"you forgot?"

I raised my head, Ran Qingzhuang carried Yang on his back, his expression was in the shadows, but I could still tell by the tone of his voice how stunned he was.

"what?"

Ran QingZhuang looked at me weirdly: "Little Black died long ago. We buried it together."

Needle-like pain erupted in my mind, followed by a large number of fragmented memories.

Night, alleys, blood, dog corpses...

I stood up, stumbled uncontrollably, fell forward uncontrollably, and was quickly supported by Ran Qingzhuang.

"Are you OK?"

The headache disappeared quickly, I stood up straight and got away from his support: "Thank you, there may be a lack of blood supply..."

Not long after, Nan Xuan and the others came out of the church, and we went to other attractions to visit.But since then, I have a lot of worries, let alone relax, I can't even concentrate on playing.So much so that even Nan Xuan noticed the strangeness and asked me if I hadn't slept well last night.

I have words of suffering, I admit that I didn’t sleep well, but I wonder how much I have forgotten in my heart. Will I forget more and more, and finally forget all my relatives and friends like Alzheimer's disease?

Chapter 15 What do you like about Lin Sheng?

After resting for two days, after the hand injury recovered, I resumed teaching the young master.

When he got up in the morning, Ran Qingzhuang had already gone out. The weather was gloomy and it seemed that it would rain at any time. By the afternoon, the wind was already strong, scraping the canopy and crushing the branches. Clouds covered the sky thickly, as if night had arrived in the blink of an eye.

The security check on the island has always been strict. You need to check when you go to the island, check when you enter the entertainment city, and teach the young master. Naturally, you need to check.

It started to rain on the way, there was an umbrella in the car, Chen Qiao supported me, and I was carrying the piano. When the two of them trotted into the rain eaves of the gate, they were a little wet.

After Chen Qiao saw me off, he asked me to remember to call him after class.

As usual, when the piano case passed the security inspection machine, I raised my hands to the side for a full-body inspection.

And when I was halfway through the inspection, another car came outside the door. I have only seen this car on TV so far. Looking at the style and specifications, I knew that the person sitting inside must be an extraordinary person.

Soon, the driver got out of the driver's seat with a black umbrella, respectfully opened the rear door, and tilted the umbrella completely toward the passenger.

A slender, fair-skinned, stiletto-heeled foot stepped out, and I couldn't help but curiously go all the way up, following the white sequin skirt, until I saw the other's face.

With a small face, bright eyes, and a signature sweet smile on her lips - it turned out to be Ami.

Ami got out of the car and didn't go in directly, but bent down and carefully helped a middle-aged man in his fifties or sixties from the car.

This man has gray and silver hair, neatly combed back, revealing thin and stern facial features, with two exquisite mustaches on his lips, and the tail of the beard curled up. Dress is also very particular, tuxedo, white gloves, left hand holding a civilized stick, leather shoes polished brightly.

After he got out of the car, the driver held the umbrella, Ami put his arm around him, and walked into the rain canopy imposingly.

"Mr. Jiang, my master has been waiting inside for a long time, please..." Steward Feng hurried out from the door, hunched his waist, accompanied his smiling face, and led the way for the mustache.

He didn't lower his moustache, let alone communicate with him. He walked straight into the door with a cane, not to mention the security check, he didn't even want to stop and raise his arm.

When the two of them were about to disappear from sight, Ami suddenly turned around and winked playfully at me, apparently spotting me early in the morning.

I couldn't help but smile at her as a greeting.

After the security check, I carried the piano on my back and was led by the maid to the study room of the young master. After ten minutes of preparation, the young master jumped in.

"Teacher, were you sick two days ago?" He consciously hugged his own little piano and sat down on the stool.

"Well..." I looked up at him, and suddenly saw the shadow of Jin Chenyu passing by on his face, and the smile on the corner of my mouth couldn't be maintained for a moment.

"I accidentally caught a cold before, but it's better now." After adjusting my mentality and discarding distracting thoughts, I walked over to correct his posture and started today's teaching.

Before, I kept telling myself that the danger is this island, the sick is Jin ChenYu, the young master is just a child, and all the pickling matters have nothing to do with him.

But I suddenly realized just now that it can't be unrelated. Sooner or later he will become part of this island, and sooner or later he will grow up.

He is still young now, like a pure and harmless deer, with no evil intentions, no worldly desires, and he is naughty and cute in everything.

But his father is a lion, his brother is a fox, and he is surrounded by snakes, worms, rats and ants. How could he be pure forever? In a few days, the deer will grow sharp horns, become aggressive, and become fierce. He will inherit his father's estate, become his brother's right-hand man, and dominate the empire of money.

In such an environment, even if he can't be a lion king, he can never be a weak deer.

At the end of the course, it was already windy and rainy outside. Chen Qiao turned the wipers to the maximum, but still couldn't see the road ahead, so he could only drive very slowly.

The dead branches and leaves were rolled up by the wind and supported by the rain. They fluttered randomly like hidden weapons, and smashed into the roof window at every turn, giving the illusion of driving in the center of the tornado.

I remember one time, in the second year of high school, it was raining heavily, and Ran Qingzhuang and I were trapped in the classroom without an umbrella.

I was worrying about how to get back, when Ran Qingzhuang's grandmother came to deliver the umbrella.

The old man brought one, and supported the other by himself. I thought it was enough, but I didn't expect it to be there.

"Hey, I didn't know you didn't bring an umbrella." The old man looked at his grandson, "Stinky boy, you have an umbrella with me, and the other one will hold you back?"

"No, no, I'll just wait for the rain to lighten up and go back by myself!" I hurriedly refused. As soon as Ran Qingzhuang came, he was very tall at the time, his grandmother only reached his chest, the height difference between the two was huge, and it was difficult for anyone to accommodate an umbrella. Second, the small umbrella can't hold two people, so if you give me one of the umbrellas, the two of them will definitely get wet after walking such a long way home.