"Di … Da da, di da di da da … Hmm, how's this melody …"
"Very good."
"Very good?
Hmm, write it, write it … But I feel that the last part is a bit weird. If I change it to di da di da … Would it be better? "
"Hmm, it's indeed better than the previous one …"
"Please!
Jiaming, don't always talk to me, okay!
I want your opinion!
Opinion!
You're so good at composing, but you're always patronizing me!
I also want to write a good piano piece! "
"But I compose based on my intuition … For example, I can intuitively think of a sentence, think of how to sing it in my head, and then compose it naturally. This is all intuition … I can't wait to share some of this intuition with you …"
"Only a little?"
"Alright, I'll give it all to you …"
"That's more like it … Hmm, I'm still depressed. You're a genius, I'm a fool …"
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Lingjing, who was wearing a loose shirt and white silk pants that only reached her knees, fell on the bed with a bang. Her hair was disheveled, and her slender hands and bare feet were shaken by the vibration. The pencil in her hand brushed against the glass of water on the bedside table. A moment later, Shasha, who was sitting next to the bedside table to finish her summer homework, jumped up.
"Ahhhhhh … Help —"
Jiaming, who was eating canned oranges on the other bed, froze for a moment. He watched the two girls scramble to save their exercise books and draft books, desperately slapping the water stains on them.
Then, the more aggressive little she-wolf stood by the bed with her hands on her hips, while the seemingly weaker little white sheep lay on the bed. Their eyes met, and sparks flew …
"Ye Lingjing, are you itching for a beating!"
"I, I, I … You, you, what are you doing …"
"My summer homework … Didn't you say that you didn't have any inspiration for composing?
Don't worry, you'll have it soon! "
"Help …"
Lingjing turned over and prepared to escape from the other side of the bed. However, Shasha had already pounced on her and hugged her waist from behind. Amidst the screams, Jiaming almost spat out the food in his mouth. He was stunned as he held the can of food in his hand. At this moment, the two girls were struggling on the bed. Lingjing screamed and wanted to escape, but Shasha pulled her back every time. The feeling of one in front and one at the back … uh, it was very interesting …
Not long after, Ling Jing, who was already feeling guilty, was flipped over by Sha Sha. Sha Sha viciously pressed her under her body and began to mercilessly abuse her. In the ward, cries for mercy, cries for help, and even moans could be heard.
Jiaming looked at the bandage wrapped around his chest and began to innocently eat the can of food … No, no, no, don't call me, I'm powerless … Not long after, with the sound of the door opening, the two girls on the other side of the bed suddenly stopped. Duan Jingxian, who walked into the room, stared blankly at the scene of her daughter being bullied and closed the door.
"Uh …"
The two girls sat up from the bed, their clothes and hair a little messy. Lingjing's shirt even had a button torn off, and the laces of her bra were exposed. Both sides were in a deadlock for a moment. Shasha smiled embarrassedly and retreated from the bed. She held up her soaked summer homework and began to complain, "Lingjing spilled water on my homework."
"I already apologized …" Lingjing sat on the bed and shrunk her collar in embarrassment. Then, she subconsciously shrank her snow-white neck. However, this action was obviously a little too obvious. Just now, Shasha had already planted a few eye-catching strawberries on her neck. Duan Jingxian was even more stunned. Jiaming held up the can of food and raised his hand. "Actually, it's like this … the two of them are homosexuals."
Such straightforward words had some effect. Mama Ye smiled sourly and smacked Jiaming on the head. "Don't talk nonsense. You guys … Are you feeling better today?"
"I want to be discharged from the hospital."
"Don't even think about it!" Mama Ye, Lingjing, and Shasha shouted at the same time. Jiaming was so scared that he shrank his neck back. "You're a gunshot.
Although you've been exercising and your physique is much better than the average person, ten days is still a little too short. Don't worry, Ya Han will help with the registration for school, right? You just have to stay here. After all, the Zhang family paid for this … If you want to be a doctor in the future, the first thing you have to learn is how to hospitalize patients. Haha, you should experience it well … "Mama Ye rolled her eyes at Jiaming. Her tone softened. She placed her palm on Jiaming's forehead and began her daily routine of checking and nagging." That's a gun. Although it's honorable to act bravely for a just cause, don't take advantage of it next time. No matter who is caught, whether it's your family or a good friend, the most important thing to do is to call for help. That day when you were sent to the hospital, I was scared to death. If something happened to you, how would I explain it to your parents … "
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Ever since Jiaming was injured, Lingjing and Shasha moved their daily activities to the hospital. They took care of Jiaming, played, read, and did their homework here. There were two beds in the large ward. Jiaming took one, and the two girls took the other. Sometimes, Lingjing slept here, and sometimes, it was Shasha. There were also times when the two girls squeezed into the same bed to rest. It looked a little ambiguous, and it was inevitable that outsiders would speculate. However, to those who were familiar with them, the three of them were friends. They had been friends since elementary school and had not changed since then.
For Ye Han and Duan Jingxian, they already knew that Shasha was Jiaming's girlfriend. They also considered that it would be inappropriate for their daughter, Lingjing, to be here with him. However, Lingjing was adamant, so they could not do anything about it.
In one's life, it was rare to have one or two friends who could be trusted completely. The two of them had such a friendship with Jiaming's parents. Now that Jiaming's parents were dead, they had always regarded Jiaming as their own son. Now that Jiaming and Lingjing had such a good relationship, they were naturally gratified to see it.
Jiaming's physique was very good, so good that even Duan Jingxian, who was a doctor, was surprised. Ye Han, on the other hand, regarded this as the result of her training and the result of Jiaming's hard work. Even if he did not dare to hit people, the training process was always there. The spirit of China's martial arts was not to hurt people, but to cultivate the body.
He recovered well within a week after the operation. A few days after that, Jiaming insisted on being discharged from the hospital. Every time, he would inevitably be nagged by Luo Jiaying for half a day, until Ling Jing learned from Luo Jiaying.
"Humans are born by their mothers; demons are born by their mothers. When a demon has a kind heart, it is no longer a demon, but a human demon … Shasha, do you understand? Wah, mom, don't hit my face!"
In fact, just after Jiaming's operation, Lingjing and Shasha cried bitterly for two days.
After crying, because Jiaming's condition was good, the two girls recovered their cheerful and optimistic attitude. However, something happened one night, which made Jiaming feel a little guilty.
It was the night of the sixth day after the operation.
Because the two were too busy a few days ago, they basically took turns to keep watch. Every day, they lifted the quilt to see Jiaming's wound wrapped in gauze, or sat by Jiaming's bed to talk.
On the sixth day, of course, his chest was not good, but for Jiaming, who had experienced countless life and death situations, as long as he did not meet a top opponent in this state, there was basically not much danger.
That night, the two girls' chaotic state from a few days ago also came to an end, so they accompanied Jiaming in the hospital together.
Jiaming had one bed, and the two girls squeezed in the same bed. In the middle of the night, Shasha seemed to be a little uneasy, tossing and turning in bed. This kind of thing naturally could not be hidden from Jiaming. She got out of bed to drink water twice, and once to go to the toilet. After getting out of bed for the last time, she walked to Jiaming's bed, moved a stool, and sat down. Then, she held one of Jiaming's hands and directly fell asleep on the edge of the bed. It seemed that because Jiaming was beside her, she did not wake up naturally this time.
When Jiaming opened his eyes, his black hair poured down on the white bedsheet. There was a very good moonlight outside the window, sprinkling in silver powder. He used his other hand to stroke Shasha's hair.
Then, Lingjing woke up on the other side of the bed, lying on her side and looking at the scene on the other side of the bed.
Jiaming whispered a few words to Lingjing, then let Lingjing carry Shasha back to the bed to sleep. Lingjing walked over and gently patted Shasha's shoulder, but she did not wake up. After waiting for a while, Lingjing reached out to hold Shasha's legs, and the other hand reached under her armpit — after all, she had learned martial arts, and Shasha's body was not heavy, so it was not a big problem to carry her.
Suddenly, Shasha screamed, startling both Jiaming and Lingjing.
Her voice was hoarse, weak, and hoarse. The moment Shasha's body was lifted up, Jia Ming suddenly felt the hand that was hugged by her tighten. Then, large drops of tears overflowed from her eyes. As she screamed in her sleep that others couldn't understand, her hand crazily grabbed Jia Ming and patted the wound on his chest several times through the quilt. No matter if it was the quilt, the bed sheet, or Jia Ming's body, as long as she grabbed something, she would desperately pull. Finally, she hugged Jia Ming's body fiercely, murmuring in her sleep that others couldn't understand, and wailed loudly.
Jiaming had only seen a similar situation with Shasha once before.
That time, they were caught by Cao Dongfeng and his son. When Cao Dongfeng beat up Jiaming, Shasha's hands and feet were tied to the chair. She struggled and cried on the chair, and then finally knelt on the ground with the chair. That time, she cried and begged for mercy while carrying the chair inch by inch towards Jiaming, dragging a long trail on the ground.
It seemed to be similar to the situation this time.
His chest was hit by Shasha, so it was naturally painful. Shasha hugged him tightly as if she was using all the strength in her body. However, listening to her cry, Jiaming suddenly felt a little helpless. No matter how experienced he was, he could not cope with the situation in front of him. Lingjing gently comforted Shasha's back. "She had a nightmare …" Her voice was a little choked, and then she complained to Jiaming for the first time in several days. "You bastard …"
Not long after, Shasha woke up, and the two girls hurriedly checked the condition of Jiaming's chest. Shasha cried and apologized, saying that she did not do it on purpose.
No one mentioned this incident after that. In this world, some things were only suitable to be remembered and did not need to be mentioned.
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Ya Han came to the hospital on the second day after the operation. She also came on the third day, the fifth day, the eighth day, and then she did not come again. It was probably because she was organizing the opening of the Sacred Heart College, or because she saw Lingjing and Shasha's haggard faces and their laughing faces when they were playing.
She always said the same thing, saying thank you, saying sorry, saying that she should not have said or done that before, saying that she would still accept her as a friend, and so on.
Occasionally, when Lingjing and Shasha left, she would sit by the bed and seem very quiet. Her gaze was a little complicated, as if she wanted to say something abrupt, but in the end, she could not say it.
His relationship with Ya Han was the most chaotic one that Jiaming had ever felt since his rebirth. He could not pretend in front of Ya Han, and he was probably even more embarrassed than Ya Han. In a sense, he also felt a little bit of Minamoto No Yoritomo's feelings.
However, no matter what, they were friends again. Although it was meaningless, they should not be too cold to each other when they met in school in the future. What a boring thing — he did not like this feeling, but obviously, knives, guns, and killing tricks were useless in this kind of thing.
Liu Zheng was actively preparing for a war with the Sanqing Group. However, a few days later, they took the initiative to ask for peace talks. Huawei lowered their stance very much. After a round of negotiations, Liu Zheng, who was originally prepared to fight to the death, agreed to these things. After all, they finally confirmed that they were not behind Scar's incident, and the grudge between the two groups was temporarily resolved. Whether Ye lian and the rest of the National Security Agency were involved in this was not something that Jiaming, who was in the hospital, could know.
He wanted to take revenge on his own. He did not want Liu Zheng to create a big problem for him. If he investigated and found out that it was indeed the Sanqing Group that ordered Scar to find Ya Han, he could kill him at any time.
Xun returned to Jianghai on the afternoon of the third day. When she rushed to the hospital, her hands were wrapped in gauze, and her legs seemed to be a little inconvenient.
The two of them did not talk much. After that, Jiaming read a new martial arts novel on the bed and did not pay attention to her. Xun just sat by the bed, quietly watching Jiaming's every move. There were not many things in the suitcase, and if someone looked carefully, they might be able to find a trace of satisfaction in Xun's slightly gentle face. Only in front of Jiaming did she show such an expression.
The few excerpts of their conversation were as follows:
"What happened to your hands and feet?"
"I got into a fight with my family."
"Test?
I thought that Tian Yu would find a way to let you avoid it.
Did you deliberately get injured?
Are you trying to hide your strength? "
He shook his head …
"Then I'm very disappointed. With the level of your family's test, if you go all out, you should be able to win. Basically, it's one match at a time, and they won't gang up on you."
"… Gu Jun, are you concerned about me?"
"Of course I'm concerned about your strength, but … if you want to set me as your first toy, I think you can be a little more reserved. I seem to prefer a girl who is a little reserved."
"Yes …"
After that, Xun came over every day. She did not have much interaction with Jiaming. Occasionally, she would help to get food, peel an apple, and talk more with Lingjing and Shasha.
Dongfang Wan also came twice. The factory had reopened. A few days ago, it rained heavily, causing a landslide next to the factory. Fortunately, it was not a big problem. She told Jiaming not to worry and to recuperate well.
With God as his witness, Jiaming had never worried about the factory.
Dongfang Lu also came once. Lingjing apologized to him, saying that Jiaming was a little emotional on the day of his injury and should not have thrown away his clothes.
After that, September.
A new semester began. Year two of high school.