Cannon Fodder Through Books

Chapter 149 The Good Show Is About to Begin

From nowhere, the sound of the piano suddenly floated.

Its voices chase each other until the last bar, the last chord, the last fusion.

The tune isn't that sad, and it's not that happy.

It is very quiet, carrying a touch of melancholy.

Nangong Yi got out of bed, approached the floor-to-ceiling windows, and put her hands on it.

"Canon."

he murmured.

This piece of music is very simple, so simple that even beginners can learn it quickly.

It may not be the most beautiful, but it is enough to make people listen quietly.

Behind it, there is a poignant love story.

Once upon a time there was a girl who thought that the boy she loved had died in battle, so she cut her wrists and followed him.

Unexpectedly, the boy came back alive two months later.

And this song was specially composed for her in his decadence and despair after learning the bad news of the girl's death.

It is a trick of fate that lovers cannot get married in the end.

Nangong Yi shook off her hand and snorted coldly.

He guessed that this piece was probably played by Su Qing.

When he went to Qi's house last time, he noticed a few piano scores under the table.

So, is that man missing the real Xi Xiao again?

It's really a good guy who keeps saying he can do whatever he wants, but he's still addicted to past love and can't get out of it.

But what a pity, Su Qing won't have another chance.

Because the real Xi Xiao will never come back.

Looking back, he noticed the faint light streaming out of the screen.

So pick it up, avoid the crack, and click on the message.

The latest one reads: Lord Ling, all the backup evidence has been sent to the Xiao family.

Nangong Yi gently rolled up the tip of her tongue, grinding it with her jade-white teeth, her brows and eyes were indifferent.

The fun is about to begin.

The luxury residential area on Beifu Road is less than one kilometer away from the city center.

A long line of street lamps inside, dimly bright and soft, not dazzling.

Someone is leading a poodle for a walk on the path.

In the nearest mansion, there was a slap sound, especially loud at night.

The dog trembled in fright, bared its teeth and barked.

He hastily tightened the dog leash and left the area in a hurry.

"How do I usually teach you?! I said that you should be a decent person outside and adopt people's hearts. You are so lucky, you dare to send people to attack the second son of the Nangong family again and again!"

The huge hanging lamp emits a cold white light.

There was a boy, kneeling on the ground, bowing his head towards the man in front of him.

On the peach wood round table behind the man, there were three document bags, two of which had been opened, revealing a few photos and a tape.

"It's fine if you have clean hands and feet, but look! What are these!" The man became angrier as he spoke, grabbed the photo with his backhand, and fell all on the young man.

The force was so great that it directly scratched the boy's jaw.

The photos fell down again, and one of them happened to fall in front of him.

Above, there was a deserted haystack outside the school, where lay a dying man with an iron rod in his hand.

"I'm sorry, father." The boy didn't dare to touch the wound, his knees were trembling, and his voice was only trembling due to the pain.

Since his father returned an hour ago, he ordered himself to kneel in the hall without explaining any reason at all.

At first, he simply thought that it was because his father's business was overturned that he would vent his anger on himself.

But only now did he realize that it was his own bad deeds that were completely exposed.

(End of this chapter)