Rebirth of Huaijing

Zhou Huaijing annoyed Lu Yi last night, he was eaten from hair to toenails, his body was so weak that he woke up two hours later than usual the next morning.

He personally helped the Chinese teacher educate the children who failed the exam. Lu Yi tossed him until he cried and said no, and he stopped when he couldn't stand up. He felt very good.

Lu Yi filled the bathtub with water, then picked up Zhou Huaijing who was half-opened and drowsy, took off his clothes and put them in the warm water, adjusted his posture to let him soak, and then went to change the sheets and quilts hard.When he returned to the bathroom, he saw that there was no one there, and Lu Yixin strode over with a tight stride. Zhou Huaijing was soaked in the water, with black hair floating in the water like algae, and his exquisite appearance was as quiet as a woman in an ivory tower little Prince.

It's like... dead.

The "little prince" suddenly opened his eyes, looked at him through the water waves, and silently spit out a bubble.

Before Lu Yi lost his temper, Zhou Huaijing supported the edge of the bathtub and sat up with a splash from the water, his wet hair was stuck down like soaked chicken, looking really pitiful, desolate and innocent.

Lu Yi just sank to the bottom of the valley, as if his heart that had stopped beating had finally come to life, beating so fast that his chest was aching.He asked in a hoarse and painful voice, "Zhou Huaijing, what are you doing?"

It was the first time that Lu Yi called him by name and surname like this, Zhou Huaijing realized that he seemed to have done something bad, and murmured: "I want to wash my face by the way..."

Facing a lover who is lazy to a certain extent, Lu Yi: ...

Lu Yi rubbed his aching temples, suppressed a trace of subtle and inexplicable fear in his heart, rolled up his sleeves and pulled him up, and personally helped him squeeze out the shower gel, knead foam and rub it on his body.

Zhou Huaijing carefully peeked at him: "Second Uncle..."

Lu Yi let go of a tub of water, used the shower head to help him wash off the foam, and then grabbed an arm to rub the mud in the bath.

Zhou Huaijing kept silent, silently allowing him to move.

After Lu Yi finished rubbing, he helped him put on the shower gel.

Zhou Huaijing touched the corner of Lu Yi's mouth with foamy fingers, pulled it upwards, and pulled it out in an arc: "Second uncle laughs."

The corner of Lu Yi's mouth was covered with foam, and he smiled helplessly, without any seriousness: "No nonsense."

Seeing him smiling, Zhou Huaijing finally felt relieved.He looked at Lu Yi's face and asked, "Second Uncle, did I do something wrong?"

"No." Lu Yi flushed him, "Squat down and wash your hair for you."

"Oh." Zhou Huaijing squatted down, revealing her smooth back to him.

Lu Yi's eyes paused, Zhou Huaijing's obedient and trusting attitude was too tempting, especially when the scenery was so beautiful.Lu Yi shook his head, the scene in front of him suddenly blurred, distorted bit by bit, as if to tear the space in front of him.

"Second Uncle, my neck is so sore." Zhou Huaijing's sudden voice brought Lu Yan's consciousness back to reality.

Lu Yi regained consciousness immediately, lowered his eyes and helped him wash his hair.

After washing everything, Zhou Huaijing brushed his teeth wrapped in a bath towel, and then obediently went out to ask Lu Yi to dry his hair.

The clothes were already placed on the bedside, Lu Yi helped him wipe his hair, Zhou Huaijing took off the bath towel and put on his trousers without hesitation, so Lu Yi had to change positions constantly.After he put on his clothes cleanly, Lu Yi was sweating all over with the hair dryer.

Mr. Lin gave Zhou Huaijing a two-day vacation, which was actually two days after the match. He went to the scene to see if there were any opponents who needed attention, and simply let Zhou Huaijing go wild for two days. After the first round was over, he would discuss the next match. track.

Zhou Huaijing's mind was wild, and he probably wouldn't listen to it when he went to the scene.Rather than going out, he prefers to stay with Lu Yi and do his own things.

At lunch time, I went downstairs to the cafeteria, Lu Yi went to choose dishes, and Zhou Huaijing sat in his seat and waited.

"Hello." A soft voice came.

Zhou Huaijing raised her head, and there were two familiar girls standing in front of her. One of them was the person who participated in the competition yesterday, and the other was the strange girl who asked him to pick up the handkerchief. It was Duan Xiaofu who greeted her.

Zhou Huaijing lowered her head without interest, and covered the table with her hands, as if there was some treasure hidden inside.

Duan Linxia didn't want to come over at first, but Duan Xiaofu insisted on pulling her along. Now the situation is really not ordinary embarrassment.Duan Xiaofu lowered his head and asked tentatively: "Student Zhou, we are alumni, do you remember me?"

Zhou Huaijing ignored him.

A trace of malice flashed in Duan Xiaofu's eyes, and he asked in surprise and tenderness: "You really are a fool, aren't you?" Just after she finished speaking, she seemed to have said something wrong, so she quickly covered her mouth.

Duan Xiaofu heard a lot of news about Zhou Huaijing in school earlier. At first, because of his identity, there were a lot of rumors and gossips. Later, because of that performance, he became the support of most people in the school. object.Of course, there are also people who hate him. About his autism and low IQ, he has not attended several classes, and his test scores are close to the shameful scores of duck eggs. These mocking discussions have never stopped.

Duan Xiaofu never believed it, he was playing the piano on stage, he looked like a cool and elegant piano prince, how could he be a fool?

Until yesterday, Zhou Huaijing was like an idiot who couldn't understand her hints, and those too clean eyes... Duan Xiaofu suddenly felt ashamed to flirt with the blind.

Zhou Huaijing still didn't look up at her.

Duan Linxia frowned: "My mother is waiting there, can you go?"

Duan Xiaofu glanced at Zhou Huaijing unwillingly, and whispered in his ear: "Idiot." As he spoke, he saw something, and seemed to knock over a glass of water on the table unintentionally, splashing on Zhou Huaijing's wool On the clothes, the water was immediately absorbed by the absorbent clothes.

Zhou Huaijing withdrew his hand and sat there blankly, letting the water flow down the tablecloth and onto his pants.

"Why are you so careless?" Duan Xiaofu flusteredly pulled out tissues from the table and leaned against Zhou Huaijing to help him wipe his clothes. Zhou Huaijing let her touch him without any resistance, and suddenly raised his hand to do it. made a strange move.

"What's going on?" Lu Yi followed the waiter with desserts and seafood on the tray.

Duan Xiaofu gave a short cry as if frightened, then slowly brushed the hair on the side of the ear, raised his head with his fair neck exposed, and said with a slightly red face: "Hello, I am an alumnus of Huaijing, I saw him alone Someone sat here and came over to say hello to him, but Huaijing accidentally spilled the water." She looked at Zhou Huaijing sympathetically, "It's so cold, Huaijing should go back and change quickly. I'll invite you all together later. Have a meal as an apology for not taking good care of her."

Duan Linxia stared at the back of her head: ...I've never seen such a shameless person, how hot my ears are.

Lu Yi gave her a cold and sharp look, and even glanced at Duan Linxia.Duan Linxia was scratched by his gaze like ice skates, her heart almost stopped beating, she lowered her head and dared not speak.That glance was like looking at a dead person, and Duan Xiaofu's appropriate smile on his lips was immediately frozen.

Lu Yi's cold eyes made Duan Xiaofu timid, he walked away from Zhou Huaijing in a panic, and when Lu Yi walked to Zhou Huaijing's place, he hurriedly left Duan Linxia and left.

"Huaijing, are you hot?" Lu Yi reached out his hand to touch his wet clothes, and the water could be squeezed out with just one touch, and it must be uncomfortable to wear.

Zhou Huaijing looked up at him and complained, "Second Uncle, that man called me an idiot just now."

Lu Yi's eyes turned cold, he rubbed his head and said, "Huaijing is a genius, not an idiot."

Zhou Huaijing dimpled with a smile: "I know, so I threw the fly I caught into her back neckline." Flies are too rare in winter, probably because the room temperature in the hotel is too warm.Zhou Huaijing sat down and found a dying fly lying weakly on the table, his eyes were immediately attracted.

Lu Yi: "...Baby, it's time for you to wash your hands."

Duan Linxia, ​​who was still standing there and didn't leave, planned to stay and make amends: ...

Lu Yi took Zhou Huaijing to wash his hands, took another look at Duan Linxia and left.Duan Linxia stood there for a few seconds, and the waiter came to change the tablecloth before she walked away.

Duan Xiaofu is out of her mind, why is she apologizing?

When she went back to join her mother, seeing Duan Xiaofu's stiff smile and constantly shifting his position, Duan Linxia was overjoyed.

"Xiao Fu, where is your etiquette? Can you sit and eat well?" Duan Linxia sat next to her mother, showing a standard eight-tooth smile.

Just as Duan Xiaofu was about to refute, a boy from her domestic counterpart came over to say hello, and she immediately sat up straight and put on a proper smile.Duan Linxia glanced at her tightly clenched hands without any trace, and warmly invited the boy to stay and have dinner together.

This was really the day when she came to country M to eat the most delicious food and the air was the freshest.

Zhou Huaijing and Lu Yi washed their hands and went upstairs to change their clothes, and then went downstairs to eat again.After returning to the room, Ali delivered some documents, while Zhou Huaijing sat cross-legged by the French window and fiddled with the music scores.

The melodious waltz tune seems to be spinning with the mist of coffee, the sun is shining in the room, Lu Yi looks up at Zhou Huaijing from time to time behind the mahogany tabletop, and the time is quiet for a while.

When the doorbell rang, Lu Yi went to open the door, and a man with artist shoulder-length curly hair stood there, and an interpreter stood beside him, explaining the purpose of the curly-haired man.He is a professor at the Cotton School of Music. After watching the competition yesterday, he hoped that Zhou Huaijing would come to the school. They are willing to provide him with a tuition-free high scholarship and special teaching for individuals. At the same time, the famous pianist Chalmer Si is willing to accept him as a student.

The Kirton Conservatory of Music is the number one conservatory in the world. It enrolls 300 students every year, and about one-third of them will be wiped out during the period. In the end, there are only about 200 graduates.Founded in the 15th century, the academy initially trained musicians for courts and churches. Two centuries later, it was renamed the Royal Academy of Music and began to attract many music-loving students across Europe. In the 20th century, the original school site was destroyed by war, and it was later rebuilt to commemorate the famous 19th-century Jewish pianist Cotton, and it was renamed Cotton Conservatory of Music.The college has a history of hundreds of years, and many musicians have graduated here from ancient times to the present, including Mr. Lin Zhilao who also studied here.

This person came with a clear purpose, and obviously did his homework. He knew a thing or two about Zhou Huaijing's situation, and the conditions he proposed were quite generous. If it was someone else, he might have agreed right away.

Lu Yi looked around the two of them, and when he found this place, it seemed that he had already greeted Mr. Lin.He stepped aside and let the two of them enter the house.

Zhou Huaijing noticed that someone had come in, and immediately raised his head to look over, only to see a well-dressed blond man looking at him excitedly, walking over as if he wanted to hug him and say hello.

Zhou Huaijing frowned and shouted, "You can't come here."

The man couldn't understand Chinese and kept walking. Fortunately, he stopped in time when he heard Zhou Huaijing's resisting tone and the papers all over the floor.His eyes flicked across the strange symbols, and he asked something. The translator was about to speak, but Lu Yi had already answered the conversation in M ​​language.

"These are his scores." Lu Yi said, "No one can touch them without consent except me."

Zhou Huaijing's original words: Second Uncle, every piece of music here is my child, Second Uncle is their grandfather, no one can touch them casually except us...

Lu Yi said at the time: ...

The man looks at the sheet music excitedly, then realizes he can't understand a single sheet.

Born in a family of musicians, he has been exposed to music scores since he was a child. He was admitted to Cotton with excellent grades and gave a speech as an outstanding graduate representative. Now a well-known professor at the Cotton School of Music looked at the score and said:  …

The professor introduced himself to Zhou Huaijing. Since Lu Yi was born, the translator was robbed of his job.

"He's Tom, a teacher at the Cotton School of Music." Lu Yi said.

Zhou Huaijing looked at the man.He had a vague impression of Cotton, and it took him a while to realize that Master was a graduate of this school, and he finally responded: "Oh..."

Seeing that he was not interested, the professor said something to Lu Yi, asking him to help introduce the situation of the school and ask for his opinion.

Lu Yi acted as an interpreter in a serious manner: "Baby, there are only 300 admission notices for Cotton Conservatory of Music in the world every year. He wants to send you one now. Do you want it?"

Zhou Huaijing frowned: "Why should I become one in [-]?"

When Lu Yi conveyed his meaning, the professor thought that he was dissatisfied that his specialness had been erased, and immediately scratched his head, trying to express that he would be one of the most special students in the college, not because of autism, of course, but because of his musical talent.What's more, Chalmers will be his direct teacher.

It is an unattainable dream for most musicians to have the world's top music masters who will be included in music textbooks as teachers. Even most students of the Kirton School of Music have only listened to a few classes .

It is a pity that Zhou Huaijing is not knowledgeable. He has listened to Chalmers' piano solo recordings. The works included include adaptations of Bach, Beethoven, and composers in the Romantic period. Passionate or depressing or romantic ramblings are very tasteful and show his connoisseur's refined taste.It's just that no matter how good Chalmers is, he's not as good as Lu Yi.

Zhou Huaijing turned his head away and asked, "Is there a second uncle there?"

The corners of Lu Yi's lips curled up, and he asked, "What if there is no one?"

Zhou Huaijing also smiled, with a pure and pure smile: "I will always follow my second uncle." From the previous life to this life, from this life to the next.

Lu Yi's smile overflowed the corners of his eyes, making the lonely mole of tears warm up.

After the professor and the translator were invited out, they looked at each other in blank dismay.

Professor Tom could only contact Mr. Lin, hoping that he would persuade students to study in Cotton. It would be a pity if such a good seed was lost in the crowd.

When Lin Zhi received the call, he was silent for a long time, and only said that he would do his best.He has already seen through his apprentice's dependence on that brat Lu Yi, not to mention the two countries are separated by thousands of mountains and thousands of rivers, even if it is a house with two rooms, sometimes they even refuse to practice the piano obediently , All thinking about being lazy to find each other.

After hanging up the phone, Professor Tom thought about it and called Chalmers again.

Chalmers is a stubborn old man. Although the music style is changeable and inclusive, but if someone criticizes his work at will, he doesn't care about his demeanor. He points his nose and insists on scolding the other party. According to him, If he scolds others, he will be blamed for not being a celebrity, but if he keeps silent, others will only think that what he said is right. Compared with demeanor, works are the most sacred and unsullied existence.

After learning that the college was trying to get him a free Asian student, Chalmers had already rang the phone number in the principal's office and cursed countless idiots.

When his old friend Tom called, Chalmers thought it was a call from the principal's office, and shouted viciously: "Jerry, if you don't give up your stupid enrollment plan, I will resign next month! Please, please With a head full of dihydrogen monoxide, don't forget to settle this month's salary for me, not a penny less!"

Tom: "...it's me, old friend."

Chalmers held up the phone, his angry balloon was suddenly punctured, and he lost all strength, and sat down on the chair: "Tom, what do you want me for?"

"I think you should know that the college plans to recruit a student for you." Tom said.

"Oh, I actually forgot, you are the damn executor. So, you are the lobbyist who came to convince me to obey the arrangement?" Chalmers mocked.

"No, of course not. In fact, we have been friends for many years. I know that you are looking for a successor who is extremely talented and capable of being your successor."

Chalmers couldn't help but began to mock again: "Of course you remember. When you said this ten years ago, you stuffed me with a music idiot from the Miller family. It's only because I was too young to believe you if."

Tom coughed in embarrassment: "But you have to admit that Phil is not only cute, but also talented. Although he has only studied piano for ten years, he has almost no rivals among young people." Blaming Chalmers, the old pervert, almost taught Phil to be a little pervert.

Chalmers managed to find a little comfort when he thought of his lover's almost similar hobbies.But he firmly refused to admit that it was Tom's vision, but that he had a pair of miraculous hands that polished Phil from rough jade into a beautiful jade.

"What I want to tell you is that your apprentice met a formidable opponent in this piano competition." Tom said.

Chalmers couldn't help frowning two cold eyebrows.

"If you are interested, then go to the scene of the next game to see it." Tom made a fool of himself and quickly hung up the phone.He was sure that, according to Chalmers's ego, it would definitely interest him.If he is interested in an oriental boy, then he will come forward to ask the other party to stay in person at that time, and the possibility of success will be greatly increased than if he is an intermediate lobbyist.