The boss's temper can be imagined through the screen, Xiaobei put his mobile phone in his pocket and felt uneasy.

It was he who was stupid. Who gave him the courage to ask such a thing? It's like someone who was planning to invite you to a barbecue and asked if you could open a bottle of Feitian Maotai!

Help, he won't be fired for this, will he?

Xiaobei paced outside embarrassedly, not daring to go in, for fear that Shang Jing would remember the sentence he said in the hospital, "The studio is fully reimbursed".

He doesn't go in... Shang Jing should be able to understand what he means, right?

Shang Jing didn't know Xiaobei's twists and turns, he just wanted to play the piano.

There was a display piano in the center of the ornately decorated hall. Shang Jing glanced at it and asked politely, "Can you try it?"

"This one has been tuned, you can try it."

Shang Jing sat in front of the piano and thought about it with his eyes closed. A lot of things flashed in his mind, but he couldn't grasp it after careful study.

When he tentatively put his hands on the black and white keys, the complete score automatically came to his mind, as if he had played it countless times.

The slender and white fingers rehearsed, and calmly touched the keys, "Croatian Rhapsody" poured out from between the fingers.

Dusk, ruins... Croatia after the war slowly unfolded in a passionate tune.

Those who can be shopping guides here have extremely high requirements for music literacy. As soon as listen to it, know that Shangjing is not an amateur player. "Crow's Rhapsody" can be played at grades 8 and 9 on the piano, but Shang Jing has restored the feelings that Maxime poured into the piano music, which belongs to the performance grade.

Big-name clothes, full-time drivers, performance level... The shopping guide is full of expectations for performance, and when the business scene is finished, he praises his piano tenth grade little prince with a lotus tongue, "This piano has a mid-range sound quality, and we still have the original. An imported Steinway performance-grade grand piano..."

"Do you think I play well?" Shang Jing asked.

The shopping guide has a sincere expression: "S City Concert Hall should have your place."

Shopping guides have seen many beginners buying pianos. Listening to them trying pianos is a torment to the ears. It is rare to have a master like Shangjing who has both skills and feelings.

"It's good if you play it well." Shang Jing thought thoughtfully, and when he raised his eyes, there was a cluster of stars in his eyes, "Thank you for the compliment, I'll buy it when I get divorced."

Divorce only makes money.

Shopping guide: "???"

She couldn't help thinking about the complete plot of a little prince who was trapped in a commercial marriage at the age of 18 and could not pursue his musical dreams. Because of his persistent struggle, his head was broken, and he could only secretly come to the piano shop to practice the piano to avoid the decline of his skills.

For a time, looking at Shang Jing's eyes overflowing with maternal love.

Shang Jing thanked the shopping guide again and again, and then left the piano shop quickly.

Xiaobei opened the car door for Shang Jing, a little embarrassed and didn't look into his eyes. He saw the eyes of the shopping guide watching Shang Jing just now, as if the boss had done something heinous to Shang Jing, and he was a bodyguard of the underworld.

He is so innocent.

Xiaobei opened the phone and wanted to reset the navigation, but was caught off guard and saw two new messages.

- He Jiang: ... What did the doctor say about his brain?

-He Jiang: Buy it if you want.

Xiaobei: "..."

So the phrase "Is your head okay?" is not to scold him, but to ask about Mr. Shang's condition at the right time?

Xiaobei remembered the eyes of the shopping guide again, help, he won't really be fired now, will he?

He immediately replied to He Jiang, "The doctor said it healed very well", then turned to Shang Jing and said, "Have you seen any piano? Our boss said he would buy it if he liked it."

Shang Jing: "No, let's go back."

Buying it now is also putting He Jiang's home, and the studio will pay for it. It may not be able to be separated when divorced.

"Really didn't see it?"

"Ok."

Seeing that Shang Jing's expression did not seem to be regretful, Xiao Bei started the car and went home.

There was nothing to say all the way. At the gate of the community, Shang Jing said, "You don't need to drive in, I'll take a walk back."

Xiaobei: "Okay, please pay attention to safety."

Shang Jing: "Thank you for today."

"You are welcome."

After waiting for the assistant's car to drive away, Shang Jing went to the peripheral fruit store to buy a box of fresh-cut fruits, and walked into the security room at the door.

He put the fruit box on the table, and greeted the security guards obediently: "I just moved in, please take care of me."

"It should be, it should be." The security guard quickly pulled out the chair and wiped it clean, "You sit and you sit."

Shang Jing didn't know that He Jiang had taken care of him for a round, and wondered why the security guard was so enthusiastic. After thinking about it, it might be like this in the villas of the rich.

He said that he was bored at home recovering from injuries, and sat there chatting with the security guard, how old was the child, where did he go to school, and by the way, he asked about He Jiang.

The security guard was of course impressed by He Jiang, "Mr. He has recorded two face recognitions in total. One is his manager and the other is you. The two of you must have a good relationship."

Shang Jing pouted, and sure enough, he is still a younger brother to the outside world.

He chatted a lot, as if inadvertently mentioned: "Which family's child is learning to play the piano recently?"

Shang Jing frowned and pretended to be disturbed.

The security guard immediately said: "It's the youngest daughter of the owner of Building A13. She is learning the piano. She practices for three hours every weekend morning. Have you been disturbed?"

But A13 and Mr. He's residence are far away, so they shouldn't be able to hear them.

Shang Jing shook his head: "No, I just heard it by accident. I also played the piano and asked casually."

Shang Jing left the security room, walked towards Building A13, rang the doorbell outside the courtyard, and stood upright.

From the house came the intermittent sound of the piano, out of tune and rhythmically.

The door was opened by a wealthy wife, because her daughter refused to learn to play the piano, and she was still angry. Seeing the harmless and beautiful appearance of Shang Jing, his tone subconsciously softened.

"Excuse me?"

Shangjing went straight to the point and offered himself a recommendation, saying that he was bored at home and wanted to find a piano tutor nearby.

When Mrs. Wang heard that he was He Jiang's younger brother, her eyes lit up. She felt that He Jiang was related to a grand master, and her daughter just got angry with a piano teacher, so she warmly invited him in.

Mrs. Wang's daughter was pressing on the piano while she was away.

Shang Jing said with a smile: "Little boy, can you let uncle play a song for you?"

Zhang Shishi: "Okay! Pretty brother!"

Shang Jing played a canon, with a noble and elegant gesture, and quickly captured the heart of the four-year-old girl, and decided to sit next to Shang Jing to learn.

It can be said that modern people are more or less Yan control.

But this face control only allowed Zhang Shishi to persist for half an hour, and then began to twist to eat, drink and go to the ground.

Shang Jing: "Don't you want me to be your teacher?"

Zhang Shishi hurriedly shook her head, her voice soft and cute with some discussion: "If you want, I, I'll go eat some ice cream."

...

Eight days later, Shang Jing taught Zhang Shishi to get started and could play simple tunes, and received 10,000 yuan from Mrs. Wang.

With 10,000 yuan in his pocket and a mask, he stepped into Huayue Brain Department.

Probably because of the neurology department, the environment affects people's brain state, so the hospital is very quiet, there are not many people, and the people who come and go have lightened their pace.

Shang Jing found the brain department, and when he saw that there was a doctor on duty, he knocked on the door and asked, "May I come in?"

"Please come in." A young and clear voice replied.

Shang Jing entered the door and saw a young doctor staring at the cranial imaging research on the computer. He looked gentle and elegant, and had a great temperament. The brand name placed on the table read "Indication, Fu Ya".

"Hello Dr. Fu, I take the liberty to disturb you." Shang Jing took out his hidden medical records, "I was injured in a car accident and lost my memory. The situation is special. The Second Hospital suggested me to come to Huayue."

"I don't have much money on hand, so I want to consult first, if it can be cured, if it costs too much-"

When Fu Ya raised her eyes and saw Shang Jing, she was obviously stunned for a moment, and said, "Show me first."

After reading the medical records quickly, Fu Ya asked Shang Jing a few more questions, and then frowned: "I may need to find more information from abroad and discuss it with the director."

Shangjing is more concerned about money, which determines his bottom line when he divorces: "Expenses..."

Fu Ya reassured: "I haven't come up with a plan yet. I can't say for now. If it's difficult for you, I will try my best to apply for a reduction or exemption for you. Don't think too much at this stage, so as not to increase the burden on your brain."

Shang Jing: "Thank you."

Fu Ya sorted out the medical records: "I am very interested in your situation. Would you mind keeping a copy of the medical records for me? We can add a WeChat account and I will notify you at any time if there is any progress."

Fu Ya seemed to understand Shang Jing's concerns, and said with a smile, "Of course, this is the consultation stage and there is no charge."

"Yes, but I hope you can hide my name. I don't want to reveal my amnesia to others for the time being."

"Protecting patients** is my duty."

Shang Jing felt that the doctor was an angel in white, so he quickly took out his mobile phone and added the first contact in WeChat.

Afraid that He Jiang would see it one day, Shang Jing specially remarked Fu Ya as "Barbecue Takeaway".

"Then I won't disturb you." Shang Jing stood up while thanking him, but when he was about to leave, he was suddenly stopped by Fu Ya.

Fu Ya stood up and stared straight at Shang Jing, "I take the liberty to ask, did you grow up in the United States when you were a child? You are a bit like someone I know."

"No." Shang Jing shook his head decisively and said firmly and proudly, "I am a native Chinese."

"Okay, sorry." Fu Ya still smiled and said goodbye to Shang Jing. The date of birth was not right, and he didn't have much hope.

When Shang Jing went out, he was still thinking, he guessed that it was because of Fu Ya's American friend, so the consultation went so smoothly.

He entered the elevator in a happy mood, feeling that he had a lucky bonus, and the medical treatment went smoothly.

The elevator went to the second floor, and the door slowly opened. Shang Jing looked down at the ground and thought about how to raise millions quickly. After waiting for a while, no one outside the elevator came in.

He looked up suspiciously and nearly died on the spot.

He Jiang put one hand in his pocket and blocked the elevator door with the other, staring at him with a smile.

! ! !

Heck! Isn't He Jiang filming!

He frantically pressed the elevator close button, but it didn't work.

Shang Jing said in his heart, "He can't see me, I put on a mask and removed the gauze, and my mother doesn't recognize me."

Without squinting, he slipped out from the side of He Jiang's body and ran into a corridor in a panic.

"What are you doing here?"

He Jiang frowned, stared at Shang Jing's back and asked.

Shang Jing ran away in a flash and disappeared.

"Stupid."

He Jiang laughed angrily, turned around slowly, and caught up.

Shang Jing scurried around, only to find that this corridor was a dead end, and the doors of each room were closed tightly. Unless you jumped down, you had to go back the same way.

Ah, this... He Jiang should get into the elevator, right? It was he who was too nervous, how could he care about his life and death?

Shang Jing glanced carefully from the corner, just in time to meet He Jiang's expressionless expression blocking the exit.

"..."

Scary.

Shang Jing calmed his heartbeat, raised his chin, and preemptively said, "What are you doing here?"

He Jiang: "Visiting the doctor, how about you?"

Shang Jing summoned his courage: "I heard that some men like to lie about working overtime, but they are actually fooling around outside. Come and see."

He Jiang laughed: "Come to the brain hospital to fool around? Is my brain abnormal?"

Shang Jing whispered forcefully: "It may be that your little lover needs to see a brain department."

like me.

In the end, he thought aggrievedly, that his wife would not accompany her when she was ill, so she went out to work for half a month and came to the hospital to see who.