"Huh? Why are you still biting?" Jin Chenyu said, but there was no anger on his face, and he was not in a hurry to break free.

It's like... playing with a small milk dog in the period of changing teeth, all the culling and biting are within the allowable range, but it is a kind of training for it to better catch prey when it grows up.

Jin Yuanbao clenched his teeth tightly and did not let go, his saliva soaked Jin Chenyu's sleeves.

At this moment, Steward Feng suddenly hurried in outside the door, bent over and said something in Jin ChenYu's ear.Jin ChenYu had a smile on his face, and his eyes turned cold almost instantly.

He hooked Jin Yuanbao and the leader pulled him away. He wiped his sleeves with a tissue and stood up and said, "Okay, let's not make trouble with you, and learn the piano with Teacher Ji. I'll see you next time."

The young master staggered backwards and fell to the ground, wiped his mouth indiscriminately, removed the fibers from his mouth, raised his head and made a strange face at Jin Chenyu.

"Don't come, I'll bite you again!"

Jin Chenyu looked really urgent, he didn't even have time to say hello, he turned around and strode out.

I didn't know what was going on until after the class, when I waited to the gate with my cello on my back as always, but Moshu was nowhere to be seen, and then I felt uneasy.

Logically, I shouldn't have linked these two small things together. Moshu might have fallen asleep and didn't arrive in time, or Jin ChenYu might have turned abruptly because an official they knew had fallen off the horse again. Change. But for some reason, there seems to be a sixth sense in my mind, which tugs at my thoughts and makes me uncontrollably thinking about the worst.

Did something happen to Ran Qingzhuang? Has his identity been discovered? Or is Kong Tan going to do something again?

I took out my phone in a panic, and was about to call Ran Qingzhuang when Moshu's car came and stopped in front of me.

He quickly got out of the car, put the piano in the trunk for me, lowered his head, and said in a strange tone, "Sorry, Brother Ning, I'm late."

When I saw that his nose was slightly red and his eyes were full of red blood, Yi Ding couldn't help but ask, "What happened?"

The vehicle drove out slowly, and Moshu could not stop her tears as she drove.

After all, he is also a handsome seven-footed man. Suddenly, he cried like Jin Yuanbao. How can I not panic?

"What's wrong?" I asked again, frowning.

"Ning, Brother Ning..." He choked out in tune, and finally the car couldn't go any further, so he had to double flash and stop to the side of the road, "Pineapple boy, dead."

He fell a thunderbolt, and I was stunned for a while before I realized that he meant that Chen Qiao was dead.

Everything was so sudden, shock overwhelmed all emotions, and I just thought it was incredible.

The Chen Qiao he was talking about was Chen Qiao who was still eating with us two days ago? Is it the lively and cheerful Chen Qiao who introduced himself as Pineapple Boy when we first met and asked me to call him Pineapple?

"Why..." As soon as I opened my mouth, I realized that my voice was hoarse, so I had to clear my throat and try again, "How could it be?"

"The specifics... I don't know, I only know him. He was in charge of escorting a batch of goods to the north, but he was targeted by the spy. They set up a card to stop him and asked him to stop... He didn't stop and drove off the road. , and later..." Moshu burst into tears, crying uncontrollably, "Then the car got out of control, and he even led the car over the cliff."

Moshu cried for a long time, I sat in the co-pilot, did not urge him, let him vent his overflowing sadness.

It may have been more than ten minutes before the crying gradually subsided. Mochi wiped his face and restarted the engine.

"One day, I'm going to kill those stinky policemen and avenge him!" His face was still filled with grief, and he punched the steering wheel with gritted teeth, with hatred that shocked me.

When I got back to my residence, I still felt like a dream, without any real feeling, I always felt that Chen Qiao was joking with me. As long as I'm vigilant, he'll jump out of the house in the next moment and yell "surprise".

However, waiting left and right, the house was quiet and no one came out.

This world just lost a young man named Chen Qiao...

I thought that he was younger than me, so he should live longer than me, but the world is unpredictable, and he has a shorter life than me who is sick.

I just... just bought him new sunglasses.

Would the ending have been better if he had been persuaded to leave the Jin family and leave Lion Island earlier?

I should have persuaded him that day.

I didn't have any appetite for dinner, so called the kitchen delivery service, and couldn't eat any more after just two bites of noodles.

Blindly kept switching TV channels, repeated several times, and finally selected a comedy variety show. I wanted to change my mood, but I couldn't laugh at all.

I huddled on the sofa and dozed off until late at night when I heard the door lock rattle and woke up.

Ran Qingzhuang pushed open the door and entered, facing me. He stopped for a moment at the door, he said nothing, walked in and took off his coat on the sofa, then turned into the bathroom.

The sound of water lasted for an hour. Seeing that he would not come out, I was a little worried and knocked on the door.

"Ran Qingzhuang?"

There was no reply, I guess it was similar to when I gave him ginger juice before. I heard it, but I just ignored me.

I instinctively pushed the door and went in. As soon as the door opened, I coughed twice uncontrollably due to the surging water vapor and thick smoke inside.

Ran Qingzhuang was barefoot, bent one leg, and sat down on the ground against the wall, with a lot of soot and cigarette butts falling beside him.

He looked up at me, and a white mist slowly spit out from his thin lips. There was clearly no words. His eyes were dry and his eyes were clear. It was strange, but I had the illusion that he would not be able to hold on any longer.

His body is full of strength, and his will is indestructible, but he is indeed exhausted and can no longer continue to disguise in front of others, so he has to hide in this only unmonitored space in such a clumsy way, and steal a short breath for a while.

I closed the door with my backhand, walked up to him, and asked, "Are you okay?"