Chapter 053 Entertainment Industry Waste 1
Yin Yao's originally nonchalant expression suddenly became serious. He subconsciously wanted to reach out and stop Jian Ziyan's knife from stabbing at him, but he hesitated the moment he stretched out his hand.
Anyone who plays the piano knows how important his fingers are to him. He has just won the piano competition and can finally realize his dream and step onto the bright starlight. Does he really want to sacrifice his future for someone who has always been resentful and jealous of him?
What's more, this person has always been very good at showmanship. Who knows whether what he is doing now is true or false, and what his purpose is?
I guess such a selfish person wouldn't really hurt himself...right...
Just as he was hesitating, Jian Ziyan's knife had already stabbed into his heart. Blood immediately oozed out from his white suit. The strong contrast of colors caused Yin Yao's pupils to shrink.
At the same time, there were screams from all over the place and within consciousness.
【419: "Ah ...
Jian Ziyan: "Don't make a fuss. It's not like more blood has been shed before."
419: "But this time it was your own fault! If you die right after entering, you will be ejected from the world!"
Jian Ziyan: "If you keep making noise, I will really die in front of you."
Away from the screams in consciousness, the deafening screams in reality are still ringing in one's ears, especially the host who is so close, holding the microphone in his hand and still screaming hard. The effect is really shocking.
The corner of Jian Ziyan's mouth twitched slightly, and without giving it much thought, he completely immersed himself in his new role under the guidance of the world consciousness.
Jian Ziyan ignored the sudden pain in his chest and let the bright red blood flow down his thin wrist. His pupils were once again shrouded in the mist that separated him from the world.
He looked at the uncontrollable shock on Yin Yao's face, and a relieved smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
Then he fell to the ground, like a white magnolia slowly withering, with a kind of broken beauty.
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Jian Ziyan didn't expect that he could open his eyes again. After seeing the white walls of the hospital, a look of disappointment appeared on his pale face.
He looked around. There was no one in the single room. Only the machine that was keeping him alive was making a faint dripping sound. He tried to move, but the pain in his chest followed him like a shadow, almost nailing him to the bed, making him unable to move at all.
Jian Ziyan touched the painful wound in disappointment, wondering why he didn't die when the knife had clearly penetrated all the way.
At this moment, the door of the ward was pushed open, and the doctor who detected that he had woken up came in and met his eyes.
"Mr. Jian, you are very lucky." The doctor said with relief while examining him, "Fortunately, the fruit knife was not long enough and did not pierce the heart. If it was two or three centimeters longer, you would be in danger."
It’s just a difference of two or three centimeters. Jian Ziyan took note of it silently.
He didn't make any noise or noise, and even though he had just escaped death, he didn't look sad or excited at all. His delicate features and quiet demeanor made him look like an exquisite bjd doll, which made the doctor feel soft-hearted at first sight.
Although there are many rumors about this young master Jian, and most of them are negative, such as that he was jealous of the piano prince Yin Yao and not only tripped him up but also insulted him in public, and that he was obviously a star but had poor business skills and only relied on his father's reputation to act like a big shot, etc., everything about him had nothing good to say except for the praise of his face.
His public display of purple clay this time undoubtedly caused an uproar in public opinion and also dragged Yin Yao into the water. Now all the media are speculating about what Yin Yao did to him that made him make such a scene at the other party's award ceremony, causing Yin Yao, who had just won two major international and domestic awards and should have been in great glory, to be caught up in a scandal.
But no matter what, I have to admit... this face is so handsome that people can't help but ignore his bad deeds.
The doctor controlled his thoughts and maintained his professional ethics as he said, "Although his life was not harmed, a stab to the heart would be unbearable for anyone. Mr. Jian had better be hospitalized for treatment and rest for a while to see if there is any infection or deterioration."
Jian Ziyan listened quietly, his eyelashes that looked like crow wings didn't even blink, and it was unknown whether he heard it or not.
As if he had no concern for his own life.
The doctor continued, "But don't worry, we have already notified your father, Mr. Jian Yuze, and he is on his way."
After hearing this, Jian Ziyan finally reacted.
As if he was half a beat late, two or three seconds after he finished saying this, a look of horror suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he turned his head sharply to look at the doctor, as if asking if this was true.
The older doctor was moved after seeing this. He thought that young people nowadays are really like this. No matter how naughty they are outside, they will still be instinctively afraid when they hear that their parents are coming.
Since Jian Ziyan was about the same age as his son, he said something: "Mr. Jian, although you are a star and may be under a lot of pressure, there is nothing in the world that cannot be overcome. It was not easy to save your life this time. Don't be so impulsive next time. When your father comes, admit your mistake to him. He won't blame you."
As a father, it is impossible for him to really blame his children. Moreover, Jian Ziyan is so weak now, even if Jian Yuze is angry, he will not vent it on him.
After the doctor finished the routine examination, he went to change the medical instructions on his bedside table and did not notice that Jian Ziyan's face was becoming increasingly paler.
Before the will was revised, the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground was heard at the door. Soon, a gentle and elegant middle-aged man appeared at the door of the ward.
Jian Yuze does not look like Jian Ziyan. He has hard features and even looks a bit fierce when he is not smiling, while Jian Ziyan has soft features and obviously looks more like his mother.
But everyone knows that Jian Ziyan's mother was in poor health and died of a sudden illness a few years ago.
Seeing Jian Yuze
Here he comes. A look of understanding flashed across the doctor's face. This famous Master Jian really loved his only son. Even though he was so busy, he still rushed here as soon as he got the news.
He did not stay any longer and briefly explained Jian Ziyan's situation to Jian Yuze. He then said he would not disturb their conversation and turned to leave.
He didn't notice that when Jian Yuze came in, Jian Ziyan's pupils had shrunk to the extreme, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly. Seeing that he was about to leave, Jian Ziyan subconsciously reached out to him, as if to grab his white coat.
Jian Yuze thanked the doctor in a gentle voice, his cold eyes fell on Jian Ziyan.
Jian Ziyan's outstretched hand froze, and he retracted it tremblingly.
After the doctor left the ward and considerately closed the door for the father and son, Jian Yuze suddenly raised his hand and slapped Jian Ziyan hard in the face!
There was no mercy this time, and he didn't take into account that Jian Ziyan was a patient in the intensive care unit. He hit him so hard that his face twisted and a bloody smell quickly spread from his mouth.
Four fingerprints appeared clearly on his face, which was so white that it was almost transparent. Jian Ziyan seemed to be accustomed to being treated like this. He just shrank his shoulders out of subconscious fear and had no intention of resisting at all.
The gentle smile on Jian Yuze's face disappeared completely. He pursed his lips and glared at Jian Ziyan sternly. There was no concern in his voice, but full of disgust and reproach.
"What on earth are you thinking? Even if you want to kill Yin Yao, why did you have to choose that kind of occasion? Yin Yao just won the Granston Piano Competition and is at the award ceremony for the best actor. How many eyes are staring at him! Aren't you causing trouble for me by making such a fuss? Where is my face?"
A trace of deep sadness flowed through Jian Ziyan's eyes, and he whispered, "I'm sorry, Dad."
"Okay, what's the point of saying this now?" Jian Yuze said impatiently, "Do you know what the media are talking about me now? They are saying that I neglected to care about you because I cared about Yin Yao, which is why you are depressed and did such an incredible thing."
Jian Ziyan was no longer used to this level of accusations. He was even glad that this happened in the hospital so that Jian Yuze could not do anything more.
It was just a slap and a few scoldings, it wasn't a big deal at all. Besides, he had made a serious mistake, so it was natural for his father to be angry.
He could feel Jian Yuze's disgusted and cold gaze staring at him, but he didn't even dare to raise his head.
All his courage was used up in that one knife. Now that he has regained his senses, he just wondered how he could be so stupid and why he did that?
Seeing his huddled and silent appearance, Jian Yuze felt deep impatience rising up in waves.
He really expected this loser to accomplish anything. It would be better if he could really stab Yin Yao to death this time. He could then express his grief and two big troubles would be solved at the same time.
As it turned out, this loser was more trouble than help. He took a knife and stabbed himself in front of everyone? It was just asking for trouble!
The more Jian Yuze looked at Jian Ziyan, the angrier he got. He didn't care that this was a hospital and slapped him again in the same place.
Jian Ziyan's cheeks immediately became red, his mouth was broken, and blood oozed from the corners of his lips.
Jian Yuze shook his numb hands and said coldly, "I'll go get you discharged from the hospital right away. If you're not dying, come home with me immediately."
Jian Ziyan shuddered subconsciously, as if the word "home" was a scourge to him, but he didn't dare to say a word, and just replied meekly: "Yes... Dad."
Jian Yuze turned around and left. Jian Ziyan didn't dare to waste time. Regardless of the fact that he had just been injured and had no strength left, he immediately changed back into his clothes. Because of his hasty movements, the wound was bleeding again, but he didn't care at all. He put on his clothes and ran out of the ward.
At the front desk, Jian Yuze was talking to the doctor about his discharge, and the doctor looked shocked.
"Mr. Jian, although your son is not in danger of death now, the wound is close to the heart after all. It is best to observe him in the hospital for a while before making a decision."
When facing outsiders, Jian Yuze always presents the image of a gentle and elegant piano master: "Doctor, don't worry. After all, our family's status is relatively sensitive. It's easy for those paparazzi to find us if we stay in the hospital. Besides, we have a family doctor at home who will take care of the patient's wounds."
"but……"
The doctor wanted to persuade him further. After meeting Master Jian Ziyan, he had a good impression of him. But when he turned around, he saw Jian Ziyan hurriedly chasing out, obviously ready to leave the hospital, so he swallowed back what he was about to say.
"Since Mr. Jian and the patient have made their decision, let's do it this way."
Jian Ziyan glanced at Jian Yuze cautiously, wondering anxiously that he should not have wasted too much time and made his father unhappy.
Jian Yuze glanced at him, his eyes showing no sign of happiness or unhappiness. After completing the formalities, he said calmly, "Let's go."
Jian Ziyan hurriedly followed.
The Jian family is very wealthy and owns an independent mansion in the city center where every inch of land is valuable. Returning to this gorgeously decorated house, Jian Ziyan did not feel the slightest bit of joy. He lowered his head and heard Jian Yuze's voice, which had completely stripped off his disguise and turned gloomy.
"Since you are injured, I will not punish you in any other way. Go to the dark room and reflect on your mistakes."
Jian Ziyan raised his head abruptly, his lips as white as his face, and he pleaded, "Dad, can you just beat me up? Please don't punish me to go to the dark room..."
Jian Yuze looked at him and said, "You made a mistake now. What qualifications do you have to make demands on me? I raised you to this age, and you can't even do a little thing right. Daddy is very sad, but I can't beat you now. Going to the dark room is the mildest punishment."
"But...but..." But he was really scared...
Jian Ziyan wanted to ask for something else, but Jian Yuze had already run out of patience. He said, "Are you a bad kid who wants to escape punishment after making a mistake? You have disappointed your father so much. Either go to the dark room or get out. It's your choice."
Jian Ziyan shrank his thin shoulders, stood there blankly for a while, then turned and walked towards the dark room.
The so-called dark room is a basement secretly opened in the Jane family mansion. There are no electric lights or windows in the basement, and it is paved with cold stone bricks all around. Not only can no light penetrate in during the day, but even in midsummer, you can feel the coolness seeping through the bones when you stay in it.
This was not the first time that Jian Ziyan had entered the dark room. From childhood to adulthood, whenever Jian Yuze wanted to punish him and he had to see people in a short period of time and no scars could be left on his body, he would be punished and sent to the dark room, deprived of water and food, for several days.
Anyway, he already had fair skin and a slim body, so being hungry for a few days would make almost no difference to him.
However, he didn't have many opportunities to be punished and sent to the dark room before, but since his mother passed away, the number of times he was beaten and sent to the dark room increased, and Jian Yuze became even more unscrupulous.
Mother……
Jian Ziyan lowered his head, and no one could tell what he was thinking. If there were outsiders present, they would probably be very shocked. Is this really the Jian Ziyan who kept finding fault with Yin Yao and was so arrogant and domineering?
He entered the dark room and closed the door consciously.
The last ray of light disappeared from his sight, and Jian Ziyan stood blankly at the door for a long time.
The darkroom was cold, dark, and extremely quiet. It was so quiet that even his not-so-heavy breathing could be heard clearly, as if he was the only one left in the world.
It was not until the wound on his chest became too painful and he had no strength left in his body that he groped his way to the wall in the darkness, then squatted down in the corner.
It hurts and it’s cold.
Jian Ziyan reached out and touched his chest, and sure enough, he felt something cold and sticky. Blood had seeped out, and his clothes were almost stuck to the bandage on the wound.
But there was no pain or fear on his face. He just buried his face in his arms tiredly and soon fell into a deep sleep.
…
It was late at night, in the apartment that Yin Yao rented, Song Ji came hurriedly after finishing his work at the company, and Yin Yao quickly opened the door for him.
Song Ji is nearly thirty years old, and he always looks at Yin Yao with a bit of admiration for outstanding young people. At this moment, he is full of worry, and as soon as he comes in, he nervously checks whether Yin Yao is injured.
"Are you okay? I saw what happened at the award ceremony on the live broadcast and was almost scared to death. What on earth did Jian Ziyan want to do? The warnings I gave him before were completely useless!"
"I'm fine." Yin Yao dodged his gaze by moving sideways, speaking calmly, "He didn't intend to hurt me. The knife was aimed at himself from the beginning to the end."
Song Ji looked at him, his face showing anger mixed with helplessness.
He is a gay, and although he doesn't know whether Yin Yao is gay or not, he has never concealed his affection for him. It's just that Yin Yao is like a piece of ice that has not melted for a thousand years. No one's courtesy or kindness can win a look of respect from him.
Yin Yao is like an ice man sculpted by frost and snow. He only cares about his piano and doesn't care about anything else. He even entered the entertainment industry just to have better conditions to play the piano. When the arrangement conflicts with piano practice, he will refuse without hesitation. He doesn't even care about money and only does it because he has to for the piano. How can you expect him to care about these things?
Song Ji sighed and said in a soothing tone: "Yin Yao, you are still young and your mind is pure and innocent. If you stand in such a high position now, you will definitely make others jealous. Don't let others get close to you in the future. You don't know what kind of crazy people will come."
Yin Yao nodded and said simply, "Thank you."
Song Ji was extremely helpless. He certainly would not be angry with Yin Yao, so he could only transfer his anger back to Jian Ziyan with a look of disgust on his face.
"We have already warned Jian Ziyan not to cause trouble again. He deliberately chose such an important day for you to cause trouble. He is determined to bring you down. Don't be affected. The media company will handle it."
A look of deep thought quickly flashed across Yin Yao's unchanged face. After coming back, he did think about why Jian Ziyan would do such a shocking thing. If it was just to cause trouble for him, there was no need to risk his own life.
He was the closest at the time, so of course he could see clearly that the fruit knife had actually stabbed into Jian Ziyan's chest, without any falsehood.
That doesn't make sense.
Song Ji thought he was still worried about public opinion, so he consoled him by saying, "It's not that serious. The media are just speculating right now. They can't do anything to you without any concrete evidence."
Yin Yao doesn't care at all about what the media says about him. In his opinion, the most important thing is the smooth path to piano. As for the rest, it has nothing to do with him.
However, he did not directly refute Song Ji. One reason was that Song Ji was his boss, and the other was that handling public opinion for him was already written into the contract, so it could not be considered as Song Ji's special treatment for him.
He thanked her politely: "Thank you."
The style of speaking was still concise and to the point, which made Song Ji's expression of helplessness even deeper.
"Now that Jian Ziyan has been taken home by Master Jian, there is no need to worry about whether he is alive or dead." Song Ji said, "Do you want to strike while the iron is hot and appear in some interviews and variety shows? Go to bed early and don't let it affect you."
Yin Yao asked back, "Jian Ziyan was taken home by the teacher?"
"Yes, the news from the hospital cannot be false, otherwise the hospital would have been razed to the ground by paparazzi by now." Song Ji said.
Yin Yao frowned his slender and heroic eyebrows. He felt that Jian Yuze's behavior was a little strange. He obviously loved his only son so much. Even if he was afraid of being chased by paparazzi, why would he take him home without caring about his injuries?
But Yin Yao didn't say much. To him, Song Ji was simply his superior and boss. He said that he would take the subsequent notices seriously and told him not to worry.
Song Ji hated him for being a piece of wood, but he also knew that he had always been like this, so he could only say goodbye helplessly.
…
When Jian Ziyan woke up again, he was still in the same position as before. His whole body was in pain and numbness, and he felt very uncomfortable if he moved even a little.
He could only continue to curl himself up to reduce some of the pain.
There was no light or time in the suggestion. He didn't know how long he had slept. He could only cover his eyes silently.
With his painful wounds and his stomach twitching from hunger, he continued to squat here in silence, like a slowly rotting mushroom.
[“I’m angry.” Jian Ziyan said, “I’m really angry.”
Remember what he said about having real feelings for the paper man?
"It doesn't matter what other roles he plays, but Jian Yuze is a father. What kind of father is he? The child's injuries were so serious, not only did he not allow him to receive treatment, but he also brought him back to abuse him." Jian Ziyan's voice was emotionless, and because of this, people could feel his anger. "Don't say that I changed it. You know what I changed. If the world consciousness thought that this could not happen, it would not let me succeed."
419 discovered that the host seemed to be indifferent to the abuse of the scumbag, but would pay special attention to roles such as parents.
"In that case, don't blame me for killing my own relatives for the sake of justice." Jian Ziyan didn't expect 419 to say anything to comfort him, so he said calmly, "No matter what I do next, Jian Yuze deserves it."
Suddenly, the door of the dark room was opened, and Jian Yuze's face against the light appeared in front of him.
It was so cold in the dark room that when the door was opened, Jian Ziyan felt a hint of warmth.
"Do you know you are wrong now?" Jian Yuze asked.
"Dad... I know I was wrong." Jian Ziyan said weakly, "I shouldn't have acted on my own and brought trouble to Dad."
"So I should punish you. This is to make you realize your mistakes. Isn't this what you really know now?"
Jian Yuze turned his body sideways.
"Now, come out and wash up, Yin Yao is here to see you."
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