Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

In the coffee shop next to Shidong Airport, the old man said to him after leaving his assistant and Chuxia, "Are you going to inherit my mantle?"

"Piano is just a hobby, it will not become my profession."

"Nothing is absolute. Life is so short, why do you want to live for a career? Shouldn't you live for happiness? Be my apprentice."

"Thank you, but sorry."

"You like that girl, don't you?"

"..."

"Music can make people forget the pain, and I can make you turn your interest into a profession, and it is a profession respected by thousands of people."

"..."

"Think about it, and answer me when I return to my country, and I will find you again."

He still vividly remembered the dialogue in the cafe. I still remember the first time I touched the piano, that piano was brought out of the house of a guy who couldn’t afford loan sharks. When his fingers touched the keys, the sound and the touch would last his life. Unforgettable.

From the morning, the sky was gray, and by noon, there was a sporadic drizzle.

The yellowing reeds on both sides of the strait were blown by the wind, making a "rustling" sound, which only increased a little sadness.

"It's raining." The captain looked up worriedly at the sky. The team members were still salvaging unremittingly. The third batch of people had already been changed, but there was still no news of An Chuxia.

Since last night, Han Qilu has been silent. At this time, butler Han also got on the boat, staring at Han Qilu all the time, for fear that he would do something when he collapsed.

The atmosphere was as heavy as the current sky, and it was so dark that it was hard to breathe.

The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. Butler Han glanced at Han Qilu, and leaned closer to remind him: "Master, your phone."

Han Qilu was taken aback, his dry lips moved. He hurriedly took out his mobile phone, but the caller ID displayed on the screen made his freshly lit eyes dark. The phone still works when dropped into the water. He took a deep breath and slipped his fingers. Moe Xiaonan’s voice instantly came from the phone: "Master Qilu, I want to ask, when can I see me in early summer? Huh? Couldn't it be you who didn't let her come? There are not many reporters at the entrance of the hospital, so let her accompany me."

It seems that Xiao Mingluo is still hiding things from her.

Han Qilu put his hands on the side of the motorboat, and his hands were heavy on the side of the boat, and the joints were horribly white.

"She...coming on her period, her stomach is uncomfortable, so she won't come to the hospital today." Han Qilu's tone was extremely flat, no different from the usual tone.

"Okay, but why is her mobile phone turned off?" Meng Xiaonan sighed and said: "She must have forgotten to charge it. You can remind her for me, then I'll hang up and change the dressing."

"Okay." After Han Qilu finished speaking, he quickly cut off the phone.

The phone was thrown on the boat casually by him, and he gasped for breath, which terrified the housekeeper Han: "Master! Master, how are you?! Don't scare me!"

Butler Han's face was full of nervousness. Just when he was about to make the motorboat turn around, Han Qilu stopped panting.

"Master, are you okay? What happened just now?" Housekeeper Han looked worried.

The wife was still falling asleep because of the injected drugs. Han Liuhai had been with her, so he was asked to accompany Han Qilu to avoid any problems. If something happened to Han Qilu, how would he explain it to the Han family!

The Han family is the only seedling of the young master, and must not let the young master accident.

"I'm fine." Han Qilu's face turned blue, but stood up straight, and shouted at the captain's boat not far away: "Stop salvaging!"

Everyone looked at each other, wondering why this young master suddenly said such a sentence. The captain also looked over with a puzzled face, but no one stopped their hands. They are the most professional life-saving team and salvage team. They will not stop their work just because of a single word.

"Master, what are you..."

Housekeeper Han was about to ask, Han Qilu glanced over indifferently, but Housekeeper Han had no choice but to silence.

At this time, don't interrupt and ask.

Han Qilu tightened his fists, and said blankly on his face: "Why do you want to salvage people if you are not dead yet? Shouldn't you hurry up and look for them now?"

Indeed, he had been walking downstream last night, but after two or three o'clock in the morning, he was also a little scared. If someone is gone and sinks down, aren't they getting farther and farther from An Chuxia?

Therefore, when the fleet changed from tracing people to salvaging, he did not make any comments and just sat in silence.

But Meng Xiaonan's phone slapped him awake like a slap in the face. Anyone in this world can give up An Chuxia, but he absolutely can't give up her! If even he gave up An Chuxia, then there is really no hope.

The captain hesitated, and ordered the sailor to drive the salvage boat to Han Qilu.

This fleet is divided into two groups. One group is a motorboat group, which is responsible for finding people, such as looking for people in the reeds on the shore and on the wide river. The other group is the salvage team where the captain is. After finding someone to no avail for a period of time, he began to use various tools to salvage. Of course, after the salvage team is activated, the motorboat crew will also give up tracing people and start salvaging.

But salvaging shows that people have no hope of living.

It's been one night, and with such a cold water surface and such a rapid current, the possibility of An Chuxia being alive is really too small.

The salvage boat where the captain was slowly approached. The captain did not use a loudspeaker, but directly said loudly: "Master Han, it's been a night. We all found that far outside the city, but there are still no people. I found it. There are a lot of aquatic life here. If people are really gone, they have to be rescued as soon as possible, otherwise, people will only...not even have dignity."

He tried to say the word "death" several times, but seeing Han Qilu's hazy expression, he was held back several times.

"Doesn't your lifesaving team have a team training?" He almost didn't listen to what the captain said. Han Qilu frowned, "It was only one night, so you gave up?"

The captain standing next to the ship was taken aback. His ship was taller than the motorboat, so he looked at Han Qilu condescendingly. But this teenager who was a few rounds younger than him gave him a great shock. The innately strong aura and those words made him fall into thinking deeply.

They mentioned it in front of Han Qilu last night. They have a team motto called Don’t Abandon, Don’t Give Up, let Han Qilu rest assured.

But today's behavior is completely contrary to the team training.

Although they were considering not allowing the corpse to sink for too long at the bottom of the river, these considerations just gave up the idea that An Chuxia was still alive.

Awakened the dreamer with a word, the captain's eyes lit up, picked up the loudspeaker set aside, straightened his waist and shouted in fullness: "Everyone stops the salvage, and the salvage boat and motorboat line up. , The space between each boat or motorboat is five meters, which has polished your eyes for me!"

"Yes!" everyone replied in unison, with a strong atmosphere.

Housekeeper Han hesitated and sat next to Han Qilu.

"Qilu." He said, not the young master, but Qilu.

In other words, he is now speaking to Han Qilu as an elder, instead of speaking to Han Qilu as a steward of Han.

Han Qilu also noticed this. He quickly retracted his gaze on the surface of the vast river and turned to look at the housekeeper Han: "Uncle Liu, what's the matter?"

"Qilu, if I say this, you may be upset. But Uncle Liu, I have to say something." The housekeeper Han took a deep breath and said sternly: "Anything in the world can happen. Early summer is still alive. This is It is possible, but the early summer is gone. It is also possible. I hope that no matter what the result is, you can stand up strong."

In case the people in early summer are really gone, he also hopes that Han Qilu can live strong and bravely.

Instead of giving up on yourself.

No matter who has left, those who are alive should continue to work hard to live, because the sun will still rise. Apart from the person who left, there are many people around you who care about you.

He hoped that Han Qilu would understand these principles.

"I see, Uncle Liu." Han Qilu tightened his palms, his deep eyes flashing with unbearable grief: "But, until someone is found, I won't give up. Unless, really like that. result……"

Butler Han nodded heavily.

I hope people are there, I hope...

Not far away, the sound of the motorboat rang, followed by the sound of humans and water, mixed with various sounds.

"Many people, many boats..." I don't know who said this, and everyone's eyes immediately looked upstream.

A large number of ships and motorboats are coming here, some with the Han's mark and some with the Xiao's mark. Various groups such as the Ling and Xu have sent personnel, ships and motorboats to look for them. These things are very rare in this city, so many have gathered in a moment, I am afraid they were transferred from a foreigner overnight.

All of a sudden, everyone's confidence rose by more than half.

In the advanced intensive care unit of the central hospital.

"Old man, why do you always sleep so that I can't even watch TV." Seeing Grandpa Xiao opened his eyes, Meng Xiaonan complained very dissatisfiedly: "Since I am afraid that others will disturb you, why let me The same ward as you."

Seeing Meng Xiaonan’s dissatisfied expression, Mrs. Xiao smiled faintly: "Girl, at your age, you should not indulge in these useless idol dramas. These idol dramas are fake. If you want to experience it, you can go. Call Mingluo, don't look at this useless thing, it's just a blind look!"

Reality is much different from idol drama, okay? In the idol drama, an intractable disease can be cured by the actor by reading a book and grabbing a few herbs. Can it be the same as reality?

Really!

Pedestal old man!