Against the current Hengdao

In the early morning of the second day, Yan Xiaodao got up and washed himself with cold water as usual, then unpacked the two large boxes of electrical appliances he had brought earlier, and installed them for Yan's home.

The four brothers who came with him had just enjoyed an authentic public-funded outing "farmhouse fun". They slept until the sun was high before wandering over from the entrance of the village early, and asked with a smile: "Boss, is this trivial matter of installing electrical appliances?" Work for you? Let's do it!".

"No need." Yan Xiaodao glanced at the group of people, "Did you spend all your cigarette money online to play games last night? Did you reward those goblin faces? Did you come here for alms?!"

The younger brothers laughed loudly: "No—yes, we have wages and salaries, so we don't need you to buy us cigarettes! Brother, you can save your salary to buy flowers for someone else!"

Yang Xifeng changed his words when Yan Xiaodao kicked him out of the door while clutching his buttocks: "No, no, I mean send flowers to someone!"

Yan Xiaodao took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, broke it in two, stuffed the other in his mouth and chewed.He is a little used to "smoking" in this way now, and he will not spread the bad smell of smoke and fire to affect someone.He concentrated on doing things, connecting wires and repairing circuit boards, which is what a man in the family should do.

There is no one else in the family, but Yan refuses to follow his son to live in the city, and stubbornly wants to stay in this land that does not bring any pleasant memories.Yan Xiaodao hired a nanny to cook for the family, a worker who came to do some rough work every week, and a gardener who took care of the flowers and plants in the yard. They were all familiar and reliable villagers who took care of each other, but Yan was still used to cooking and cleaning by himself.Sofa covers with exquisite fabrics, various embroidered cushions, and an embroidered dust cover on every electrical appliance in the house are enough to show the hostess's ability.

Yan's mother is not old at all. In the villages far and near, her oval face with thin eyebrows and eyes is very gentle and beautiful. She didn't worry about getting married at first, but her life was not kind to her.She couldn't help but came over to wipe his son's sweat for a while, came over to feed a glass of water for a while, came again after a while, and brought a plate of corn cakes.

Yan Xiaodao said: "Take it, I will eat it later."

Yan said, "Open your mouth."

Yan Xiaodao then opened his mouth and gnawed off a cake in two bites with his mother's hand.

Ling He was sitting at the dining table, looking at the flowers and plants outside the door, all his attention was on this warm picture of a loving mother and a filial son.There are some things in this picture that he has never experienced before, and he can't tell whether the feeling is melancholy or sad. It seems that he shrinks instantly and becomes an ignorant and ignorant third-grade elementary school student. After learning to comprehend slowly, the heart can also be soft.

There are not many opportunities for him to slowly comprehend here as a toddler, the fate is so shallow.

Ling He moved himself to the ground, and sat on the floor to accompany Yan Shi to pinch leeks and choose beans.He doesn't know how to cross-legged, he has never learned it before, and his two long legs are stretched out in a very unrestrained posture. The sense of presence almost occupies the entire living room of the small rural building. If he chooses a bean, he will stretch his posture, which is quite the air of a young master. The room Almost can't contain him.Yan's mother also quietly looked at Ling He, looking at Ling He's legs, and specially stuffed him with roasted sweet potatoes and local specialty sugar collapse beans, and she also saw that this handsome guy was the best!

When Yan Xiaodao was going out of the yard, Yan Shi suddenly saw the right moment and asked in a low voice, tentatively: "Baby, you also work for them? Are you working with Xiaodao in that company?"

Ling He nodded naturally: "Yes."

Yan's mother stared at him closely and asked: "Did you go on a business trip with him this time? Do you often go on business trips?"

Ling He felt that he should nod, right? "...Yes, Auntie."

Yan Ma obviously leaned forward, staring at him with a mixture of worry, anxiety and dissatisfaction, her eyes slipped down and looked at his crippled legs in shock, as if she quickly realized something very important.Yan's expression was very sad at that time, he hesitated to speak, and said in a low voice: "Good boy, don't follow him to do things in the future, college students, what's wrong with you? Such a beautiful child, you look like your legs... Don’t follow him in the future, what are you doing earning so much money?! It’s not the same as before when you’re rich and rich, what’s better than anything?…”

Ling He understood it in his heart, and comforted him calmly: "Auntie, Yan is always a very good boss, smart, capable and righteous, you don't have to worry about him."

Yan's face was full of entanglement and anxiety. This anxiety was by no means an occasional emotional injury. It seemed that he had been tortured by disappointment, exhaustion and helplessness for a long time. It must have been ten or eight years.

Perhaps, from the day Qi Baoshan came back to find him, Yan's anxiety began and increased day by day.She has been vaguely heard and seen all these years, and she is neither deaf nor blind!To put it bluntly, 50 cash is tantamount to "selling" the rest of his son's life to Lord Qi.In the depths of Yan's heart, the two of her mothers just changed to a usury creditor. The creditor changed from the black-hearted and rotten coal mine owner to Qi Baoshan who kept his mind hidden. There are countless debts of favor that can be repaid in a lifetime!

Yan Xiaodao quickly returned to the house, and Yan Shi immediately shut up and said nothing, but dared not mention anything in front of Xiaodao that would cause discomfort between mother and child... After all, this son is not born by blood, dare to say?Are you eligible?Who did you turn your face on and ran off to find someone?

As it was approaching lunch time, Yan said that he was going to Christ Church to attend a lunch meeting with his brothers and sisters, and asked them to go back to the city.

Ling He directly suggested: "Auntie, we two will go with you."

When going out, Ling He whispered to Yan Xiaodao: "Today is not the weekend, and churches generally don't hold luncheons."

Yan Xiaodao came to his senses: "Oh, right?"

Ling He whispered: "Mr. Yan, your mother has something on her mind, and she is worried about you, so she went to the church to find someone to talk to."

The Christ Church at noon on weekdays was completely different from the crowded vegetable market the day before, and finally restored the sanctified and dignified white house style under the sun.Every hour, the bell rang hoarsely, telling the vicissitudes of a century.

After practice, the amateur choir came down from the stage.

Pastor Qiu, who presided over the church, greeted the faithful and guests kindly. He looked elegant and his smile was like a spring breeze.

Ling He actually didn't believe this, but he saluted Pastor Qiu very politely.He understood very well in his heart that for a woman like Yan who came from a humble background but was rejected by fate in every possible way, she has spent most of her life crying blood and working hard after mishaps, and now she can only depend on her adopted son and a pile of graves on the mountain. She will not give her last hope and belief in life. Who else can God the Father give?To others, who deserves to bear her faith?

The Church of Christ was quiet, as expected there was no luncheon, the sun shone through the multicolored glass windows, and the exquisite murals on the dome radiated light that penetrated people's hearts.

On the stage where the choir is practicing, there is a piano. The corners look quite old, but it can still be used.

Yan's mother deliberately praised her precious son, saying: "Xiao Ling, have you heard of it? He can play the piano!"

Yan Xiaodao was about to change his face when he heard it, and hurriedly hummed: "Mom! I can't, Mom..."

Yan's mother was surprised: "You play very well, son!"

Ling He raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "Oh? Really?"

Yan Xiaodao winked in embarrassment: "Mom, I actually don't know how to play... I don't know how to play the piano at all!..."

Yan asked Pastor Qiu to enter the hut with her to pray and confess, leaving the two of them in the empty church hall.

But in the eyes of a mother, her child is the best in everything, and she can't help but want to show off any talent.Especially in this bumpy little place, I haven't seen much of the world of Western classical art, and I can play a few piano pieces, which is enough to go out and brag to the villagers in the mountains.

Ling He looked at the excitement and looked at Xiaodao with a deep smile: "Don't be modest, Mr. Yan, I really thought there was a clumsy man who could only use a knife to chop meat and firewood. Blind me, in a blink of an eye, the true face of literary youth will be revealed."

"Heh... it's okay, you!" Yan Xiaodao knew that he couldn't escape today.He's not stupid, you can even think about it with his toes, you brag that you "can play the piano" in front of a young master who drank foreign ink and grew up in a European and American aristocratic academy?It's like playing tricks in class, don't you think it's not enough to show embarrassment?

Since he was a child from a poor family, how could he have the conditions to learn piano?Like his family, can he afford a piano?

After he grew up, he accompanied his mother to church to pray every week, and took time to ask Pastor Qiu for advice.Pastor Qiu was kind and kind, willing to guide him.He became a monk halfway, half a bottle of vinegar, he didn't know basic fingering, and he couldn't read the music score, but to be honest, Yan Xiaodao was extremely talented in all technical and strength events that required the use of both hands and fingers, and his memory was very good. It came out of pure talent and rote memorization.

Ling He persisted: "You play one, I'll listen."

Yan Xiaodao frowned and held back a smile: "I really can't play well, so you, an expert, must have laughed at me! Hmph, then you might as well just laugh if I don't play!!"

Ling He applauded the venue and sang a few times, then asked: "What kind of music do you practice?"

What song are you practicing?Yan Xiaodao honestly confessed: "I can only play three and a half chapters of the piece!"

Yan Xiaodao put his left hand on the keys and played some bars casually and smoothly.Ling He found out that what Xiaodao said was true, this man really only knows how to play three and a half pieces! "Fur Elise", "Radetsky March" and "Carmen Overture" can go down, but the more difficult Chopin, Mozart and Liszt absolutely can't.Yan Xiaodao loves and admires Master Beethoven who wrote "Sonata of Destiny" very much. However, this piece is also difficult for him. He can only play the first half of the first movement, and the latter gets stuck.

Yan Xiaodao burst out laughing embarrassingly at himself, feeling that ten fingers were not enough on the keys, he played the second half upside down amidst Ling He's ridicule, which could drive Beethoven from the grave come alive.

As if it was natural, Ling He leaned on crutches and sat down beside Yan Xiaodao, Yan Xiaodao gave up half of the piano bench to this person without saying a word.

Without discussing and communicating with words, Ling He slid out a few bars of "Carmen Overture" with his right finger like water, and glanced at the knife.Mr. Yan's repertoire is not very rich, but this one is the most suitable for four-handed playing, so he can only use this one.

Yan Xiaodao likes this kind of music, it is joyful, high-spirited, majestic, and it is particularly hearty and joyful to play.He doesn't like songs that are overly literary and feminine, and even played so suffocatingly that he hangs his chest like a breath, and prefers rough and straightforward.

The four hands of the two were stroking the row of keys with enthusiasm, fast and slow, knocking every note into each other's heart.

They all buried their true hearts deeply, their faces were extremely stern and reserved, but their chests were filled with joyful and joyful feelings and filled with pain. It was so wonderful to enjoy the happy movement of life at this moment.

For Ling He, this is just the last few bars of carnival between him and Yan Xiaodao before stepping into the dark movement, with the hearty "Carmen Overture" reaching a climax and finally drawing a rest, it is enough... He Therefore, I put in extra effort, let my emotions flow freely, and have no scruples.

Yan Xiaodao has excellent looking hands.

Ling He didn't need to look at the keyboard at all, and read Yan Xiaodao's hand with undisguised eyes.His Adam's apple trembled, and he couldn't help but want to get into the piano. It would be worthwhile to be the row of keys by himself.

Yan Xiaodao was also distracted, wondering what he was thinking... When he played again for the second time, he began to leak sound, his fingers moved erratically, and the playing was bumpy.Ling He frowned and glanced at him, Yan Xiaodao couldn't hold back his joy at this sweep, and laughed apologetically all the way.Ling He inserted a "Yi Yang Zhi" to help him make up the sound, Yan Xiaodao felt that this was a blatant humiliation to the novice!

Later, Ling He showed off his "Turkish March" alone, which directly turned Mr. Yan into a scumbag.

It's just that there is no one to help solo, Ling He needs to stretch his right leg with both hands, and let his right foot press on the sustain pedal.The legs were inconvenient, so the other two pedals gave up and did not play.

Yan Xiaodao also heard that Mr. Ling must have studied rigorously since he was a child. No matter how hard he practiced, he should have practiced for more than ten years.If he hadn't been dragged down by the old piano in Christ Church, Ling He could play it more beautifully.The ten handsome and slender fingers are incomparably nimble, like affixed talismans and fairy water, playing a piece of Mozart lively, elegant and full of oriental sentiments, the music is full of pure childlike innocence...

The two secretly played the piano for a while behind their mother's backs, and half an hour later Yan came out of the hut with reddish eye circles, repenting and praying inevitably touched the sad past.

Ling He handed the pastry plate he had eaten to Mama Yan, and asked her to sit down for a while: "Can I also go in and confess, Pastor Qiu? If you can allow me to be presumptuous and devout to the Lord, I have something to say." Wanted to share it with you."

Yan Xiaodao raised his eyebrows in surprise, didn't he arrange this in advance?

Pastor Qiu's name is Qiu Wenlan. He is one of the few prestigious intellectuals in the small town. He is not young but his face is not wrinkled. He has faith and maintains an open-minded and kind heart. Perhaps it can really make people ignore the time. erosion.Pastor Qiu nodded with a smile and gestured.Ling He seemed to have prepared a plan, and looked back at Xiaodao: "Mr. Yan, can you come with me?"

……

There is no strict secret room confession ceremony in the Christ Church, it is just a confiding prayer among church members. Yan Xiaodao suddenly realized, does Ling He want to take this opportunity to say something to him?

In the pastor's living room, Ling He greeted Qiu Wenlan's loving eyes and routine opening remarks. At that moment, he was very calm and talked eloquently: "Lovely Lord, Pastor Qiu, there is no repentance, it's just a burden on the soul. There are too many sins, I feel very tired and want to get rid of the burden! What I said today is just a hypocritical and empty excuse, and it will not change the fate of my future life in any case.

"Before the Lord, I am just a small and ugly sinner. For the past ten years or so, I have been harboring certain evil thoughts in my heart, depressed, and unable to dispel and escape. There is a wild fire of anger, narrow desires, vigorous desires hidden in my heart. Ambition, wanting revenge... Sometimes these evil thoughts make me very painful, and sometimes they make me eager to try, hoping to get what I want."

Yan Xiaodao's Adam's apple twitched, perhaps telepathically, he guessed what Ling He wanted to say.

Pastor Qiu was a little surprised, but still covered Ling He's with his generous and warm hands: "Son, the Lord will be pleased that you are willing to speak out, and your desires and thoughts will gradually be relieved by talking and praying."

"Pastor Qiu, you are wrong." Ling He shook his head with a smile. I couldn’t get rid of it before, because I have nothing but them! My family has suffered accidents, my life has been broken, my father was killed by an adulterer, and my family and wealth have become empty dreams. His death made me Over the past ten years, I was forced to start this tortuous, tortuous life of hiding. I still have to rely on others to look up to my enemy’s pity and occasional charity. All the good things that should belong to me have long since passed away with the past and the wind. The heart-piercing incident many years ago that I want to forget is always embedded in my mind, and the life I want to get back will never come back.”

Yan Xiaodao couldn't help it anymore when he heard this sentence, his face changed completely, black eyebrows were embedded on his pale face.He wanted to cover Ling He's mouth, the tenderness from a moment ago disappeared!

He really wanted to say to Ling He, if you just want to talk about this, why didn't you tell me?Why don't you speak to me privately?For you, I can think of anything you want me to do...

He suddenly felt that he knew too little about Ling He, or that he knew too little about Master Qi?There are many things that he has probably been excluded from the very beginning, and he has never fully understood, and some things are completely beyond his cognition level and control ability.

The experienced Pastor Qiu was also shocked, his lips murmured, trying to comfort Ling He who was in a state of excitement: "Poor child, the Lord will forgive your entanglement and hesitation. Let me ask you for the Lord, your setbacks Can you find another way to solve it?"

Ling He shook his head again, sitting in a dignified posture, with a confident and powerful smile between his brows and eyes, holding back for too long, unable to conceal his excitement: "I will solve it in my own way, and I will look at those humble and ugly souls , burdened with the sins of their own lives, one by one went to perdition, tragically cast out of this world in a way they deserved."

"Linghe!" Yan Xiaodao yelled depressingly, it was very uncomfortable to hear, and he stood up suddenly.

He regretted entering this room, and regretted bringing Ling He to Christ Church.

After hearing some words, you can't pretend that you haven't heard them. The intimacy and charm that the two of them had before disappeared in an instant, and they began to peel off the bloody flesh and blood in this world to reveal cruelty.Just a few minutes ago, they were sitting side by side in front of the piano, and a row of keys was enough to talk to each other.

"There are also those demons who have deliberately hurt me, humiliated and bullied me. I will let them perish one by one and be reduced to ashes in the wildfire." Ling He turned to Yan Xiaodao intentionally or unintentionally while speaking, his eyes filled with excitement. A venomous smile that frightens people, "Mr. Yan, those are all the brats you are familiar with. They yelled and scolded each other in the casino, watched me bid with mocking and scornful faces, stepped on my body, tore and trampled at will. I have not forgotten my dignity, and I will never forgive them. Their bodies will also rot little by little along with their corrupted souls, leaving no foul-smelling dregs behind."

There are two glaciers flowing in Ling He's pupils, indifferent and elegant, his voice is gentle, without showing his fangs, but every sentence he utters makes people shudder.

"..." Yan Xiaodao said hoarsely, "Linghe, I didn't expect that the incident on the boat would hurt you so deeply. It was because I didn't take good care of you. I'm really sorry. Can we talk alone?"

Ling He stared at him with an unbearable aura, making Yan Xiaodao feel that he is the one who needs to hold the priest's hand and confess his crimes at this moment.

"Heavenly Father has the most merciful heart for the living beings in the world. The Lord will forgive you, my child... I sincerely hope for the Lord that you can be free..." Pastor Qiu's voice trembled slightly, and he kept looking at Yan Xiaodao, unable to help Understand whether this is just a piece of nonsense or a personal grudge between two young people.If it is combined with the worries that Yan’s confided to him in private before, all this is even more shocking. It’s just that due to the moral integrity of the clergy, Pastor Qiu cannot disclose it to each other.

Ling He made the last elegant speech: "Pastor Qiu, I have too many evil thoughts, and these are just the tip of the iceberg. Every time I look up to the Lord who bears the cross for us ordinary people, I feel extremely ashamed. It should be the one who was crucified to pay the debt for the ugly souls of the world and my own sins. My blood will be the most devout sacrifice to the Lord in the future.

"All the troubles I have now are just that I can't hold the person I respect and look up to in my arms as I wish. The spiritual harmony, the attraction of the body and the companionship of the soul are like shadows in the end. I sincerely repent to the Lord and hope The person I really respect will be able to tolerate and forgive me after understanding all this in the future... Amen."

Pastor Qiu is a decoration in the room, every word of Ling He is told to Yan Xiaodao.

……

When the group of them came out of the Christ Church, Yan Xiaodao was silent, his hands were clenched tightly, and he was in pain, his body was in a fog.

He tried to grab Ling He's elbow quietly from behind several times, pulling the man aside to talk, but Ling He shook off his restraint without leaving a trace, and even turned his head to give him a polite and innocent smile.That kind of reserved and politeness seems very alienated, far away, and the intimacy and softness of sitting on the piano bench before, is the difference between the distance between a short distance and a dozen miles.

Ling He's face was calm, and he was chatting and laughing with Yan's mother, as if nothing happened in the pastor's room just now.Walking out of the solemn church full of mystery and re-exposed to the early spring sunshine, it seems that you are stepping back into the world full of fireworks in the world, and everything around you shows a vibrant face like a cocoon. The world is so beautiful.

Yan Xiaodao wanted to talk to Ling He again, but he didn't know where to start.Ling He has freely switched to the daily mode of being harmless to humans and animals at home, and he is not given a chance to talk again.This person is just two faces, two bodies, each living in two parallel worlds, with moodiness, anger, love and hatred, which is always unpredictable.

Yan Xiaodao has lost his judgment, what kind of Linghe is he holding in his hand? ... This person has never really been held in his hands.

Several younger brothers parked their cars at the entrance of Christ Church, and those people leaned against the car to smoke, and they looked like the lazy cats beside the boss.

Seeing Yan Xiaodao coming out, Yang Xifeng hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Brother, is your phone turned off? I've been calling you all the time."

Yan Xiaodao remembered that when he entered the church, he muted his mobile phone out of courtesy. At this time, several missed calls and unread text messages appeared on the screen.

Liang Youhui said: [Xiaodao, my dad asked me to come over on a business trip, and I just happened to come and play with you for a few days!Dude gotta treat me, right? 】

Jian Mingjue said: [Mr. Yan, last time we left on the boat, you left without even saying hello?Brother, I have been thinking about you, come out to play golf some other day?I have good "imported clubs" and "golf balls" that can be lent to Mr. Yan for free use! 】

Liang Youhui's father was the richest man in Yandu on the Forbes list, named Liang Tong.Of course, the real super rich have deeper red and green backgrounds, and companies that engage in ranking gimmicks cannot dig out their backgrounds.But Liang Tong's being on the list is also a well-known fact in the circle that he has a rich net worth.

But Jian Mingjue was either short of money or short of business. This was a busy job. He stopped playing cards and started to use golf to organize his rich resources and assets.

The liaison secretary of Watanabe Yangshan also harassed him with phone calls and text messages for two consecutive days: [Mr. Yan, when will the business contract you promised our boss last time be fulfilled?May wish to invite Chairman Qi to come out together and discuss in detail. ] Of course, this is not the self-assessment of any secretary. It can be seen that the old man is greedy, and he will not give up even if he has one breath left.

Yan Xiaodao actually received another secret message from Director Bao, and asked without going to the village or shop: [Now it's not just about the number of people, can you recognize the knife? 】

Yan Xiaodao really wanted to directly block Mr. Bao's Bao Qingtian's number, he was really afraid of what would happen to Mr. Qingtian who couldn't be offended.

It seems that a large number of people are idle people's business, but one after another, one after another.