Chapter 58 His real name is Shen Cinian

Shen Cinian seemed a little helpless, but his tone was still gentle, and he didn't seem to be angry because of Fang Ke's loud voice.

"Do you want to hear an explanation?" Shen Cinian's hand was always tightly holding Fang Ke's hand, and he did not let go in front of Shen Lin.

If Chen Lin was really a lover, she wouldn't be holding his hand. Fang Ke pursed his lips lightly and said, "Then tell me."

This was already a remarkable improvement, she was actually able to calm down and listen to him. Shen Qinian pulled the person who was pursing his lips and making a fuss up a step, his tone becoming more helpless, "I apologize to you, I didn't mean to hide it from you for so long, I tell you, don't be angry with me"

Fang Ke still pursed his lips, but relaxed a little, "It depends on your performance."

"Well, I used a fake identity before I met you, right? There's no reason to be angry with me. I wasn't hiding anything from you. Be reasonable."

Fang Ke moved his fingers. Shen Qinian was still coaxing him, making him feel a little...

I like it a little bit.

"I'm not reasonable," but he continued to stretch out his claws to test Shen Cinian's bottom line, determined to see to what extent Shen Cinian could tolerate him.

"If you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me." Chen Qinian bent his eyebrows and smiled gently, "Then I'll coax you not to be angry with me and tell you my real name."

"Who cares to know?" Fang Ke gently scratched Chen Ci Nian's palm with his fingernails.

To be fair, it was a little itchy, like the brush of a puppy's tail.

On a whim, Shen Cinian actually stopped talking and stopped talking. He just smiled at the fluffy dog ​​head that was lowered beside him.

Fang Ke waited for a while, but didn't hear any answer, and felt a little annoyed.

You were trying to coax someone, why did you stop halfway?

He suddenly raised his head and saw Shen Qinian laughing. He was immediately certain that Shen Qinian was doing it on purpose. He was furious and grabbed the collar of Shen Qinian's black shirt and threatened viciously, "Hurry up and tell me!"

Chen Lin and the two big ghosts sat in a row, watching the show with bright eyes and perked up ears.

Emotions are replaceable, especially when humans lose their minds.

The God Lord is the God Lord, so powerful. With just two or three sentences, he changed the young master's anger from "hiding his identity" to "keeping the secret and not revealing his real name".

The young master is also very cute, and you won’t know when you were fooled.

But...it's not the young master's fault, it's just that the Lord God is too wise!

Shen Ci Nian was still laughing, “Then you are not angry with me.”

"Yeah." Actually, there's nothing to be angry about.

"Okay, remember my name. I'm only telling you my name now." Shen Cinian tapped Fang Ke's forehead gently. "Maybe this name will save you many times in the future."

"Bullshit," Fang Ke despised Shen Cinian's narcissistic behavior. He didn't believe a word Shen Cinian said.

Why only tell him? Are those three people at the table not human beings?

"Seriously," Chen Ci Nian said, withdrawing his hand indifferently. "Chen, Chen Ci Nian. Say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, year after year. It means - the old year is coming to an end and the new year is beginning."

"Student Fang Ke, the past will eventually fade away, and a new life will follow."

Fang Ke didn't say anything, but tentatively opened his arms for a hug - it was the first time he did such a thing in front of others, and to be honest, it was very embarrassing. He was stiff and nervous, ready to "beat Shen Cinian if he refused him" at any time.

But his preparations were destined to be of no use.

Shen Ci Nian placed his hand on his back and then held him firmly in his arms.

"Everyone in this family will hold you, anytime, anywhere, as long as you want."

Shen Cinian gestured for Fang Ke to raise his head from his arms.

Fang Ke glanced outwards and his gaze suddenly froze: he saw three people sitting in a row nodding their heads rapidly.

He was a little embarrassed, as if he really needed a hug! He protested quietly: "I don't want it."

"If you don't want it, then don't," Chen Cinian patted his back gently, "You still have to eat, right? You should have been hugged enough. If you hug me any longer, the chicken soup will get cold, and the only little girl in our family will be secretly sad..."

Mi Shimeng's face flushed instantly, "Sir, I'm not secretly sad..."

The moment Fang Ke heard Shen Cinian say "our family", he truly felt that something had changed.

The guest bedroom is different from the second bedroom.

"My home" and "our home" are also different.

From that moment on, he unexpectedly felt a long-lost sense of belonging. He felt...

This is his home.

"Oh," Fang Ke said in a muffled voice. He let go of Shen Cinian's waist, feeling a little reluctant, but then Shen Cinian held his hand again, and the unhappiness immediately disappeared.

Maybe because there were "guests" at home, the dishes on the table were particularly rich.

There was red date and wolfberry black chicken soup, crystal clear sugar cake, stir-fried bok choy, squirrel mandarin fish, and braised spare ribs. There were so many dishes, but Mi Shimeng actually said that there were potatoes and beef brisket stewed in the pot, and she would wait until they were softer before serving them.

Until Mi Shimeng said: "Young master is going home today, and the master specially went to the market to pick out black chicken and white phoenix."

Fang Ke suddenly realized that this table of food was prepared for him alone.

Even Shen Lin came back specifically for him: "Hello, young master, I am your housekeeper. I manage your finances and household affairs. We will see each other often in the future."

Never before has it received such attention.

How to say it, everyone in this family sincerely welcomes him home.

After working in the kitchen all day, Mi Shimeng prepared a large table of dishes.

Tang Baidu drove around the market for several days and bought the decorations for the second bedroom according to Shen Xinian's requirements. He also helped Shen Xinian install curtains and put up wallpaper for his room.

Chen Lin, who was always busy with his work, stayed up all night for several days just to make time to go home and have this welcoming dinner on this day.

What Fang Ke didn't know was that during his hospitalization, several people had visited him one after another, wanting to see when he would wake up and wanting someone to be with him and take care of him when he woke up.

Shen Cinian went straight to the hospital after arriving in City A from Tang County. He spent almost as much time in the hospital as Fang Ke did.

In addition, three other people came.

When Su Nan came, he looked very haggard. He didn't dare to look at Fang Ke or wait for the results of the operation. He almost fainted after just one look at the red light in the operating room. Shen Cinian helped him sit on the chair for a while, and then he left in a trance.

When he left, he was still muttering something about "collecting debts" and "paying back".

Later, I heard that Su Nan had gone to Fang's house. No one knew what he was doing there, but they only knew that Su Nan was covered in wounds when he was chased out by the bodyguards.

The remaining two were Wang Lingxin and Wang Xiaosheng. Wang Lingxin was crying bitterly outside the operating room, and Wang Xiaosheng also showed deep fatigue. He kept comforting his daughter and used a lot of effort to hold Wang Lingxin back, preventing his irrational daughter from rushing into the operating room.

Shen Cinian told Fang Ke all these things after dinner. Shen Cinian believed that Fang Ke had the right to know.

After listening to this, Fang Ke sat there for a long time.

"It's not that no one loves you. There are at least two people in this world who love you madly." Shen Qinian hugged Fang Ke and comforted him. "Although I don't love you as much as Wang Lingxin and Su Nan, I hope you are well just like them."

Fang Ke was still wondering whether "not in love" and "not in love that much" meant the same thing, but Chen Cinian's next words made him even more confused.

Shen Qinian said: "I hope you are well and do what you like."

The first moment his brain reacted, Fang Ke's first thought was: Shen Cinian must be a guiding dom.

Shen Cinian likes to see others become better under his gentle guidance.

Things I like...

What does he like? He likes smoking, drinking, seeking death and excitement, challenging rules and regulations, and everything that is unconventional.

But that was in the past.

Actually, he... he likes performing and likes sitting in a high place to play the guitar, but he doesn't want too many audiences. He wants to play for three or two people who understand him.

In fact, he enjoys the admiring gazes of others, just like when his mother was still alive, he was a college genius. He likes the feeling of others asking him questions or borrowing his homework to copy.

He will feel that he is not alone and that he is needed.

So what happened next? Why did things change?

Can I pick it up again now?

If possible, he would like to open "Pearl" all over the world and perform it in his taverns on a rotational basis.

He wanted this coordinate in the deep sea to provide shelter for more people like him.

How could the eyeballs that the clam took so long to produce be dead?

That is a pearl.

He hopes that one day when people mention him, they will no longer just think of rebellion.

He wanted people to say: "He is a great hero who has made great contributions to mankind. He is a talented singer, just like his queen mother."

Shen Lin looked at him silently, then turned and went out.

When he came back, he was holding a big cardboard box in his hands.

"I'm sorry, young master, for investigating you without your permission," he said, handing over the cardboard box. "This is my welcome gift. I congratulate you on breaking away from your past and integrating into your new family."

Fang Ke took the paper box, opened it, and was stunned.

Martin D-18E, the most expensive guitar in the world, was manufactured in 1959 in the old era. After thousands of years of baptism, it has almost become a myth.

The transaction price at the auction that year was US$6.01 million.

Fang Ke carefully took it out and stroked the guitar with his fingers as if it were a treasure.

Suddenly I wanted to improvise a song to dedicate to the suffering and the past, and to pay tribute to hope and the future.

Several people including Shen Cinian looked at him with encouragement, and Mi Shimeng's eyes were shining with anticipation.

Come on, then. He is not the shy or stage-frightened type, so he will treat this as a family concert and sing for his family.

He sat down at the dining table, the melody on his fingertips was gentle but firm, just like the person who had taken care of him from beginning to end.

"The north wind cuts the candlelight

Mother's eyes sank into the glacier

When the father's blade fell

I became a prisoner of rebellious blood

At the age of fourteen, I embarked on a mountain journey

Cigarette butts burn through every night

Offer chains to everyone

[Please tie up this mad dog of mine]

They say dom is a collar and warm porridge

Chasing the sound of the bell in the dust of 8,000 kilometers

The wind falling from the edge of a tall building

Test the weight of this knot for me

The monument of merit is engraved with curses

Strong liquor poured badge rusted

My soul fights from night to dawn

Can't exchange for half an inch of trusting eyes

Until you step over the snow of rumors

Hold my hanging hand

[New Year, farewell to the old year]

Knows how to confine better than any knot

The scarf you gave me was woven by Moonlight

Accompany me through the beginning of this fall

But the Epiphyllum has foreseen how it will wither

When the snow covers the road

Now I am on the road to rebirth

But I hear fate closing in

The spring sun in our palms

It was just a lie that bad luck would be relieved.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" After the song, Shen Ci Nian squinted his eyes and chuckled, "It's quite nice. I would like it better if you removed the last two paragraphs."

Fang Ke shrugged indifferently and jumped off the table.

At that time, no one could have expected that these casually written words would eventually become the prelude to an even more painful chapter in the future.

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