Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

The girl's long hair was blown by the wind and brushed against her cheeks.

Her dark eyes stared at Wen Can unblinkingly through her hair.

In this vague gaze, Wen Can slowly said: "Actually, I didn't reject her when I was a child."

"It's just that after my mother passed away, I kept hearing her stories in my dreams."

“Those bizarre and wonderful ideas that connect the universe also connect every sleepless night of mine—the more magnificent and brilliant her stories and paintings are, the more difficult my nights become.”

The man leaned back in his chair and turned to look out the window. "Maybe I'm too petty and cowardly. Over the past few years, I've unconsciously begun to reject hearing her name and seeing her works."

"..." Ye Kong still stared at his profile and asked, "Knowing that the glasses can't cure your insomnia, why do you still use them? And from what you said, you should use them quite frequently."

This time, Wen Can was silent for a long time.

When Ye Kong thought he would not answer again, the wind brought his voice as quiet as the bottom of the sea: "It can't cure insomnia, but it can cure forgetfulness."

“I don’t want to forget my mom,” he said.

Ye Kong stopped talking.

On the contrary, Wen Can turned back after a moment and said, "But, you are also a painter, so you should also like the Undead Monster, right?"

"Hmm?" Ye Kong, who was deep in thought, said subconsciously.

"After all, objectively speaking, the Undead Demon is indeed a very talented painter." His tone became much more relaxed, "The project she recently cooperated with us made me a lot of money."

"..." Ye Kong laughed.

Wen Can asked in confusion: "What do you mean by your sneer?"

"It's meant as a compliment." Ye Kong remained calm and asked, "She has made money for you, so will you continue to cooperate with her in the future?"

"..." The man frowned subconsciously, "If business cooperation can be considered cooperation."

"'Stellaris' has become a huge hit, even gaining popularity overseas. Once there are more updates, we can start adapting it. Whether it's a film or animation version, Starfly will definitely try to get investment at that time - but it's not my turn to discuss these in person, and there will be no contact even if there is cooperation."

Ye Kong: Haha.

"..." Wen Can turned to look at her, "You are indeed sneering at me, right?"

"You heard wrong."

Ye Kong leaned against the car window with an expressionless face and did not speak another word the rest of the way.

·

By the time we got back to the coffee shop, it was already late.

They each washed up and occupied their own floor.

Wen Can was sitting in a booth in the last row, studying something on his computer. The fluorescent light from the screen illuminated his face, and his deep and calm eyes seemed to contain countless dark and turbulent emotions.

Ye Kong, who was upstairs, kicked a large ornament that suddenly appeared as soon as he went upstairs.

It was a black Steinway piano with several pots of flowers neatly arranged on top.

Ye Kong stared at the piano and stood there for a few seconds before walking over.

There was indeed a sticky note stuck on the piano cover, and the scrawl on it was obviously left by Qu Wu.

[Knowing that you are not in a hurry to move out, we have prepared some complete equipment for you so that you can play the piano to vent your emotions whenever you want. The new home will also be furnished for you. 】

There is also a cheesy smiling face drawn on the back.

Ye Kong looked at it for a while, tore off the sticky note, tapped his fingers twice on the piano cover thoughtfully, and then opened it.

Looking down at the row of black and white piano keys, Ye Kong sat down on the piano stool.

She was in a daze for a long time, and when she raised her fingers, she seemed to feel nothing. But when her fingertips pressed down and the black and white keys sank under her hands, the melody became natural.

·

Wen Can was checking the progress of the latest project when the piano sound came.

He was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously looked upstairs.

Following the stairs that extended upward in the dimness, he could only see some hazy flowers.

But the piano melody flowing down from it reminded people of the silver river and the whales in the river spreading their huge wings and splashing the water.

Wen Can gradually came back to his senses.

He turned his head and looked out the window. In the hazy night, the street lights and tree shadows seemed far away. Occasionally, college students returning home at night would pass by and glance over here. Some even slowed down their pace involuntarily outside the door, took out their mobile phones and started recording video and audio.

Looking at the figure that stayed there for a long time, Wen Can suddenly felt that although he had never thought about this question carefully, was Ye Kong's genius underestimated or even ignored by everyone?

The last time I heard her play the piano was a long time ago at a wine tasting party hosted by Du Ruowei. At that time, she only made some adaptations to Lin Xinzhou's music, which made the eldest daughter of the Lin family, who had always been on the edge of the circle, become her staunch supporter.

But today, at this moment, what he heard was a completely original melody.

Wen Can thought of Ye Kong's bank cards again, and couldn't help wondering: Is she making money from selling her songs? Then she should have a vest in the music industry? Are there any great online composers recently?

Thinking of this, Wen Can subconsciously wanted to search the Internet.

And he actually did it.

The company's financial statements and messy reports were all overwritten, and for the first time his computer was used to search for things that had nothing to do with work.

But after searching for a while, Wen Can found nothing.

He didn't think he guessed wrong, he just thought he hadn't found it yet.

At this moment, the melody upstairs suddenly and quietly changed its style, becoming lighter, warmer and more imaginative.

Wen Can stared at the computer and listened unconsciously. He felt that the song sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember what it was.

Gradually, his eyelids became heavier for some reason.

The note seemed to carry sunshine and breeze, passing through the sea of ​​flowers with a faint fragrance, surrounding him bit by bit, blurring his vision, then blurring his sense of smell and touch, and finally even the note itself became hazy and distant.

Outside the French window, a moth flew into the streetlight.

Inside the window, Wen Can fell asleep in front of the computer.

·

I can’t describe how I feel.

While playing the piano, Ye Kong kept thinking about Wen Can's words.

“I can’t cure insomnia, but I can cure forgetfulness.”

Before he formally studied psychology, Ye Kong had heard about it from someone.

“Forgetting is the self-protection mechanism of human memory.

Because the human brain is so small, if everyone could remember every minute from birth, everyone would become crazy. "

The young man sat under the tree and said to her:

“It is because of forgetting that we can walk out of all kinds of pain.

The faces of important people will gradually fade in our memory.

The lost treasure will gradually lose its sense of existence.

This is an irreversible human instinct and memory instinct. "

·

But Wen Can was resisting this instinct.

Ye Kongxiang.

Even though the pain was unbearable, even though he had a mild case of PTSD about my fairy tales, he still continued to torture himself calmly.

——Just because I don’t want to forget.

He loves his mother very much.

Ye Kongxiang.

What kind of love is this?

Knowing that the person is already dead and no matter how much he remembers her, he cannot bring her back to life, yet he still allows himself to be trapped in pain, without any desire to get out of it.

She thought of Fang Siwan again.

It had just been a while since they last met, and when she thought of the name again, it actually felt a little strange.

But she knew that this was not a self-protection mechanism of forgetfulness, she was just purely indifferent and didn't care about that person.

It’s weird.

Is it true that human emotions are not automatically connected just because of blood ties? Or is this only true for her?

Where is Wen Can?

Does Wen Can love her because she is his mother, or because his mother is particularly worthy of love?

Ye Kong couldn't help but be absent-minded when he thought of the stick figure on the draft book that he couldn't bear to look at closely.

Although she didn't understand it yet, for some reason, she always had a feeling that Ms. Chi Wandao must be a pretty good person.

Not a good mother or a good wife, but a good person.

Maybe only good people are worthy of love?

When Ye Kong thought of this, his heart skipped a beat.

——It’s over. I guess I’m not a good person?

Ye Kong became more and more irritable, and the notes he played gradually turned into a storm of raging anger.

Not until her fingers began to ache did she finally stop with an unhappy look on her face, closed the piano cover, got up and went downstairs to drink water.

I just walked to the bar with a cup in hand and took a casual glance. I thought I would see Young Master Wen who was working hard and energetic, but what I saw was a silhouette lying on the table.

Ye Kong: ???

·

Ye Kong almost put the cup in the wrong place, and it fell empty before she came to her senses and rescued it, then gently placed it on the bar.

A soft "click" sounded clear enough in the quiet night, but the figure remained motionless.

Ye Kong raised his eyebrows and walked over there.

Wen Can really fell asleep.

Lying on the table like a student.

Ye Kong looked from left to right and then from right to left in front of him, feeling very fresh.

Finally she bent down and looked at the profile of the face that was slightly illuminated by the screen.

From the forehead to the brow arch, to the closed eyes, to the bridge of the nose and lips.

He looked quite tired, yet he was sleeping peacefully, his eyelashes were long and straight, casting a small hazy shadow under his eyes.

Ye Kong looked at him and involuntarily moved closer, stretching out an index finger until he could feel the touch of his eyelashes with his fingertips - very soft, like a small brush.

Ye Kong subconsciously fiddled with her up and down twice, but the man still didn't wake up, and his even breathing brushed against her skin.

"You can fall asleep in such a bad environment. I don't think your insomnia is that serious." Ye Kong took back his hand and looked at the time on his computer. "It's not even one o'clock yet. I haven't slept yet."

The girl curled her lips and resisted the urge to wake the person up.

She stood up and turned to look out the window. The dim street lights supported a hazy and blurry world like a film.

Inside the window, the flowers on the table were lying quietly. The dim light lingered on them, making the flowers look like blooming dreams one after another.

Ye Kong put her hands behind her back and tapped her fingers unconsciously a few times. After a moment, she quietly went upstairs to get the palette and paintbrush.

She had painted a large sea of ​​flowers on the wall near the door, but the rest of the wall was left empty.

Ye Kong held the palette in one hand and a stool in the other and walked to the corner of the last row. She sat on the small stool, staring at the wall for a while, and then started painting without any warning.

Time passes by second by second.

In the night sky, the stars are rolling and the clouds are changing.

In a quiet and empty coffee shop, one person is sleeping in a dreamless dream, while another is painting awake.

Occasionally a drop of water fell from the faucet behind the bar, making an empty cry in the night.

·

Its daybreak.

Wen Can opened his eyes to the sound of ping-pong knocks on the door, and was stunned for a long time amid the scolding before he finally realized the problem.

——Is it daybreak?

He stood up, startled by the sound of bones cracking in the last second, and in the next second his attention was attracted by what he saw.

——Right opposite the booth where he was, on the wall that was previously white, a huge whale jumped out of thin air.

The blue ocean is covered with waves, seagulls are flying, and in the distant sky there are sails hoisted high.

I couldn't see the people on the boat clearly, but I could see a shadow standing on the top of the sail with his right hand raised and waving, and a hat blowing in the wind on the deck.

In the near distance, the whale leaping out of the sea is covered in waves, and even the tiny wrinkles and scars on its fins are lifelike.

Near it, under the deep and clear sea surface, you can vaguely see several huge shadows - just looking at them makes people feel as if they can feel the warm sea breeze and hear the long cries of these huge creatures as if they came from ancient times.

The sea water flowed across the entire wall, over the glass window, and extended behind him until it completely surrounded the booth.

Wen Can's pupils contracted and moved slowly. He stared at the blue and forgot to react for a long time. Until another crackling sound of knocking on the door was heard, he looked up slowly.

·

"Ye Kong! I told you I'm here to apologize! Open the door for me!!!"

The door of the coffee shop was firmly locked.

There was a person sitting behind the cashier counter, staggering and playing with her mobile phone. She played the game without even raising her head, and only turned around slowly to look over after she finished the game.

Outside the door was Jiang Ning, the eldest lady who had cursed at her at the Qin family banquet.

She had been there for quite a while, knocking on the door loudly, but Ye Kong only remembered to pay attention to her now.

"No, I don't need your apology."

"Do you think I came here on my own? It was my dad who forced me to do this! He even asked me to learn from you!"

"Oh, really? Then your father is quite rational. I don't know why you didn't inherit any of that from him."

"...You! You scolded me?"

Jiang Ning was so angry that her face was about to twist, and her face was almost pressed against the glass: "Open the door for me!"

Ye Kong retracted his gaze and rushed in without asking any questions.

Jiang Ning: ...

Miss Jiang pressed her face against the glass door, staring at her like a ghost for a long time, her teeth clenched until they made a creaking sound, and after a while she managed to squeeze out a vague but not strange voice: "I beg you."

"What?" Ye Kong asked, "I can't hear it."

"...I beg you!" Jiang Ning slapped the glass door, almost crying out of humiliation, "My dad said that it will only count if he sees a photo of you and me, otherwise I will have to keep chasing you to apologize until you forgive me - you probably don't want to see me every day, right?"

Ye Kong: ...

"Then your father is quite weird, no wonder you are also a weirdo." Ye Kong said leisurely, "But Miss Jiang is so energetic when she scolds people, she doesn't look like a good child who will obey. Can't you just ignore your father?"

“…I want to, too!”

Unexpectedly, Jiang Ning's expression became even more humiliated. He grabbed the door handle and stared at her through the glass, saying with shame and anger: "But my dad stopped my card! I don't have a penny now!"

Ye Kong: ...

Ye Kong turned his head and looked her up and down, and said, "So what? What does it have to do with me?"

"…If you help me, we can take a photo together, and I'll give you money after it's done!"

"Do you think I'm short of money?" Ye Kong asked casually, "How much?"

Jiang Ning: ...

She choked hard, then gritted her teeth and said, "Three hundred thousand!"

"Less." Ye Kong said.

"Half a million!"

"hehe."

"One million! No more!" Jiang Ning was horrified. "My pocket money has already shrunk a lot! One million is enough for me to use for a month!"

"..." Ye Kong had a look of disinterest on his face and played with his phone for a long time.

Before she could make a decision, Qu Wu arrived.

Thinking that Jiang Ning was a rare customer, Qu Wu asked in surprise as he opened the door, "How could a customer arrive so early today?"

As soon as the glass door was opened a crack, Jiang Ning squeezed in like an octopus, pounced on the cashier counter, and raised his phone to take a selfie.

Ye Kong looked up expressionlessly, revealing a sneer that looked like he was not going to mess with you.

Jiang Ning happily bowed her head and said to her father: "Who wants to give you so much money! I will just transfer 100,000 to you when the time comes."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to leave, but when she reached the door, she froze again, turned around slowly, and asked Ye Kong with empty eyes: "You... why are you not smiling?"

Her father's reply was flashing brightly on her phone.

[Look at the expression on his face. Does it look like he forgives you? Not even a single smile on his face. Take it again!]

[Have a proper attitude! Don't be so frivolous! ]

Jiang Ning felt hopeless and asked in a faint voice, "Can you... smile?"

Ye Kong: ...

Listen to what you are saying?