Bi Ying was a little surprised. "Your husband came to me specifically to ask for help with your exam preparation. Do you have any concerns? You can talk to me."

Cen Yue never mentioned his mother to anyone.

Everyone thought he had no feelings for his mother. After all, Xu Lingzhen died when he was born.

But Bi Ying knew that Cen Yue was very upset about it and had never let it go.

She was afraid that Song Yiyi didn't want to join the art troupe because of Cen Yue.

When Xu Lingzhen and Cen Anguo fell out, Bi Ying had just started to remember things, and her mother was indignant on behalf of her best friend for a long time.

Later, Aunt Xu passed away. My mother cried every day and even impulsively wanted to seek justice for Aunt Xu.

Finally, my father persuaded me to stop.

When she grew up a little, her mother would always take her to secretly visit Aunt Xu's son.

The little dumpling was born cold.

Perhaps it was because he was raised by Cen Anguo's rural relatives and lacked care since childhood, so he hardly cried.

Bi Ying was the only daughter in the family. At that time, her mother told her that she hoped she could treat Aunt Xu's son as her own brother.

She showed great interest in piano since she was a child.

The enlightenment teacher was Xu Lingzhen.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Xu Lingzhen has made Bi Ying what she is today.

Xu Lingzhen was my mother's best friend and also her mentor.

Bi Ying naturally agreed.

Later, when Cen Yue grew up a little, he would secretly come to Bi's house to find her.

He himself suggested that he wanted to learn piano.

Whenever I have free time, I sneak over here to practice.

Perhaps because Xu Lingzhen often used piano music for prenatal education, or perhaps the child was just like his mother, Cen Yue was gifted.

Only when sitting in front of the piano would a faint smile appear on the little child's face, which usually showed no emotion.

He tried to hide it, but was eventually discovered by Cen Anguo.

Cen Anguo questioned him: "Why are you learning those useless things?!"

Cen Yue said that he wanted to learn piano and become a pianist when he grew up, and did not want to listen to his father and join the army.

He said he didn't like being a soldier at all.

Cen Anguo was furious, thinking that the kid was saying these things on purpose to anger him.

The Bi family must have said something to Cen Yue behind his back.

At that time, Cen Yue would not change his mind. No matter how Cen Anguo threatened or tempted him, he remained stubborn.

In order to make him remember his lesson, Cen Anguo used the family rules prepared just for him.

Cen Yue was beaten to a pulp, his skin torn and bloody, but he still stubbornly bit his lips and said nothing.

Later he fainted, and it was the Bi family who found a doctor.

Bi's mother stood in front of Cen Yue, her eyes red as she yelled, "Cen Anguo, aren't you afraid that Ling Zhen will come looking for you?"

Cen Anguo then threw away the whip, turned around and left without even looking at Cen Yue.

The doctor said that Cen Yue would need to rest for at least a month to recover from his injuries.

During those days, Cen Yue had difficulty getting out of bed and couldn't even turn over in his sleep.

Cen Anguo thought he would be honest.

No one was watching him.

Who would have thought that after just one week, Cen Yue would sneak out again.

It was little Cenyue who knelt in front of Bi's mother and begged her to tell him about Xu Lingzhen.

At first, Bi's mother felt that the grudges of the previous generation should not involve the children.

To tell him would be to make him live with hatred.

The person he hated was his father.

It shouldn't be like this.

Xu Lingzhen certainly doesn't want to do that either.

However, the child was very stubborn and insisted on knowing the truth, kneeling stubbornly and refusing to get up.

Bi's mother finally compromised.

When he explained to Cen Yue what had happened bit by bit, Cen Yue listened carefully the whole time without any emotional fluctuation on his face.

Bi's mother watched him leave, thinking that he was still young and had not experienced it personally.

As a result, something big happened the next day.

Song Yiyi held Bi Ying's hand, and couldn't help but tighten her arms when she heard this.

Bi Ying smiled and said, "I'm telling you this because I want to tell you that you don't have to be afraid of following their old path. Cen Yue is not Cen Anguo, and you are not Aunt Xu."

"Yiyi, Cen Yue will respect your choice. If you want to take the exam, come to me anytime."

"You don't have to put yourself in a difficult position for him."

The show will begin soon.

Cen Yue was sitting next to Song Yiyi, and she would steal a glance at him from time to time.

When she looked at him for the fifth time, Cen Yue stretched out his arm, pulled her hand over and slowly held it in his palm.

Song Yiyi subconsciously looked around, trying to break free.

"Cen Yue, please let go. This is in public and will have a bad influence."

Song Yiyi's little outburst was useless.

Cen Yue's fingers slid into her fingers little by little, and slowly turned into a tight clasp of fingers.

He slowly lowered his head and moved closer to Song Yiyi, his lips curled in a charming smile, and his tone was very lazy.

"Don't be afraid, you can't see it."

Who knows, among so many pairs of eyes, there will always be one that is as bright as daylight.

Just this smile of his has attracted the attention of people within three meters around him.

Everyone's eyes almost popped out of their heads in shock.

Song Yiyi didn't dare to move too much, as that would attract more attention.

She could only pretend nothing happened and use her other hand to try to cover their clasped hands.

Cen Yue didn't move and let her do what she wanted.

The slender fingertips gently stroked the back of Song Yiyi's hand.

After the host’s announcement, the opening performance was a song and dance with the theme of “Celebrating the 12th National Congress”.

Song Yiyi took a look and then started to lose focus.

Cen Yue's hands are really suitable for playing the piano, with long and symmetrical finger bones.

Too many scars, unfortunately.

Cen Yue quickly came over again, and his clear voice rang softly beside his ear: "What are you thinking about?"

Song Yiyi glanced at him and said, "The representative said that since the establishment of the military unit, the situation of selecting a team has only occurred twice. Do you know who it was?"

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