On how to avoid being cannon fodder

Ji Haiyao and Ji Wenyuan have the same genes, but they have developed different personalities.

Maybe it's because he was used to by Ji Wenyuan since he was a child, Ji Haiyao is very cheerful and loves to laugh, even can be said to be naughty.

When I was five years old, I went to the Frost Academy for the first time, and took my little friends to dominate the freshman class, taking in a large group of small followers.

When I was seven years old, I got into a fight with the students who entered the previous year, and I beat him like a pig's head, crying and complaining to the teacher.

So Ji Wenyuan was invited to school.

The teacher and the parents of the students who were beaten originally wanted to discipline Ji Haiyao's parents for not teaching their children well, but when it turned out that it was the speaker, they fell silent all of a sudden.

Ji Wenyuan: "I'm sorry to cause you trouble. It's because I didn't teach the children well."

Ji Haiyao has always been very good to Ji Wenyuan: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't hit my classmates."

The parent was terrified, and bent down again and again: "It's okay, boy, it's normal to fight, we made a fuss about it. This small injury will be healed in less than half a day, and I'll trouble you to run away. It really shouldn't be."

Looking at the teachers and classmates' parents whose attitudes have changed drastically, Ji Haiyao realized for the first time how high his father's status is.

Ji Wenyuan talked politely with them for a long time, but under the desperate refusal of his parents, he had no choice but to leave only the ointment.

"Father, you are amazing, and I want to be someone like you too." Ji Haiyao said seriously.

Ji Wenyuan pursed his lips and did not speak. He just switched the suspension car to the automatic driving system, and turned his head to look deeply at Ji Haiyao.

Ji Haiyao knew that he was angry.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I will be obedient in the future." He was a little afraid of Ji Wenyuan's anger, so he immediately admitted his mistake.

Ji Wenyuan stared at him for a while, then said in a deep voice, "Remember your promise."

Since then, Ji Haiyao has become a lot more honest.

But the hormones of adolescence once again made him the "man of the hour" in the college. At the age of 19, he secretly used pocket money to buy an ancient musical instrument acoustic guitar, and then skipped class the next day and went to the bar to learn how to play the guitar.This time the teacher didn't dare to call the parents, but just sent a message to Ji Wenyuan to mention it tactfully.

So Ji Haiyao was fined to copy the school rules 20 times after returning home.

However, the punishment did not stop his restless heart - early the next morning, Ji Haiyao went to sing love songs to the courtyard flower of the spiritual department with his guitar in his arms, and he has been there every day since then.

Ji Wenyuan didn't know how long he had been tossing around, but he only met that girl once in the year they graduated, she was a very talented and beautiful girl.

Ji Haiyao has the same appearance as Ji Wenyuan when he is an adult, but as long as they know people, they will not mistake them.

The biggest difference between the father and son is definitely the time of marriage.Ji Haiyao and his father are almost two extremes. He married her in a flash on the day the school girl came of age.

Ji Haiyao still has a cheerful and outgoing personality, but as he grows older, he gradually becomes calmer.

But it was Ji Wenyuan's death that completely calmed him down.

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"Speaker, have you heard? The famous painter of the new generation, Yu Hanyin, admires you very much and held a painting exhibition just for you." The young assistant said with a smile.

Ji Haiyao put down his coffee cup, raised his eyebrows and said, "If there is such a thing, then go and have a look after get off work."

The assistant said, "Then I'll get you a biological mask."

Ji Haiyao smiled, shook his head and said, "Forget it, no need. Let's go after the art exhibition is closed at night, and ask the person in charge of the art exhibition to leave the door."

Yu Hanyin is a very imaginative painter, his paintings are full of light and warmth.

"Very nice painting." Ji Haiyao commented with a smile.

The assistant said: "The best painting is in front, it is said to be your portrait."

Ji Haiyao walked towards the direction pointed by the assistant with great interest.What catches the eye is a portrait of a person's height - a rare one with a large area of ​​black as the background, a beam of light casts from above, and outlines a vague outline of a person who seems to be in a dream.The person in the painting seems to be supporting the boulder behind him with one hand, lowering his head slightly, and raising his other hand forward, trying to touch something in front of him.

The most impressive thing about the whole painting is the pair of dark blue eyes.

It is as deep as the boundless night sky, with endless tenderness and mystery.

Ji Haiyao subconsciously stretched out his hand to put it in the hand of the person in the painting, but was stopped by his assistant: "Speaker, this painting cannot be touched."

Only then did Ji Haiyao come back to his senses, and slowly withdrew his hand.

"It's a painting..."

He stood quietly in front of the painting for a long time, staring into those deep blue eyes for so long that the assistant found it strange - even if the painting is really good, you don't have to stare at your own portrait for so long, right?

After a long time, Ji Haiyao withdrew his gaze, turned and walked out.

The assistant asked in surprise: "There is more in the back, don't you want to read it?"

Ji Haiyao said softly: "I don't want to read it. This Yu Hanyin, did he say why he drew this painting?"

The assistant replied: "It is said that because he had an accident when he was young, he thought you saved him.

Ji Haiyao stopped and said softly, "Be more specific."

The assistant checked: "On February 1938, 2, the demolition building was drilled and collapsed by purple sand insects. Yu Hanyin sneaked into that area and was buried alive. But when he was rescued, there was no wound on his body. The wall just protected him below. The strange thing is that when the rescue robot found the purple sand worm, those strange beasts were already dead. Yu Hanyin has always said that you saved him, and has regarded you as an idol ever since."

Ji Haiyao laughed lowly, shook his head and said, "That's not me, that's my father."

February 1938, 2, was the date of the death of the last Speaker of the Norman Empire.

How could you forget those dark blue eyes, how dare you forget them.

That is the tenderness like the night sky that only Ji Wenyuan has.