Chapter 066 Entertainment Industry Waste 14
[Seeing Yin Yao curl up his body in pain and force himself to drink a few pills, 419 and Jian Ziyan fell silent.
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19: “Is this also something you expected?”
If even dead people can be controlled, then this host is absolutely amazing!
"No." Jian Ziyan's voice was emotionless. "I didn't touch the original body's parents. This will and this letter were left by Gu Feijun in the story himself."
419: “Ah…”
It didn't quite know what to say.
Jian Ziyan: "Having a father who is like a demon, but also having a mother who truly loves him, is this original body lucky or unfortunate?"
419 is just a machine. It cannot answer questions that are filled with complex human emotions.
Jian Ziyan smiled and said, "I actually envy him a lot."
419 was surprised: "You envy him?"
Jian Ziyan: "At least he has a mother who loves him."】
It was a gloomy morning and it was raining heavily outside, so Song Ji rushed to the hospital again.
He was actually very busy. Being in charge of such a large company at such a young age, he had almost no private time of his own.
But since he learned that Jian Ziyan's condition had worsened, he had put down his work one after another and came to the hospital to visit Jian Ziyan, staying for most of the day.
He originally thought that this was just pity for the boy and worry about Yin Yao, but when he couldn't help but recall the boy's voice and appearance even in his official work, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.
Song Ji was very smart and he quickly found the crux of the problem.
He has been up and down in the complex business world. He has been carefully trained as the family heir since he was a child. All he sees are people with their own thoughts and who are good at dealing with people. He can see through people's hearts and also play with their hearts.
But he had never seen a person as pure as Jian Ziyan, who could love and protect someone with his life without any selfishness.
That was such a clear and pure soul that he knew that the bright light would burn him just by looking at him from afar. But after actually coming into contact with the boy, he could not give up that burning warmth.
Different from the admiration he once had for Yin Yao, the arrival of this feeling made him feel unfamiliar, and he fell into a brief state of confusion.
But he quickly sorted out his feelings. He knew how deep the connection and bond between Yin Yao and the boy was, so he never had any intention of interfering with them. He was very good at disguising himself and always disguised his feelings very well so that no one would see anything.
Before entering the hospital, Song Ji had calmed down. With Jian Ziyan's favorite gentle smile, he carefully knocked on the ward door.
"Xiao Yan, Yin Yao, I'm coming in."
To Song Ji's surprise, Yin Yao was not in the ward. Only Jian Ziyan was sitting on the bed, seemingly talking to his "mother". When he heard the voice, he turned around and looked at him with a bright smile.
"Brother Song Ji."
Song Ji looked at this smile that would never appear on a normal Jian Ziyan's face, and felt extremely distressed and regretful.
If it weren't for Jian Yuze, if it weren't for the abuse over the years, perhaps the boy would really grow up to look like this.
He will have a bright smile, a cheerful personality, and a life without gloom.
Perhaps this is exactly what the boy longs to be like when he grows up, so he relies on fantasy, and can only rely on fantasy to achieve it.
Song Ji's eyes revealed infinite tenderness and heartache, because Yin Yao was not around, he could indulge himself for a while.
He first pretended to say hello to "Mom", then sat down beside the bed: "Xiao Yan, why didn't Brother Yin Yao come today?"
"I don't know." Jian Ziyan answered obediently, "Maybe he has something to do today."
He tilted his head and smiled: "Brother Song Ji, Mom said that your tie and suit match well today."
Song Ji looked down at himself in surprise, revealing a pleasantly surprised expression. He looked in the direction of his 'mother' without any deviation: "Thank you for the compliment, Auntie."
Jian Ziyan smiled happily.
Song Ji's eyes were gentle. He was always good at disguising himself. He pretended to see "Mom" and he was very skilled at it the first time he did it. So he easily won the boy's favor.
It was also the first time in his life that he was grateful for the acting and disguise he had learned in the midst of intrigues.
Song Ji chatted with Jian Ziyan for a while, but there was still no sign of Yin Yao coming back. He calmly calmed Jian Ziyan, left the ward and called Yin Yao.
It's a busy tone.
He felt something was wrong and was about to go out to look for someone when Yin Yao's swaying figure appeared at the end of the corridor.
Seeing him slowly approaching, Song Ji's eyes fixed.
Yin Yao had obviously come back from the rain. Everything from his hair to his clothes was wet, and water was dripping down. He seemed to have faded, and his face was as pale as a ghost.
Song Ji asked: "What have you been doing?"
"I accidentally fell asleep on the rooftop." Yin Yao's voice was very hoarse, "Is Xiaoyan okay?"
Song Ji shook his head: "Go and pack up quickly. If you fall ill too, who will take care of Xiao Yan?"
Yin Yao nodded silently and walked into the bathroom attached to the ward.
Standing under the shower, he closed his eyes and let the warm water flow over his body which was as cold as a corpse.
He was just worried that the noise he made would wake up Jian Ziyan, so he wanted to go to the rooftop to sober up, but he didn't expect the intense pain in his heart to make him pass out, until he was woken up by the rain just now.
Even if I wake up, I will just return to an even more desperate reality.
He didn't know how to pass the letter to Jian Ziyan. The current Jian Ziyan wouldn't believe it, and the normal Jian Ziyan wouldn't be able to bear it.
After much deliberation, he decided to put the letter away first and give it to Jian Ziyan after he felt better.
He will not touch the money, as it all belongs to Jian Ziyan and will be transferred to him when the time comes.
Having made up his mind, Yin Yao came out of the bathroom and chatted with Jian Ziyan together with Song Ji until the nurse came in to give Jian Ziyan an injection.
Something urgent suddenly happened at Song Ji's company, so he rushed back after lunch. Yin Yao sat by the bed for a while, feeling dizzy and cold all over. He realized that he might have a fever, and it was quite serious.
This won’t do, he still has to accompany Xiao Yan.
Yin Yao touched Jian Ziyan's hair and told him to sleep with his mother for a while and he would be back soon.
After getting the boy's obedient nod, he smiled very lightly, then stood up and made an appointment for the fever clinic.
It took some time to wait in line and get the medicine. At Yin Yao's insistence, the doctor agreed to let him have an IV in Jian Ziyan's ward. When Yin Yao returned to the ward with his things, he saw an empty bed at a glance.
Jian Ziyan, who was supposed to be lying on the bed receiving an IV drip, was not in bed.
Yin Yao's heart tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to go out of the ward to look for it, but he caught a glimpse of the cubicle door that was slightly opened.
A terrible guess emerged in his mind, and Yin Yao froze on the spot. After several minutes, he slowly exhaled and pushed open the door of the compartment lightly and stiffly.
Jian Ziyan stood in front of the sofa with his back to him, looking at something with his head down.
On the cabinet next to the sofa, the documents received yesterday were opened.
Yin Yao's pupils suddenly shrank and his heartbeat became unbalanced. He stared blankly at Jian Ziyan's back. A huge panic enveloped him and he couldn't say anything for a moment.
Instead, Jian Ziyan moved a little, then slowly turned his head.
There was no expression on his pale face, and his eyes were empty and confused.
"Is this Jian Ziyan me?" he asked.
Yin Yao didn't know how to answer.
His heart almost jumped out of his throat. He stared at Jian Ziyan nervously, always on guard against his next move.
However, Jian Ziyan did not make any drastic moves. He lowered his head and looked at the letter in his hand: "I'm sorry, I saw my name on it and opened it without permission."
"Xiao Yan." Yin Yao took a step closer tentatively, his voice extremely gentle, "It's okay, I'll tell you whatever you want to know."
Jian Ziyan didn't seem to notice Yin Yao approaching. He read out the words in the letter in a low voice.
"Xiao Yan, mom has to leave you, but you have to remember that mom loves you and will always love you."
Yin Yao's eyes were sore, and he coaxed softly: "Yes, Xiaoyan's mother has always loved Xiaoyan, and this will not change no matter what happens."
He took advantage of Jian Ziyan's lack of reaction and grabbed Jian Ziyan's wrist.
When the slender and cold wrist was held in his hand, Yin Yao's tension in his heart relaxed a little.
But Jian Ziyan had no intention of doing anything. He stared blankly at the words on the letter, then raised his head and looked to his side, as if confirming something.
This gaze lasted for a long time.
Yin Yao didn't dare to move. Jian Ziyan looked at the air, and he looked at Jian Ziyan. The two of them were in a strange stalemate.
Suddenly, Jian Ziyan turned around and looked at him. The brightness and intimacy in his eyes gradually faded away, and Yin Yao's heart sank little by little.
"Brother Yin Yao." Jian Ziyan said quietly, "Please let me go."
Yin Yao's hands trembled violently and a bitter look appeared in his eyes.
"Xiao Yan." He asked, "You are back to normal, right?"
Jian Ziyan lowered his eyes to look at the hand that was holding his, then looked at the letter in his hand. The vitality in his body withered away little by little as his personality changed, just like seeing a night-blooming cereus as the sky gradually brightened.
Even the boy's collapse came so quietly, just like his eighteen years of silence and reticence.
Only the hot tears falling on Yin Yao's hands could give people a glimpse of the sorrow in his heart.
Yin Yao wanted to hold the boy in his arms and tell him that he would be here no matter what happened, but when he sensed the sharp indifference emanating from the boy, he felt like he was nailed to the ground and dared not move.
Yes, now he is no longer "Brother Yin Yao" and can no longer wear a false mask and pretend that he cares about him. He is now "Yin Yao", the Yin Yao who cruelly tore apart his last hope and put him in irretrievable danger.
"sorry."
Jian Ziyan didn't look up, and even though he was crying, there was not much fluctuation in his tone.
"I seem to have caused you trouble again."
This sentence completely broke Yin Yao's defense. He gasped in pain and said hoarsely: "No..."
"You should go back soon," Jian Ziyan said, "if Dad sees you coming to see me, he will be unhappy."
He only said that his father would be unhappy, but he did not say that this unhappiness would become a real harm to Jian Ziyan.
Yin Yao closed his eyes tightly, trying his best to stay conscious.
"Xiao Yan, don't be afraid. Jian Yuze has been punished by law. He will slowly pay back for everything he did to you. You don't have to be afraid of him anymore."
He couldn't suppress the sadness surging in his heart. He slowly knelt down and hugged Jian Ziyan's waist tightly. Tears welled up in his eyes and his voice was filled with hoarse crying.
"It's my fault. I didn't save you and I didn't believe you. I was wrong. Xiaoyan, you have to be fine. Please."
"Really...?" Jian Ziyan seemed unable to understand what he was saying. Even when he heard the news that Jian Yuze was imprisoned, he did not show any expression.
Yin Yao looked miserable. He didn't dare to let go of Jian Ziyan. He couldn't reach the emergency bell at the bedside, so he called the doctor directly.
…
Jian Ziyan was able to wake up from his fantasy, even if it was due to stimulation, it was indeed good news from a medical point of view.
Even though Yin Yao was heartbroken and could hardly face Jian Ziyan who had returned to normal, he had to thank God from the bottom of his heart when he heard the news.
As long as there is hope for recovery, as long as things are getting better...
Jian Ziyan, who has returned to normal, no longer refuses the doctor's psychological intervention. Even though his mental knot is too deep and the treatment will have little effect in a short period of time, Yin Yao still has great hope in his heart.
He firmly believed that as long as he never gave up, Jian Ziyan would get better.
He will become himself in that fantasy world, with the right to act coquettishly and smile. Even if his mother is no longer by his side, she will always be with him and do everything that Jian Ziyan once wanted him to do.
Gradually, Jian Ziyan took the initiative to ask about Jian Yuze. Yin Yao was a little nervous at first, but when he found out that he seemed to be just asking simply, and after learning that Jian Yuze was sentenced to life imprisonment, he nodded, as if he no longer cared, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
When Jian Ziyan was still in good spirits, Yin Yao mentioned to him that Granston wanted to meet him. Jian Ziyan was stunned for a moment, but still agreed.
So Granston finally saw the Angelo he had been thinking about.
When I saw this look, I burst into tears on the spot.
On the contrary, Jian Ziyan had a gentle look in his eyes and tried his best to comfort him.
"Master Granston, I'm sorry I didn't have the chance to say goodbye to you back then."
"No, no, no." Granston shook his head firmly, "It's the bad guys who are wrong, not you."
Jian Ziyan's psychological problems were still very serious. Even if he wanted to talk to Granston more intimately, he found it difficult to express himself completely.
Granston, who already knew his situation, did not blame him at all. After finally fulfilling his wish, he said goodbye after eight years.
"Angelo, you are a genius unparalleled in the world. I look forward to the day when you stand on the stage again. By then, the whole world will be shocked by you."
Jian Ziyan opened his mouth and his face turned pale.
"You can do it." Granston looked earnestly and touched his head with the tenderness of an elder. "Keep trying. I'll wait for you."
Jian Ziyan swallowed his sobs and nodded vigorously.
After Granston left, Yin Yao said cautiously: "Xiao Yan, if you want to play the piano, there is a way."
Jian Ziyan turned his head suddenly to look at him, with such force that one wondered if his neck was almost broken.
Yin Yao felt so distressed that he forced a smile: "It's true."
After learning the truth, he and Song Ji started thinking about how to let Jian Ziyan touch his favorite piano again, and now they have achieved some results.
They contacted a foreign company that specializes in mechanical prosthetics, and at an extremely high price, they received a pair of prosthetic limbs that were made exactly like Jian Ziyan's arms and hands.
As long as it is installed, Jian Ziyan's fingers will be able to exert force like a normal person. Maybe not as flexible as ordinary people, but it is countless times better than what he has now.
Now the prosthesis has been made and can be installed on Jian Ziyan at any time whenever he needs it.
After hearing the news, a light finally appeared in Jian Ziyan's eyes.
He agreed to get the prosthetic limb without hesitation, but he would have to wait until his current injury healed.
…
A month later, news of a special performance was quietly announced on the official website of the entertainment company headed by Song Ji.
This news was not deliberately publicized or tried to create momentum, but within an hour of its announcement, it spread across the entire Internet with astonishing momentum.
Because the protagonist of the performance is Jian Ziyan, a genius who was once more dazzling than Yin Yao.
The incident that caused a sensation across the country some time ago has not yet left the public's attention. Countless people regret having wrongly accused the poor child, and even more people are saddened by the passing of the genius.
Everyone thought that this was the end, Jian Yuze was punished by the law, and the once talented man fell into the sunset, and it was impossible for a miracle to happen again.
But a miracle really happened.
Regardless of whether people cared about this matter at the beginning, everyone has focused their attention on this performance with unprecedented intensity. The tickets for public sale were sold out in seconds after they were put on the shelves. Moreover, these tickets are linked to personal information and cannot be transferred or sold a second time, which has caused countless people to sigh with regret.
Fortunately, this performance was also broadcast live on the Internet, and the ticket price was very low, almost free, and the purpose was just to allow more people to see the performance.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the performance opened on a night with bright stars.
Everything was silent. The only light shone on the white piano on the stage, illuminating a pale and clear-looking boy.
Everyone who saw the boy clearly couldn't help but hold their breath subconsciously.
White lights, white piano, white boy, this scene has a kind of transcendental beauty.
The boy was not wearing any makeup, revealing his pale and thin face, which only highlighted his ethereal and light temperament. However, on his arms, there were slender mechanical auxiliary devices installed, which made the overall feeling heavier. Combined with the boy's expressionless face, it all had a futuristic and dreamy feeling.
The boy didn't look at the audience, didn't look at the camera, didn't look at anyone else. All his gaze and attention were focused on the piano in front of him. The moment he put the music on the piano, his aura changed.
That otherworldly, indifferent and pure feeling disappeared, and his whole body was like a burning flame. His ten fingers wearing auxiliary devices danced on the piano keys, as if he had injected all his vitality into the sound of the piano.
Even with the assistance of a robotic arm, the boy's fingers are still not comparable to normal fingers. If you listen carefully, you can find that the connection between them is a bit obscure and stagnant, but the performer's abundant and full emotions are enough to make up for this defect. He is so passionate, so dazzling, and can easily attract everyone's attention. The people in the audience are listening to music, but they are not entirely listening to music. They are more like watching such a brilliant soul burning itself and offering beautiful notes to the world.
No one can fail to be moved by this infectious music.
Yin Yao stood behind the scenes, staring at the young man who shone so brightly on the stage. While he felt proud, a familiar bitterness spread to his heart and he couldn't help but burst into tears.
It turns out that this was the former top genius, the young man who stood at the pinnacle of the piano hall at the tender age of ten, and whose brilliance attracted the attention of the whole world.
Only when you actually hear him playing the piano can you suddenly understand what piano is and what passion is.
How could he compare to him.
He was never worthy of being compared to him in his life.
Song Ji was standing on the other side behind the scenes. He came back to his senses from the sound of the boy's piano and saw tears on Yin Yao's face. This genius who was also praised by the whole world had tears on his face, with longing and regret in his eyes. He lowered his head and sighed lightly.
He understood Yin Yao's feelings, and also understood Jian Ziyan's deepest obsession and regrets, which was why the concert today took place.
When he heard that they wanted to hold a concert for him, the boy's eyes, which were shrouded in a layer of mist, suddenly brightened up. It was the first time they saw a surprised smile on the boy's face except when he was sick.
For that look, both he and Yin Yao would be willing to give up everything just to keep that smile.
As it turns out, they were right.
Even though the boy never said it, his passion for the piano was still burning deep in his heart. Even though he was hurt by the piano, leaving scars that would never heal in his lifetime, he still loved the piano sincerely and passionately. He wanted to convey his voice to more people and longed for this moment of being the center of attention.
Now he has realized this wish.
During this month, the boy showed unprecedented perseverance. He actively cooperated with the treatment, both physically and mentally. After the robotic arm was installed, he was obsessed with the feeling of touching the piano. In order to play the piano for a longer time every day, he even gritted his teeth and endured the bone spur treatment without saying a word.
Everything has led to this moment.
The world was shocked and amazed by the boy, and his face revealed his deep satisfaction.
Song Ji lowered his head and, using the shadow as a cover, quietly hid a tear.
At this time, the boy finished another song and spoke for the first time in this performance.
The clear and slightly hoarse voice spread throughout the venue, like an angel's feather gently brushing across the heart.
"The next piece of music was composed by myself. Maybe some of you have heard the first half. After eight years, I finished it."
As soon as these words were spoken, Song Ji and Yin Yao raised their heads at the same time and looked towards the stage in shock.
A vague guess emerged in their minds, and at this moment their hearts almost jumped out of their throats.
As he watched with bated breath, the boy's fingertips gently placed on the piano keys again.
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