The Dark Side of the Piano Boy (6)

"If you don't want anything, forget it."

Is it possible that as a mother, she has to deliberately please her son?

Lu Ya said this coldly and didn't say anything else to Lu Zhiran.

He just turned his head and said to Jiang Ye, "I have something else to do at the company, so I'll go there first. Teacher Jiang, you stay at home and teach him well."

After saying that, Lu Ya took her bag, changed her shoes, and went out without saying a word.

Only Jiang Ye and Lu Zhiran were left at home.

Jiang Ye was sighing in his heart, thinking that perhaps he had spent more time with Lu Zhiran than Lu Ya, the mother.

Lu Zhiran was used to Lu Ya's leaving. He raised his head and looked at Jiang Ye, with a hint of joy in his voice.

"Teacher Jiang, you don't have to leave me."

The boy's eyebrows and eyes are delicate and beautiful, as clean as unpolluted water.

Jiang Ye's gloomy mood was swept away. Fortunately, although Lu Ya's education was so bad, Lu Zhiran never showed any dark side.

Given Lu Zhiran's current condition, he shouldn't have developed into a murderer.

Jiang Ye smiled and said generously, "Because you performed very well and won the championship."

Speaking of this, Lu Zhiran's expression froze. He looked at Jiang Ye motionlessly and suddenly spoke,

"Jiang Ye, thank you."

Sometimes, Lu Zhiran didn't like calling Jiang Ye teacher.

It seems that he doesn't like the obvious difference in status between the two people, which makes it seem like the two people are very far apart.

Jiang Ye asked, not understanding why, "Thank me for what?"

Lu Zhiran stared at Jiang Ye. His dark and delicate pupils were as beautiful as black gemstones, with a faint glow. He said seriously,

"Thank you for helping me get the championship back."

When Lu Zhiran, who was still young, faced injustice last night, he never thought of confronting the judges.

But Jiang Ye did just that.

Jiang Ye couldn't help but laugh, and said three words lovingly, "Silly child."

As he spoke, Jiang Ye reached out his hand out of habit and touched Lu Zhiran's hair.

"This is an honor that belongs to you. Even if you don't want it, the teacher will get it back for you."

The white and clean fingertips gently stroked Lu Zhiran's soft black hair, as gently as stroking the fur of a kitten or puppy, and even his eyes couldn't help but soften.

Jiang Ye felt heavy in his heart when he thought about how Lu Zhiran almost suffered a loss this time.

If Zhou Ningning hadn't suddenly felt guilty, if he hadn't gone to find the judges, things would have been more difficult to handle.

In order to prevent Lu Zhiran from suffering losses in the future, Jiang Ye took advantage of this incident to give him a serious lecture.

"You must do your best to fight for what belongs to you and never let it go, understand?"

——Don’t let go of things that belong to you, understand?

Jiang Ye probably could not have imagined that it was this sentence that made Lu Zhiran, after he grew up, so stubbornly and unconditionally rely on him, saying with a clear conscience that he belonged to him and he would never let go even if he died.

The scary thing is that these principles were taught by Jiang Ye himself.

Lu Zhiran nodded obediently to Jiang Ye.

He looked up at Jiang Ye, motionless.

He relied on Jiang Ye's hands to run through his hair.

Even though he was treated like that by Lu Ya, when he thought of all that Jiang Ye had done for him, and the hand that Jiang Ye was placing on his head at that moment, the boy's heart felt brighter and gentler than ever before.

——

Since the incident at the last arts evening party, Zhou Ningning went to Lu Zhiran's class as promised to Jiang Ye and apologized to Lu Zhiran for what happened last time.

The students who didn't know the truth only saw the beautiful Zhou Ningning and called Lu Zhiran out of the classroom to the corridor outside.

Zhou Ningning and Lu Zhiran outside the window are influential figures in the high school and junior high school respectively.

Inevitably, some classmates whispered to each other:

"That's Zhou Ningning, right? Zhou Ningning is the school beauty of the high school, why would she come to see Lu Zhiran?"

"What happened to the high school beauty? Lu Zhiran is still the junior high school beauty."

Some people couldn't help but speculate boldly, "Could it be that the school beauty confessed her love to the school hunk?"

"That's impossible. One of them is in high school and the other is in junior high school. There's such a big age gap between them."

"They are just a few years old, right? There's no big age difference! Besides, Lu Zhiran is so tall, taller than many high school boys!"

Junior high school students love to make noises, and they are not very old, just beginning to fall in love and are ignorant about relationships. It is inevitable that a lot of people will start gossiping and spreading specious remarks.

Under the pressure of the rumors, a girl actually plucked up the courage to ask Lu Zhiran whether it was true.

Lu Zhiran naturally denied this.

But just as he denied it, the girl who interrogated him confessed to Lu Zhiran.

"Since classmate Lu is not in a relationship... can you please give me a chance...!"

The girl mustered up her courage to confess, but was met with Lu Zhiran's ruthless rejection.

Despite this, there are more girls who become even more obsessed with Lu Zhiran after knowing that he has no girlfriend.

He was tall and handsome, his family was rich, his grades were among the best, and he played the piano at the washing party and amazed everyone...

For girls of this age, Lu Zhiran is undoubtedly the most popular boy, the prince charming in their dreams, and an unforgettable figure in many people's minds.

When faced with girls who kept confessing their love to him, Lu Zhiran always rejected them coldly and decisively.

But I don’t know why…

Every time someone confessed to him, he would uncontrollably think of that familiar figure.

As if possessed by a demon, Lu Zhiran vaguely realized that he might have some other thoughts about that person.

Lu Zhiran could no longer control himself. Whether in class or even in his dreams, he could not help but think of that figure.

…

On Friday afternoon, Lu Zhiran returned home carrying his schoolbag.

Now is not the time for Jiang Ye to come home to give Lu Zhiran piano lessons.

In addition, Lu Zhiran had a physical education class in the afternoon and was covered in sweat, so the first thing Lu Zhiran did when he got home was to take a shower.

In the bathroom, there was a constant sound of running water.

Twenty minutes later, Lu Zhiran walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower.

As soon as the boy walked out, he saw Lu Ya's face full of disgust and rejection.

Next to Lu Ya, his schoolbag was turned upside down.

For some reason, a pink envelope was dumped onto his bed along with his schoolbag. The envelope was opened, and it was obvious that the contents had been seen by someone.

Lu Zhiran frowned slightly. He had received too many love letters in the past few months, so he could guess at a glance what was in the cute pink envelope.

He clearly never accepted love letters from anyone, and every time he threw the love letters that were forced upon him by others into the school trash can.

But for some reason, a love letter appeared in his schoolbag at this moment, and was discovered by Lu Ya.

What Lu Zhiran didn't expect was that there were more reasons why Lu Ya was angry.

"Lu Zhiran, how could I give birth to such a hateful son like you! I was wondering why your underwear has been like this lately!"

Lu Zhi said this angrily and disgustedly, then suddenly pulled out a pair of pure black boxer shorts from behind him. There were some white marks on the underwear.

Lu Zhiran just changed it this morning, so of course he knew what was on it.

The boy's face turned red uncontrollably in an instant.

The strong sense of shame was like a blunt knife, cutting him bit by bit.

The boy, who had never argued with his mother before, lost control of his emotions for the first time and said angrily, "Why did you rob my things?!"

Lu Ya threw the underwear she took out of Lu Zhiran's cabinet on the ground. She walked in front of Lu Zhiran and slapped him without thinking.

With a "pop" sound, Lu Zhiran's face, which was already red due to shame, turned even redder at this moment, as if blood could drip out.

"Because I'm your mother! I gave birth to you, I bought this house, and I bought your room and clothes for you. Why can't I go through your things?"

"If I hadn't gone through your things, I wouldn't have known my son could be so hateful!"

"Look at the love letters that others wrote to you, and look at your underwear, Lu Zhiran, how dirty have you become? Is it because you received a love letter from a girl that your underwear looks like this?"

Lu Zhiran gritted his teeth to try to control the trembling in his throat that was about to burst out.

He looked at the angry Lu Ya and accepted the disgusted look she gave him.

At this moment, all the blood in Lu Zhiran's body seemed to be cold, so cold that it seemed to be frozen, and turned into ice chips, causing waves of stinging pain.

"Lu Zhiran, come on, tell me, are your female classmates the only ones you dream about? Are you thinking about those dirty things you shouldn't be thinking about all day long?"

"It's OK for those female classmates to write love letters to you at such a young age, but you don't even respect yourself. You make me, as a mother, feel ashamed."

Lu Ya seemed to have never thought about how normal nocturnal emission was for a boy in puberty.

She just felt that her son was dirty and had no self-respect. At an age when he should have been studying hard, he only thought about love affairs.

After scolding Lu Zhiran, Lu Ya did not stop there. She pulled Lu Zhiran's body and pulled him to the desk.

She took out a pen and paper, put them on the table vigorously, and looked at Lu Zhiran fiercely, "Sit down, sit down!"

Lu Zhiran remained motionless.

He looked at Lu Ya with bloodshot eyes. Besides the bright and dazzling red bloodshot, there seemed to be a thin layer of mist lingering around his pupils.

Lu Ya looked at Lu Ya, who had no remorse, no sense of shame, and did not cooperate with her at all, and threatened angrily,

"You're not going to move, are you? Then go to the basement and sleep tonight."

Lu Zhiran still didn't move.

Still staring at Lu Ya with those young eyes.

It's as if he's sticking to some bottom line.

Seeing that Lu Zhiran still refused to cooperate, Lu Ya blurted out, "If you still don't admit your mistake, I will fire Jiang Ye, and you will never be able to learn piano again."

I don't know how much time has passed.

The young boy sat on the chair with an expressionless face, like a doll.

Lu Ya calmed down, but her attitude remained indifferent. She pointed at the white paper on the desk and ordered, "Write on the paper, write 'I am a person who does not love myself, I am dirty'."

"Write it a hundred times."

I don't know how much time has passed.

The white paper was filled with distorted words.

——I am a person who doesn’t love myself and I am very dirty.