Han Tingfeng’s expression froze instantly, and a gloomy darkness fell into his eyes.
Xiao Siye calmly wiped his hands: “It’s our business, so Mr. Han don’t bother.” After speaking
He threw the toilet paper ball in his hand, it rubbed it over Han Tingfeng’s shoulder and landed in the dustbin not far away.
On the way back to the ward, Xiao Siye sent a message to Jiang Zhao: “I met Han Tingfeng and I am in the hospital.”
Jiang Zhao didn’t replied.
Fell asleep? Xiao Siye raised his eyebrows.
After a while, he continued to send a message: “He just found me alone and wanted to provoke my relationship with you, but I retaliated without authorization.”
“You shouldn’t blame me, right?” After thinking about it he sent a pitiful cat head emoji.
Emperor Xiao looked at Han Tingfeng not far away and showed a meaningful smile.
Jiang Zhao is indeed asleep.
He dreamed about what happened at that time. At that time, Mrs. Xu and Old Jiang were busy. He lived in the compound and lived with his grandparents.
His grandmother was a lady who likes to paint, and his grandfather was a soldier in the army and one of the earliest pianists in China.
It’s a pity that his grandmother died early, and his memories are that his grandfather, he took the young him, sat in front of the piano, and tapped the keys.
It was probably because of his fascination at the time, he fell in love with the piano early on, and even more like the extreme emotional expression of some 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 tail and followed Jiang Zhao wherever he went.
He took the initiative to learn the violin and played with Jiang Zhao. ,
Although Jiang Zhao prefers to play solo, the teenager at that time thought about it, as the eldest brother, he still took the younger brother with him.
So he began to practice duets-playing with Han Tingfeng, coming and going through winter and summer, and so on for years.
He skipped class with Han Tingfeng to practice the piano, went to the suburbs in winter to let off fireworks secretly, and imagined the future with orange soda in the sun on a summer afternoon. He remembered that he held up the glass bottle in his hand with great ambition and said that he would be the best pianist not only in China but also the top in the world, making foreign crowds look higher than the top. The pianists would bow their heads in front of him.
Han Tingfeng, who was beside him, smiled and said, “My wish is to stand at the highest place with you.”
The days of youth are like cherry blossoms at the end of 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 a day, outside the concert hall in country M, he lowered his head and adjusted his tie. The door of the waiting area was in front of him, and the air-conditioned air was leaking from the crack of the door. He stood there, trying to calm himself.
Although he has won several 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 even his idols.
There are contestants of different skin colors standing beside them, they speak different languages, and they all look like they are confident about each other. For the first time in his life, Jiang Zhao felt a little uneasy.
“It’s okay, you can do it,” Han Tingfeng, who came to accompany him to the competition, patted him on the shoulder, “Give me everything first, as well as your phone. Don’t read the messages before the competition, otherwise, it will affect your mood.”
Jiang Zhao nodded, now there are a lot messages of encouragement, and it is great pressure.
He trusted Han Tingfeng with all his belongings, and remembered: “When I finish this competition, I will go see my grandfather.”
Grandpa lives alone in the compound, and his health is not very good. Although Jiang Zhao went back to live there every winter and summer vacation, the old man was still a little lonely on weekdays.
In this competition, whether he wins or loses, he has stood on the highest stage. Even if he loses, he can make the old man happy for a long time.
What’s more, he never intended to lose.
Han Tingfeng smiled: “Okay, I’ll accompany you.”
Jiang Zhao also smiled back, he took a deep breath and went to the waiting area alone.
On the same day, he was in a state of divine assistance, and he could be said to have played the highest level in his seventeen years. When he bowed his thanks at the end of the performance, the judges in the audience all showed a relieved look and applauded like thunder.
Jiang Zhao had just stepped off the stage, when Han Tingfeng held his hand, a little more excited than him: “You absolutely can take First place!!”
Jiang Zhao smiled a little embarrassedly: “I don’t know yet.”
Having said that, he looked forward to the podium not far away and quietly clenched his fingers.
“I…call my grandpa first,” he exhaled. “Tell him, I’m done.”
“Wait a while, and then I’ll give you the phone,” Han Tingfeng avoided his movements and smiled, “When the results come out, I will announce the good news to Grandpa, or else you will make him nervous with you.” This is reasonable, Jiang Zhao nodded.
As soon as his score came out, there were amazed and incredible voices all around, and in the commotion, Jiang Zhao stood on the podium he had always dreamed of. The gold trophy in his hand was heavy, and he almost held it steady.
In the entire hall, thousands of people applauded, Jiang Zhao finally couldn’t hold back the smile on his lips and held up the trophy.
He is number one.
He is the underage performer with the most gold medals in China in the past ten years.
He is a rising genius in the piano world.
The first time he got off the podium, Jiang Zhao took back his mobile phone: “Quick, I’ll call Grandpa and the others!”
He noticed it at the time, and Han Tingfeng smiled. It was unnatural, so immersed in joy, he snatched the phone.
After the new phone was turned on, he discovered that the phone had received four or five missed calls before, all of which were his grandfather and his parents.
Maybe they were worried about his pregame form?
With a smile all over his face, Jiang Zhao called his grandfather newly: “Grandpa! Guess what number I won!”
Old Jiang answered the call, and he called out in a low voice, “Quiet” After a few seconds, he spoke.
Jiang Zhao was a little puzzled, and couldn’t help laughing: “What’s the matter, are you shocked? I told you earlier that my level is definitely…”
“Jiang Zhao,” Old Jiang interrupted. His voice was a little hoarse.
He sighed heavily and said,
“Your grandfather… .”
Jiang Zhao was stunned.
It took him more than ten seconds to react. When he heard Old Jiang’s words, he smiled: “Where is my grandfather? Did he go out for a walk again and leave his phone at home? Isay that the old man is always restless…”
There was a commotion from the phone, and then, Mrs. Xu took the phone, and her voice was sobbing: “Son, you don’t, don’t be too sad. The old man… he is ill and have experienced such pain…”
Jiang Zhao couldn’t hear what he said later.
He only remembered that Mrs. Xu seemed to say that before his death, grandpa called him and wanted to hear his voice, but he was busy and never received the call.
He also said that he shouldn’t be too sad, grandpa would be happy when he won the award.
Jiang Zhao’s ear suddenly turned into a buzzing sound, and he touched his ear, feeling a little dazed for a while.
Is he deaf?
It’s fine. If you don’t listen to the news, you can pretend that you don’t listen to the news just now, and you can look at some messy lies.
What happened? He passed away… As long as he went back, his grandfather must still be sitting in the house in the compound, swinging the fan and letting him play a tune for him with a smile.
He will definitely freeze the watermelon he likes in the refrigerator in advance, waiting for him to go back to eat it.
By the way, the last time he was able to finish his meal, grandpa still told him that it only made his stomach ache…
” Jiang Zhao,” Han Tingfeng’s voice came from far away, ” Jiang 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 slowly raised his head and stared at Han Tingfeng with red eyes:
“When the call came, it was when I was waiting. It was hung up.”
“You clearly saw my grandfather’s phone…but why did you hang up?”
“You saw Han Tingfeng!” Jiang Zhao grabbed his collar abruptly, ” You obviously saw it! Why didn’t you tell me!!”
After choking a few times, Han Tingfeng looked at him apologetically: “Zhao Zhao, yes…”
He couldn’t finish speaking, because Jiang Zhao had already punched and hit him on the cheek.
After a few days, and for a whole summer vacation, Jiang Zhao ignored him.
In the past two months, he accompanied his parents to bury his grandfather’s ashes. On the day he returned from the burial, he developed a vigorous fever.
After three full days of high fever, he barely opened his eyes and looked at the red eyes of Mrs. Xu and Old Jiang, who were tearful.
His physique was really good, and he recovered quickly after leaving the hospital, but he suddenly discovered that he could no longer play the piano.
As soon as he touches the keys, he will be reminded of a connected phone call during a game.
All the inspiration, all the emotions, and techniques, seemed to disappear with the death of Grandpa.
So he turned his performance decisively and showed his amazing talent, which made the teachers who came to teach him full of praise.
The day before the start of the new semester, his classmates organized a party. Half of their classes are art students, and the other half are mostly preparing to study abroad. There are very few people who take the college entrance examination. 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 of people, so he was invited to go.
After cutting off contact for two months, 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 got to him. Jiang Zhao looked at him, turned around, and took a drink to chat with others.
Of course, he was angry with Han Tingfeng, and he told him that this matter might never go away in his life.
But if Han Tingfeng can sincerely apologize to him, although he will not forgive him, the love for the past ten years will not be completely cut off. After all, Han Tingfeng is also thinking about his mentality he didn’t know that not answering the call would result in that.
What made him hate gim is that Han Tingfeng chose the most extreme solution.
One 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 think they have a good relationship, and they did not hindered him.
In a trance, Jiang Zhao was taken to a hotel.
He watched helplessly as the friend he trusted the most, who thought he would never betray him, unbuttoned his buttons one by one.
Han Tingfeng’s gentle and restrained eyes revealed madness, infatuation, excitement, and a desire to be naked enough to make Jiang Zhao vomit.
“Jiang Zhao, do you want to do it with me?”
He tried to R—– him?! Fuck.