I'm not going to be the kid in the story of a husband abandoning his daughter.

Kyocera had noticed it a long time ago. The village chief, who thought he was hiding well, rubbed Yan Yue's head and said, "Yes, he should come to pick us up."

Yan Yue: "Oh."

That's strange, why haven't you come yet?

Driver Fu, who arrived in another car, answered the phone and came back with a small cardboard box filled with books.

In less than ten minutes, the other two groups of guests arrived.

Fu Guanqing, Song Kaiyi, Pang Zhuohua and Tang Yuji came in the same car.

As soon as Song Kaiyi got out of the car, he was carried away by Yan Qiujin. His eyes widened, his face flushed instantly, and he stammered, "Yan...Aunt Yan?"

"Take pictures, take pictures." She carried Song Kaiyi under the tree.

Fu Guanqing's mouth twitched. Is this brat so popular?

Gu Mo and Yan Qiujin were taking classic photos. On Kyocera's side, she said something to the cameraman, avoided the camera and went to find driver Fu.

Yan Yue followed closely beside him.

"Miss, here are books and the roses that just arrived." Driver Fu took out another small wooden box that was already packed.

It is packed in a wooden box at the bottom and transparent glass on the top. You can see a rose that looks like it is about to wither but is still in bud.

Butler Mu has always been prudent in his work.

"Uncle Fu, thank Grandpa Mu for me." Kyocera politely took the cardboard box and temporarily placed the wooden box with Driver Fu.

She turned around to look at Tang Yuji, and waved when she saw him looking at her.

Tang Yuji was stunned for a moment, then walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The book for you."

"Mine?" Tang Yuji looked at the small paper box in her hand and reached out to take it hesitantly. It wasn't very heavy, so it should be just a book.

Kyocera nodded, his brows calm: "Open it and take a look."

A thought flashed through Tang Yuji's mind. He lowered his head. The express delivery note and tape on the carton had been torn off. He just needed to open it gently.

Inside was a Russian book, exactly like the one Kyocera used to carry!

He looked up at Kyocera in shock.

This Russian book is actually a novel. The content is not very serious, but it is still one in a hundred. Precisely because of its non-seriousness, it is printed in very small quantities, and it cannot even be printed privately. There are only a hundred copies in total.

He didn't expect Kyocera to just... give him such a precious book so casually?!

Tang Yuji lowered his head a little embarrassedly, his face slightly red. "This book is hard to buy. Thank you for giving it to me, but I can't accept it. It's too expensive."

He spoke like a mature man.

Kyocera looked unconcerned, "It's okay, I don't need an extra copy."

Tang Yuji: "..."

His gentle temperament suddenly dissipated, and he hesitated: "Really... give it to me?"

Kyocera raised her head, just now meeting his gaze, and asked directly, "Don't you like it?"

"like!"

It was completely insincere to say that he didn't like the book. He was still a little dazed. How could he have gotten the book just like that?

"That's fine."

After hearing these three words, Tang Yuji came back to his senses a little, looked at Kyocera with a little more respect, and wondered in his heart how much money he would need to pay it back.

The young boy calculated in his mind how many years it would take before he could start working.

^

Tutoring institution.

After Jing Siyu was persuaded to withdraw from the program, Jing Xixi went to cram school during the holidays.

Her violin playing is more proficient than before, and she can barely play a piece of medium difficulty completely. She has been practicing constantly recently.

and……

Jing Xixi found that teacher Hong Ling from the cram school seemed to pay special attention to her.

It was common for her to be given backdoors, and she would often be told some knowledge that other students did not know in advance. She accepted it with peace of mind and did not tell anyone.

It was the same today. She was not very good at playing a piece of music and wanted to ask someone about it.

In the morning, Jing Xixi took her newly bought violin to Hong Ling's lounge. Just as she was about to knock on the door, she heard Jing Siyu's voice from inside.

"Are Kyocera's violin grades good?"

The door wasn't closed tightly and the soundproofing was average, so she could probably hear what was being said.

Inside the room, Hong Ling smiled coldly: "Her? Not even as good as Xixi."

Jing Siyu held the teacup in her hand. She was not surprised by the answer and asked calmly, "Will Xixi be able to get a place in this violin competition?"

Hong Ling was still thinking about how to kick Jingci out of the cram school. Hearing this, she frowned and shook her head, "Not necessarily. Although she has talent, she started too late. Ju Susu from the same class is probably the first again."

"If I remember correctly, she's Kyocera's good friend?"

Hong Ling said "hmm" speechlessly, "I don't know what Ju Susu is thinking."

Jing Siyu pursed her lips and said nothing.

Outside the door, Jing Xixi lowered her head, her hands clenched tightly, preparing to come back in the afternoon. She was about to turn around -

"Xixi is your daughter. Can't you think of a way to improve her ranking?"

boom!

The familiar voice entered her ears, like a bolt from the blue, shattering her remaining sanity and causing her pupils to dilate.

"Of course not. Although I hope Xixi can get a place, if she is discovered, she will be disqualified from the competition for life."

"so……"

Jing Xixi didn't hear a word of the conversation that followed. She didn't know how she walked back to the classroom, her mind was full of that sentence.

Xixi is your daughter...

How could she be Hong Ling's daughter, the daughter of a cram school teacher!

^

As for the road guide, he had just finished a meal with the staff of Guoguo TV, drank some wine, and leaned against the back seat of the car with his eyes closed to rest.

Next to her, the young assistant had hardly drunk anything. She took the phone back from the driver and took a look. There were several missed calls.

It might be something about work, so she asked in a low voice.

"Director Lu, this is Assistant Bingxuan calling. Do you want me to call you back?"

The guide didn't open his eyes and just said "hmm".

The assistant immediately called Bingxuan back. After a while, the call was connected. After a few words from the other end, her eyes became a little cold.

"Okay, I see."

Noticing that her tone was not right, Director Lu raised his eyelids and asked, "What's going on?"

The assistant's face was not very good, and she was a little angry: "Bingxuan said she won't come."

He relies on his fame to come when he wants and not come when he wants. What kind of person is that?! Isn't this just putting the entire director team on the spot?!

Hearing this, Director Lu smiled and said, "It's just as well that you don't come. It will save you from trouble."

He paused for a moment and then asked, "Miss Jing, are you having lunch at this time?"

"No." The assistant recovered and flipped through the message from Deputy Director Du, saying, "She's gone out with her bodyguards again."

Going out again?

Director Lu seemed to be lost in thought and couldn't fall asleep.

^

at the same time.

Yanshan Village, next to Grandpa Hu’s fish pond on the mountain.

Kyocera is still watching Hu Meng paint, an oil painting of a weeping willow tree.

Hu Meng stopped painting halfway through and lowered his head to mix the paint.

Still silent, a faint aura of death emanated from his body.

But it seemed a little less than the first time we met.