Woke Up, the Actor Picked Up the Cub

Wei Ruqiu was taken aback by his actions, and quickly got up to hug him back, and apologized to Qin Ke.

Qin Ke stood up, and Wei Zhizhi watched him leave. Wei Ruqiu hugged Wei Zhizhi, a little strange: "Zhizhi, you can't do such rude things."

Wei Zhizhi nodded as if he did not understand.

The Lin family had no real heir. Once Lin Hong fell, the Lin family broke up, and Qin Ke didn't spend much energy. He took glutinous rice **** to see Duan Congzhi.

They come every week.

The weather was very cold, and the glutinous rice **** were lying in front of the cold tombstone. Qin Ke touched Duan Congzhi's photo. It was cold.

Wei Zhizhi has started to learn piano. The teacher said he is very talented. Whether it is true or not, his mother always wants to give his children the best. Wei Ruqiu asked Qin Ke if he could help him get the invitation letter from his teacher.

Mr. Smith no longer holds large-scale concerts publicly, but occasionally organizes a concert with a small audience of no more than 30 people.

They don't even need to be in the concert hall, but on the grass in any piano room. He said that music should return to life.

The time and location of his concert are uncertain, and it is not easy to participate, but for Qin Ke it is just a sentence.

Duan Congzhi's obituary was not sent to the old gentleman. After Qin Ke gave the invitation letter, Mr. Smith called and asked Qin Ke: "Is this kid Dan's student?"

He wanted to call Duan, but he couldn't call it clearly, so he called Duan Cong's "dan". Just like Duan Congyi started to speak poor English, and communicated with him in Chinese, and he was called Teacher Shi.

They taught the two chickens and the same duck. Duan Congzhi broke down every day, but Mr. Smith liked this student very much and believed that true art would not be blocked by language. Duan Congzhi made up his mind from that time on. Learn English.

Qin Ke touched the frame on the table.

"Why do you say that?"

"He played the clip I taught Dan."

"You know, Dan is great. It was a short section I played casually. He actually remembered it, even I had forgotten it. If it hadn't been for this kid to wake up my memory."

Qin Ke's fingertips paused slightly, and his gaze stayed on Congzhi's face in the middle of the frame. Congzhi had never seen Wei Zhizhi.

Why would he know.

Qin Ke said: "Congzhi has passed away."

Mr. Smith was very surprised, and then expressed his regret. His current music concept is due to Duan Congzhi. He always yearns for the grass outside and asked him many times: "Why do we play the piano in the house? You said that music is pleasant, but I want to go out and play now."

Qin Ke said, "I would like to invite you to play the last piece for him."

Mr. Smith agreed.

"You can bring your new disciple."

Mr. Smith actually did not accept Wei Zhizhi, but he had already determined that Wei Zhizhi was a student of Duan Congzhi, and Qin Ke said so, he simply accepted it. What he didn’t say to Qin Ke was that the child did not have any music. Duan Congzhi's talent, he can't distinguish different notes after hearing it once.

He took Wei Zhizhi to Qin's house with him.

Qin Ke was waiting for them in the piano room, Mr. Smith was playing, Qin Ke was listening, and Wei Zhizhi looked at him curiously.

After the performance, he called to Uncle Qin, and Qin Ke said, "You come to play."

He gave Wei Zhizhi a piano score, and Wei Zhizhi said in embarrassment, "I don't know it yet."

He has just started to learn.

"Play it casually."

Few people would not listen to Qin Ke's words. Wei Zhizhi could barely read the score. He stumbled and played according to the score, looking up at Qin Ke from time to time.

Qin Ke was not looking at him.

It wasn't him, Congzhi wouldn't be like this, Congzhi wouldn't care about him carefully, even when he first came to Qin's house, he was not like this.

If it was Congzhi, he would just press the keys at will, regardless of the score.

Qin Ke closed his eyes, and when Wei Zhizhi finished playing, he stood up: "Thank you."

Wei Zhi knows why Uncle Qin said thank you to him. He didn't play well and was a little embarrassed. Qin Ke nodded slightly and then left the piano room.

Ying Xiaozhong didn't know why San Ye asked him to bring the children. He only brought dogs. He thought sadly, and he didn't know whether children were afraid of dogs.

Wei Zhi knew that he was afraid of dogs, but Ying Xiaozhong gave him the Frisbee and asked him to play with the dumplings. This was the third master's account.

When Wei Zhizhi threw the frisbee, Ying Xiaozhong was stunned. Most people threw the frisbee far away. Only Duan Shao liked to throw it at a high place. So did Wei Zhizhi, although he did not throw it too high and did not look like it. Duan Shao took it in his hand and teased the dumpling.

The glutinous rice **** jumped up to hold the frisbee and kept running over here. When it came, Wei Zhizhi took a few steps back and tripped over himself and sat on the ground.

He put his hands behind him and looked at the glutinous rice **** nervously. The glutinous rice **** tilted his head to look at him, seeming to be puzzled.

Ying Xiaozhong went to help him, turned around and found that the third master was also there. Qin Ke took the Frisbee in the glutinous rice **** and said to Xiaozhong, "Take him back."

Wei Zhizhi stayed in Qin's house for only one day and then went back. He thought this uncle was a little strange. He asked him to play the piano and let him play with the big dog, but he still felt very kind.

After that, Wei Zhizhi often received gifts from Uncle Qin.

Qin Ke took Tangyuan to the cemetery.

"is it him?"

Tang Yuan didn't understand what he was talking about. It rubbed the tombstone with nostalgia, and lay down in front of the tombstone. Qin Ke touched his head and said nothing.

Qin Ke began to read psychology-related books and frequently conducted psychological consultations, but his doubts could not be solved by psychology.

He began to study religious theology again, and even met with many experts in religious circles to talk with professors of religious studies. Gradually, it was heard from the outside that San Ye had been indestructible for many years and was finally about to escape into the empty door.

This is not right. Before Duan Congzhi left, it was normal for them to say this. But after Duan Congzhi left, no one didn't know Qin Ke's feelings for him. Even if he wanted to escape into the empty door, it shouldn't be the same.

Qin Ke stared at the corner of the study room in a daze, and suddenly realized that the sofa there was gone.

Uncle Ying is no longer in Qin's house, and the new Tao steward in the family treats him respectfully. He knows how powerful the third master is, but since entering the Qin's house, he has never seen the third master angry, and gradually relieved his heart.

The first time he saw such Qin Ke, Qin Ke was calm no matter what. Now, he rarely suppressed his anger: "Where is the sofa."

Steward Tao was unclear, so he asked carefully: "San Ye mean?"

"The sofa in the study."

Steward Tao is inexplicable, is there a sofa in the study? Even he rarely enters the study, let alone other people, only cleaning servants will go in, but no one will move anything in the study, let alone a large piece like a sofa.

Mr. Tao is even more puzzled. Judging from his experience of entering the study several times, he has never seen a sofa.

Steward Tao hesitated and said, "I have never seen a sofa in the study."

According to the furnishing style of the study, a sofa in that corner is a violation.

The sofa disappeared.

Not only the sofa, Qin Ke went to Duan Congzhi's bedroom, and the traces belonging to him disappeared. This seemed to be just an ordinary room.

Qin Ke did several mental evaluations. Except for a doctor who said he might be a little anxious, everyone told him that he was healthy.

He is healthy? Qin Ke walked to the white building with a cold face, opened the ancestral hall, and took out the genealogy confessed in it. There was nothing next to his name.

Duan Congzhi's name disappeared.

The traces of Duan Congzhi's existence are disappearing, except for the one in the study that he looks at every day.

When Cheng Yu reported the itinerary to Qin Ke, Qin Ke said: "Tomorrow is..."

Cheng Yu waited for the following, Qin Ke paused before saying: "Tomorrow is Congzhi's birthday."

The name suddenly became unfamiliar, and he subconsciously paused and confirmed that what he wanted to say was indeed the name.

Qin Ke didn't look good, and Cheng Yu thought it was because he had forgotten Duan Shao's birthday.

Indeed, when Shao Duan was there, San Ye would hold a birthday banquet for him at home. Now even if he is not there, it is normal to have a long life.

Cheng Yu was just strange, how could he forget such an important thing.

When Duan Shao was there, they couldn't see San Ye's mind, but no one didn't know after they left. They are always feeling, how can anyone hide their feelings so deeply.

Cheng Yu didn't dare to ask Qin Ke during his wedding, he didn't even dare to ask for his wedding leave, but he asked for personal leave. Fortunately, Qin Ke didn't ask.

When Duan Shao just left, he watched Mr. Qin change his will, thinking that Mr. Qin would go with him, but fortunately he didn't. He thought about it, and added it to the memo.

When Qin Ke went to the martial arts hall, Duan Yun didn't let him in with a cold face. Qin Ke saw Lin Zhihe inside the door. Their eyes crossed for a moment, and Qin Ke knew who he was.

Qin Ke left the martial arts hall and went to East Street. Duan's father was a little more sensible, that is, he didn't turn people away, nor did he accept what Qin Ke sent.

Qin Ke didn't have any emotions, they still remember Congzhi.

But human memory is the most unreliable thing. It does not require any external force. It only takes time, and time can tamper with memory.

Qin Ke didn't have the habit of writing a diary before, but now he has it, but it is of no use.

The diary will also disappear.

Qin Ke confirmed that there is no problem with his spirit, this is not his illusion.

There seems to be something in this world that prevents Congzhi from being, or some power is constantly erasing the traces of his existence.

Qin Ke thought of Duan Congzhi's tomb. He should open it and take a look. Maybe it was already empty inside, but Qin Ke flinched for the first time.

Every day's diary will disappear, Qin Ke does not know when this photo will disappear. He began to practice drawing, drawing Duan Congzhi again and again.

If one day, there are no more traces of Duan Congzhi in this world, then he will create everything.

But if, even he has forgotten him.

Qin Ke paused with the tip of his pen, and it took ten minutes to remember that his name was Duan Congzhi.

The person in the painting is called Duan Congzhi.

He put down the pen indifferently and took out an exquisite wooden box, which contained Duan Congzhi's wrist guard and four narrow blades that had been wrapped around his wrist.

Qin Ke picked up one piece and randomly stroked it on his wrist.

The blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, but it was extremely sharp, shining with silver light under the light, and there was no blood stain on the wrist when it was swiped.

Qin Ke gradually remembered how they were flying up and down in Duan Cong's hands.

The blood dripped on the notebook, one drop, two drops, three drops...swivel and converge into a small depression, staining the white pages and the portrait of Duan Congzhi on the pages.

The wound was not deep enough to require first aid, but Qin Ke didn't seem to feel the pain, watching the blood drop on the paper indifferently.

Forget the pain of Duan Congzhi, it is thousands of times heavier than this.

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