Hang family was a well-known family. No one had ever discussed this in front of him, and everyone had always treated Hang Jiale as the second young master of the Hang family.
Hang Hongsheng was caught off guard and felt his face burning as his past was exposed by his own son in front of important business partners.
"You—" He had never faced such a sharp-tongued Hang Sizhou, and for a moment he didn't know how to refute or rebuke him.
While hesitating, Hang Sizhou turned to Xiao Hang: "What does he want you to do?"
When taking pictures of the piano just now, Hang Sizhou thought a lot.
Xiao Hang is not stupid. He must know that the person bidding against him is Hang Hongsheng.
Xiao Hang might have already known about all the troubles in his family.
Instead of hiding, it’s better to be open about it.
Xiao Hang did not answer him, but looked at Hang Hongsheng and said, "Boss Hang, I'm sorry I can't agree to your request just now, and you don't have to waste your breath on this matter."
The implication is that no matter what you say, he will buy the piano.
Hang Hongsheng's face became increasingly ugly.
Although Hang Sizhou didn't hear what the two of them said, but from what Xiao Hang said and Hang Hongsheng's reaction, he could more or less guess what the two had discussed before.
Hang Sizhou frowned in disgust and said to Hang Hongsheng, "Don't dither. If you have the money, just shoot it. Don't do anything behind my back. Besides, I wanted the piano and I shot it. Why are you looking for Xiao Hang?!"
Being rejected by Xiao Hang was humiliating enough for him, and Hang Sizhou's merciless words were like a slap in the face.
Hang Hongsheng's face turned red.
He raised his hand tremblingly and pointed at Hang Sizhou's face, but he was afraid of the man who was watching coldly from the side, so he didn't dare to really hit him.
Hang Hongsheng finally said with gritted teeth, "There will always be a day when you will come to me for help!" and walked away angrily.
Looking at the old scumbag's back, Hang Sizhou shrugged indifferently: "Don't take his words to heart. I really can't think of anything else I can ask of him."
Even if I had any expectations, they were completely dissipated when I saw the express delivery sent by Tian Jiarou at my mother's house.
As for Hang Hongsheng, he now only felt disgusted.
"Indeed, it's better to ask me than to ask him." The person next to him suddenly said.
Hang Sizhou tilted his head and glanced at him: "Hey, this is a matter between him and me, why did you put yourself in this?"
Xiao Hang seemed to have not heard what he said at all. He took his hand and squeezed it gently: "I am richer than him, and I have a better attitude than him. Most importantly—"
The man lowered his head slightly, his breath brushing his ears, "I'm still very powerful."
Hang Sizhou: “…”
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Hang Sizhou always felt that Xiao Hang's last sentence had some other meaning.
But when they really got home after filming the piano, Xiao Hang was very well behaved again when they washed up and went to bed.
Besides insisting on holding him in my arms.
Hang Sizhou couldn't understand this guy. The bed at home was so big, wouldn't it be uncomfortable for two grown men to stick close to him
Sleeping with someone in his arms was really uncomfortable, and on the second night, Hang Sizhou was unhappy. His attitude was firm, and after being almost kicked off the bed, Xiao Hang had no choice but to compromise.
Unexpectedly, when he woke up from his dream in the middle of the night, Hang Sizhou found himself in the arms of someone again.
There is air conditioning at home, so even if the two of them are so close to each other, it’s not a big problem.
Hang Sizhou finally decided to "endure it".
At first, Hang Sizhou always thought that Xiao Hang was hinting at something by hugging him like that.
But after a few nights, Xiao Hang was like an old monk in meditation, the two of them were so close and nothing had changed.
Could it really be that... I held it in for too long that night and it got bad
After spending another weekend with Xiao Zhihan and sending her back to her mother's place, the person who was going to deliver the piano finally arrived.
The previous piano collector was a person who took great care of the piano and took very thorough care of it. Looking at the real instrument placed in front of him, Hang Sizhou's fingertips were trembling slightly.
It's exciting.
There is always a holy place hidden deep in the heart of every person who loves musical instruments.
This piano is placed in Hang Sizhou's holy place.
The last time the piano was auctioned, he had applied to Hang Hongsheng and asked him to buy it.
Fearing that the price was too high, he assured that the money could be paid from his own trust fund and that not a penny of Hang Hongsheng's money would be used.
As long as Hang Hongsheng agrees and signs.
But no matter how he begged, Hang Hongsheng coldly rejected him.
I thought he would miss this piano forever.
Unexpectedly, the hand of fate pushed the piano in front of him again.
Even though he no longer plays the piano, the empty "holy land" can be filled up, which can be regarded as a regret in his life.
Hang Sizhou stood in front of the piano, raised a finger and lightly pressed a white key on the piano.
A pleasant sound that was consistent with what I imagined immediately rang out.
Hang Sizhou raised the corner of his mouth, raised his finger and pressed the white key next to him again.
Then, another key next to it.
Press down one by one, to the edge, and then back again.
The clear and simple sound of piano was hovering in the living room.
While Hang Sizhou was doing this, Xiao Hang was always standing behind him.
Watching the young man leaping for joy because of a note, every time his slender fingers moved, I could feel his absolute inner happiness from the sound of the piano.
The thin lips opened and closed.
After a while, Xiao Hang finally couldn't help but ask the question again: "Do you really not want to play the piano anymore?"
Hang Sizhou's fingertips paused slightly.
Before today, even if he was reluctant in his heart, he could still say "I don't want to" very simply.
But at this moment, his favorite piano was right in front of him. In the joy of completely possessing something he had longed for, he could no longer speak so calmly and say something against his will.
After a moment of silence, Hang Sizhou said softly, "I do."
But soon, he said helplessly, "It's no use thinking about it. At my age now, I have missed the best time."
Even in his current memory, it has not been long since he gave up playing the piano.
But the feedback from the fingers is the most direct. He can feel the tightness and stiffness of the finger muscles. If he wants to return to his previous state, or to reach a higher level, it will definitely require a long recovery period.
Facing the pair of worried and somewhat anxious eyes, Xiao Hang curled his lips and said, "You sing very well, why don't you try to combine piano and singing?"
Hang Sizhou's eyes suddenly lit up.
Yes, this is what he has always wanted to do, combining classical piano and modern pop music.
Although many people are doing this, he has never heard any work that he is particularly satisfied with.
If he came-
The light that lit up quickly dimmed again. "I can only play the piano, but I can't compose music. I have no foundation at all. What you said is simply a fantasy to me."
A strand of bangs fell down as Hang Sizhou lowered his head and landed on his fair and smooth forehead.
Xiao Hang raised his hand and gently pushed aside the strand of hair.
Now, even if he gets closer, Hang Sizhou will not instinctively dodge.
Xiao Hang lowered his eyes and looked at him: "Have you ever heard of a saying, the best time to plant a tree is ten years ago, the second best time is now."
Hang Sizhou's eyelashes trembled.
"If you don't try, how do you know you can't do it?"
Hang Sizhou raised his head and looked at Xiao Hang: "Why didn't I realize before that you are quite good at giving chicken soup?"
Xiao Hang nodded slightly: "There are still many things you haven't discovered."
A flash before my eyes.
A necklace dropped from the air.
Hang Sizhou stared at the necklace in a daze, and it took him a long time to realize that this was the one that was auctioned at the auction just now.
He opened his mouth, and after a moment he said, "You took the photo?"
Xiao Hang was helpless: "I'll sit next to you."
Hang Sizhou: “…”
As far as I can remember, Xiao Hang did take pictures of a few things.
But he was completely immersed in his own world at that time, repeatedly counting the small treasury, thinking about what to do next, and did not go to see what Xiao Hang bought.
The man's slender fingers fiddled with the clasp of the necklace.
He felt a chill on his neck; the necklace had been taken to his neck.
The floor-to-ceiling window was like a huge mirror, clearly illuminating the figures of the two people leaning against each other.
Part of the necklace was still wrapped around the man's fingertips, looking like a chain that linked the two of them together.
Hang Sizhou looked away slightly, his earlobes burning as he said, "I accepted the necklace, but I can't just accept your things, so..."
The ring was given to him by Xiao Hang during the "wedding" at the church, the piano was bought with money he temporarily borrowed from him, and this necklace...
Hang Sizhou really couldn't find any other reason to refuse.
Besides, he quite likes this necklace and doesn’t want to refuse it like this.
"I owe you a return gift."
After an antique piano has been moved a long distance, it needs to be tuned by a professional, but it is not completely unplayable.
Hang Sizhou sat down on the piano stool, waved his ten fingers, and smooth piano sounds instantly floated out from his hands.
It was the "Wedding March" that Xiao Hang had listened to many times a while ago.
After a long time, the man spoke, his voice mixed in with a melodious and sweet tune, with a lingering ending.
"Then I'll wait for you to take me there."
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the next day.
Hang Sizhou got up early, woke up Yan Jiayou who was trying to stay in bed, and took him out shopping.
Yan Jiayou has been a very Buddhist and lazy person since he was a child. Even now that he has become a reporter, he is still the same as when he was a student, skipping work to eat.
However, he has a wide network of contacts and can always get reports about first-line celebrities or banquets. Their director usually doesn't control him much and only asks him to go there when he has something to do.
It was still early, and the shopping streets in the CBD were almost empty except for the cleaners sweeping the streets and the shop assistants rushing to work.
Yan Jiayou rarely got up so early, and he yawned repeatedly: "My Zhou, what did you ask me to buy here? If there is a brand you like, why don't you just call the store and ask them to deliver it to you?"
Hang Sizhou's eyes fell on the sign of the large musical instrument store across the street: "We're here."
Yan Jiayou looked around curiously.
At this time, there are not many customers in the music store and there are also few staff.
Hang Sizhou was wearing a mask, and both of them were wearing simple casual clothes, and no one took the initiative to greet them.
This was exactly what Hang Sizhou wanted. He hated it most when buying things when someone came to recommend random things to him.
"What musical instrument do you want to buy?" Yan Jiayou asked.
"Just take a look."
Although he said he was just looking around, Hang Sizhou actually walked towards the piano area with a purpose.
"have a look?"
Yan Jiayou touched the back of his head and wondered what was interesting in the musical instrument store.
Is Hang Sizhou buying a gift for someone
Until Hang Sizhou stood in front of a large piano, pressing the black and white keys with his long fingers, and a string of beautiful melodies poured out from his fingertips—
After a while, the carefree Yan Jiayou finally realized what was happening.
"Zhou Zhou, do you want to buy a piano?"
He rushed to Hang Sizhou excitedly, "Are you ready to play the piano again?"
Hang Sizhou stopped playing, pressed a black key on the side with his long fingers, and frowned slightly.
After pressing it a few more times and making sure the sound was OK, he tilted his head and curved his long eyes: "Yeah."
Compared to his calmness, Yan Jiayou was almost beaming with joy: "Damn, damn, then I can hear you playing the piano again, wow wow wow!"
Hang Sizhou pursed his lips. Although he didn't understand what was so happy about listening to himself playing the piano, Yan Jiayou's enthusiastic feedback still infected him.
Hang Sizhou smiled and said, "You will hear it soon."
If nothing goes wrong, the first episode of "Let's Travel Together" will be broadcast when the second episode is filmed.
By then, everyone who has watched the variety show should know that he can play the piano.
The antique piano is beautiful and has good sound, but it is not suitable for daily practice. Especially, just thinking about its price, Hang Sizhou is reluctant to spend a lot of money on it.
Now that I have decided to play the piano again, I have to have a piano at home.
Hang Sizhou is an expert in piano and has his own insights on brands, categories, and feel.
He quickly decided on the piano to buy.
The piano that Hang Sizhou chose was very expensive and was out of stock in the store.
After paying the deposit and seeing that it was almost time, the two of them had a simple meal in the restaurant next door.
After lunch, Director Yan Jiayou called repeatedly, saying that there was a very important report that needed him to complete. Yan Jiayou couldn't refuse, so he had to agree to go.
Before leaving, Yan Jiayou asked Hang Sizhou if he wanted to take him back with him.
Hang Sizhou shook his head.
Jiang Rong's father has arrived and he has an appointment to see the doctor in the afternoon.
Before that, he wanted to go somewhere.
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Hang Sizhou's personal studio is also in CBD.
This area is very expensive, and it can be seen that Hang Hongsheng put a lot of effort into getting this for him.
Hang Hongsheng is the kind of businessman that Hang Sizhou hates the most. Even when facing his wife and children, he always puts profits first.
Hang Sizhou firmly believed that Hang Hongsheng must have some ulterior motive in setting up such a studio for him and finding him a powerful agent.
After talking with Xiao Hang yesterday, Hang Sizhou thought about it for a long time.
The identities of piano and pop singer can indeed be perfectly integrated, and can also greatly enhance the fashion value of this identity.
Hang Sizhou doesn't hate his current identity as a singer.
He has been playing the piano since he was a child, has won many honors, and enjoys being under the spotlight.
He loves performing and enjoys the stage.
This is a career he can definitely pursue.
Hang Sizhou walked to the door of the studio and saw, as expected, that it was closed.
It is said that as a boss he works for three days and rests for two days, so it is normal for employees to be passive and lazy and not come to work.
However, those who deserve punishment should still be punished.
Hang Sizhou secretly took note of this in his mind, then used his fingerprint to open the door of the studio.
There was no strange smell from a long period of lack of ventilation, and the space was also very clean.
So his employees are not particularly lazy and should come every day.
The schedule is not very regular and I don’t know how to punch in on time.
Thinking of this, Hang Sizhou felt a little more satisfied.
Walking in from the front desk is the studio's office area.
The office area is divided into two major parts, with three or four sets of tables and chairs on each side. Further in are his own office and the office of his agent Lu Chenfeng.
It seems that there are not many people in his studio.
This is also good. After all, there are many people and they all have different opinions. He will definitely spend more time working here in the future.
Hang Sizhou has already thought it through.
If employees behaved strangely, he would knock them out immediately without mercy.
As for Lu Chenfeng—
Just as I was thinking about it, the phone in my hand vibrated.
Hang Sizhou looked up and saw that Xiao Hang had sent him a message.
[Dog man: Where?]
[Zhou Zhou: Studio.]
[Dog man: Yeah.]
And then nothing happened.
Hang Sizhou curled his lips, put away his phone, walked through the office area and entered his office.
His office was much simpler than one might have imagined. On the bookshelf next to him were placed his previous albums and singles, as well as some magazines and newspapers.
Facing him was a "photo wall" that covered almost the entire wall.
It can be seen that the photos above should have been carefully selected by the owner, and each one was taken from the left.
It seems that even after ten years, he still thinks his left face is better looking.
Hang Sizhou touched his cheek and found that his left cheek was indeed more attractive.
Hang Sizhou sat down at his desk.
There was only a computer on the desk. When I opened the drawer, it was all empty.
No matter from which level you look at it, he is a boss who really doesn't care about his job.
No wonder Lu Chenfeng said such things when he called him before.
Yan Jiayou told him about Lu Chenfeng, who was said to be a super ace agent who had trained a singing king before.
It must be quite a headache for such an awesome person to meet an employer like him who is totally unmotivated, right
Hang Sizhou turned on the computer.
Just as he thought, the computer desktop was also extremely clean, except for a single mailbox icon.
Hang Sizhou clicked the mouse to log in, but the email was not logged in automatically, and an account and password were required.
Hang Sizhou naturally had no idea what account and password he would use ten years later, so he quickly closed his email.
But when I was turning off the computer, I glanced at the email icon and a strange feeling arose.
Why would someone who doesn't do anything put an email address on his desk
Is there anything he needs to communicate with via email frequently
This strange thought was quickly suppressed by Hang Sizhou.
—The time he and Professor Jiang had agreed upon was approaching, and it was almost time for him to get ready to set off.
Hang Sizhou has now learned how to take a taxi. While using the app to book a car, he is thinking about arranging a car for himself once everything is on track.
Having no money is one thing, but having such inconvenience in going out is too much of a hassle.
Hang Sizhou had chosen the car and was about to press "Start Call" when a new message popped up on the screen.
[Dog man: Look up.]
Hang Sizhou's heart skipped a beat and he looked up.
A familiar car was parked across the road with its window open, revealing an equally familiar face inside.
The sun was hot, shining brightly and warmly in the man's dark eyes.
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The private hospital that Professor Jiang went to is not far from here, and it only takes about 20 minutes to drive there.
Hang Sizhou held the seat belt tightly with both hands. Seeing that they were almost at the hospital entrance, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you say you wouldn't take care of my treatment?"
"I'll wait for you at the door."
"ah?"
Xiao Hang looked at his light-colored eyes that shrank slightly due to nervousness: "I'm just sending you here, I'm not going in, I'll wait for you at the hospital entrance."
Although he had made up his mind to wait for Hang Sizhou to tell him about his amnesia.
But Xiao Hang didn't want to miss any moment that could accompany him.
Even if I wait.
—He also hoped to wait somewhere closer to Hang Sizhou.
Hang Sizhou walked in slowly.
When I was about to step into the elevator, I couldn't help but look back.
Xiao Hang's car was still there. The man leaned out slightly and watched him go.
Seeing him turn around, the man waved at him.
Hang Sizhou frowned, and an inexplicable surge of emotion suddenly pushed him to turn around and run outside.
"Did you forget something?" Xiao Hang asked when he saw the person go in and come back.
Hang Sizhou opened the car door and got in: "Go park the car."
Xiao Hang looked at him in confusion.
"Aren't you going to wait for me?" Hang Sizhou looked ahead, "It's the same if we wait inside."
Xiao Hang was stunned for a moment, a hint of smile flashed across his eyes: "Didn't you say that I'm not allowed to interfere with your medical treatment?"
Hang Sizhou puffed out his cheeks and pressed the tip of his tongue against his gums, and he did not retract his tongue until it felt slightly sour.
Xiao Hang promised that he would let him "solve it himself".
For some reason, Hang Sizhou felt that the other party was very trustworthy this time, and he couldn't explain why he had this feeling.
But just... I really want to believe in the other person.
Xiao Hang said he wouldn't interfere, and he really meant it.
Trust is one thing, and what needs to be made clear should be made clear.
Hang Sizhou turned around, with a serious face, and said fiercely:
"So you are only allowed to wait at the door of the clinic. You are not allowed to go in! And you are not allowed to eavesdrop!"
The smile in Xiao Hang's eyes became even more intense.
He blinked, raised his hand to help Hang Sizhou tidy up his bangs that were messy from running, and said softly, "Okay."
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