When I wake up, the actor has a cub

Wei Ruqiu was taken aback by his actions, and quickly got up to hug him back, and apologized to Qin Ke.

Qin Ke stood up, and Wei Zhizhi watched him leave.Wei Ruqiu hugged Wei Zhizhi, a little strangely: "Zhizhi, you can't do such an impolite thing."

Wei Zhizhi nodded with a half understanding.

The Lin family had no real heir, and when Lin Hong collapsed, the Lin family disbanded, and Qin Ke didn't spend too much energy.He took the glutinous rice balls to see Duan Congzhi.

They come every week.

The weather was very cold, the glutinous rice balls were lying in front of the cold tombstone, Qin Ke touched Duan Congzhi's photo, it was cold.

Wei Zhizhi started to learn the piano. The teacher said that he is very talented. Whether it is true or not, mothers always want the best for their children.Wei Ruqiu asked Qin Ke if he could help him get the invitation letter for his teacher's concert.

Mr. Smith no longer holds large-scale concerts in public, but occasionally organizes friends to hold a small concert with an audience of no more than 30 people.

They don't even need to be in the concert hall, but on the grass in some piano room. He said that music should return to life.

The time and location of his concerts are uncertain, and it is not easy to participate, but for Qin Ke, it is just a matter of words.

Duan Congzhi's obituary was not sent to the old gentleman. After Qin Ke forwarded the invitation letter, Mr. Smith called Qin Ke and asked, "Is this child Dan's student?"

He wanted to call Duan, but couldn't make it clear, so he called Duan Congzhi "Dan".For example, one of Duan Cong's spoken English was not good at the beginning, so he used Chinese to communicate with him, and he was also called Mr. Shi.

The two masters and apprentices talked about each other, and Duan Congzhi collapsed every day, but Mr. Smith liked this student very much, and believed that true art would not be blocked by language. It was at that time that Duan Congzhi made up his mind to Learn English.

Qin Ke touched the photo frame on the table.

"Why do you say that?"

"He played the piece I taught Dan."

"You know, Dan is very good. It was a verse I played casually. He actually remembered it. Even I forgot it. If it wasn't for this kid to wake up my memory."

Qin Ke paused with his fingertips, his gaze rested on Duan Congzhi's face in the photo frame, Congzhi had never seen Wei Zhizhi.

Why would he know.

Qin Ke said, "Cong Zhi passed away."

Mr. Smith was very surprised, and then expressed his regret. His current musical concept was born of Duan Congzhi. He always yearned for the grass outside and asked him many times: "Why do we have to play the piano in the house? You say music is fun, but I want to hang out now."

Qin Ke said: "I would like to invite you to play the last piece for him."

Mr. Smith agreed.

"You can bring your new disciple."

In fact, Mr. Smith did not accept Wei Zhizhi, but he already believed that Wei Zhizhi was Duan Congzhi's student, and Qin Ke said so, so he simply accepted Wei Zhizhi. What he didn't tell Qin Ke was that this child is actually not good at music. Duan Congzhi's talent, he can't distinguish different notes after listening to it once.

He brought Wei Zhizhi to Qin's house together.

Qin Ke was waiting for them in the piano room, Mr. Smith was playing, Qin Ke was listening, and Wei Zhizhi looked at him curiously.

After playing, he called Uncle Qin, and Qin Ke said, "You play."

He gave Wei Zhizhi a piano score, and Wei Zhizhi said shyly, "I don't know how yet."

He has only just begun to learn.

"Play whatever you want."

Few people would not listen to what Qin Ke said. Wei Zhizhi could barely read the score. He stumbled and played according to the score, looking up at Qin Ke from time to time.

Qin Ke was not looking at him.

It wasn't him, Congzhi wouldn't be like this, Congzhi wouldn't be cautious about him, even when he first came to Qin's house, he wasn't like this.

If it was Congzhi, when he said to play casually, he would just press the keys at will regardless of the score.

Qin Ke closed his eyes, and when Wei Zhizhi finished playing, he stood up and said, "Thank you."

Wei Zhizhi didn't know why Uncle Qin thanked him. He didn't play well, so he was a little embarrassed. Qin Ke nodded slightly, and then left the piano room.

Ying Xiaozhong didn't know why the third master asked him to take care of the children. He could only take dogs. He thought sadly, and he didn't know whether children were afraid of dogs.

Wei Zhizhi is afraid of dogs, but Ying Xiaozhong gave him the frisbee to play with the glutinous rice balls, which was explained by the third master.

Ying Xiaozhong was stunned when Wei Zhizhi threw the frisbee. Most people throw the frisbee far away. Only Duan Shao likes to throw the frisbee to high places. So does Wei Zhizhi. Duan Shao picked up the glutinous rice balls in his hand to play with.

Tangyuan jumped up and grabbed the frisbee, and ran towards it non-stop. When it came over, Wei Zhizhi stepped back a few steps, tripped him, and sat on the ground.

With his hands behind his back, he looked nervously at Tangyuan, who tilted his head to look at him, as if he was in doubt.

Ying Xiaozhong went to help him, turned around and found that the third master was there, Qin Ke took the Frisbee from Tangyuan's mouth, and said to Xiaozhong, "Take him back."

Wei Zhizhi only stayed at Qin's house for one day and then went back. He felt that this uncle was a bit strange. He asked him to play the piano and let him play with the big dog, but he still felt very kind.

After that, Wei Zhizhi often received gifts from Uncle Qin.

Qin Ke took the glutinous rice balls to the cemetery.

"is it him?"

Tangyuan didn't understand what he was talking about. It rubbed against the tombstone with nostalgia, and lay down in front of the tombstone. Qin Ke touched his head and said nothing.

Qin Ke began to read psychology-related books and consulted frequently, but his doubts could not be resolved by psychology.

He began to study religion and theology again, and even asked many experts in the religious field to talk with professors who study religion. The outside world gradually spread that the third master had been clean for many years, and finally he was going to escape into Buddhism.

This is not right. Before Duan Congzhi left, it was normal for them to say this, but after Duan Congzhi left, no one knew Qin Ke's feelings for him.

Qin Ke stared at the corner of the study in a daze, and suddenly realized that the sofa there was gone.

Uncle Ying is no longer in the Qin family. The new housekeeper Tao respects him very much. He knows how powerful the third master is, but after entering the Qin family, he has never seen the third master get angry, and gradually he is relieved.

It was the first time he saw Qin Ke like this. Qin Ke was always calm. Now, he rarely suppressed his anger: "Where is the sofa?"

Butler Tao didn't know why, so he asked cautiously: "What does the third master mean?"

"The sofa in the study."

Housekeeper Tao is inexplicable, is there a sofa in the study?Even he seldom entered the study, let alone others, only the cleaning servants would go in, but no one would touch anything in the study, let alone such a big one as the sofa.

Butler Tao was even more puzzled because based on his experience of entering the study several times, he had never seen a sofa.

Butler Tao hesitated and said, "I've never seen a sofa in a study before."

According to the furnishing style of the study room, it would be a violation to put a sofa in that corner.

The sofa disappeared.

Not only the sofa, but when Qin Ke went to Duan Congzhi's bedroom, all the traces belonging to him disappeared. It seemed to be just an ordinary room.

Qin Ke had a few more mental evaluations. Except for one doctor who said he might be a little anxious, everyone told him that he was healthy.

He is healthy?Qin Ke went to Bailou with a cold face, opened the ancestral hall, and took out the genealogy inside. There was nothing next to his name.

Duan Congzhi's name disappeared.

Traces of Duan Congzhi's existence are disappearing, except for the photo in his study that he looks at every day.

When Cheng Yu reported the itinerary to Qin Ke, Qin Ke said, "Tomorrow is..."

Cheng Yujing waited for the next sentence, Qin Ke paused, and then said: "Tomorrow is Congzhi's birthday."

The name was suddenly unfamiliar, so strange that before he spoke, he subconsciously paused to confirm that what he wanted to say was indeed this name.

Qin Ke's expression was not good, and Cheng Yu thought it was because he had forgotten Duan Shao's birthday.

Indeed, when Duan Shao was around, the third master would hold a birthday party for him at home, but now even if he is no longer around, it is normal to have a birthday party.

Cheng Yu was just wondering how he could forget such an important thing.

When Duan Shao was around, they couldn't see what the third master was thinking, but after he left, no one didn't know.They are always sighing, how can someone hide their feelings so deeply.

Cheng Yu didn't dare to ask Qin Ke for the wedding. He didn't even dare to ask for marriage leave. He asked for personal leave. Fortunately, Qin Ke didn't ask.

When Duan Shao just left, he watched Mr. Qin change his will and thought that Mr. Qin would go with him, but luckily he didn't.He thought about it and added it to the memo.

When Qin Ke went to the martial arts hall, Duan Yun refused to let him in with a cold face. Qin Ke saw Lin Zhihe inside the door, their eyes intertwined for a moment, and Qin Ke knew who he was.

Qin Ke left the martial arts hall and went to East Street again. Duan's father was a little more rational, that is, he didn't turn people away, and he didn't accept the things Qin Ke sent.

Qin Ke was not emotional, they still remembered Cong Zhi.

But human memory is the most unreliable thing. It doesn't need any external force, it only needs time, and time can tamper with memory.

Qin Ke didn't have the habit of keeping a diary before, but now he does, but it's useless.

The diary will also disappear.

Qin Ke confirmed that he has no mental problems, this is not his illusion.

It seems that there is something in this world that does not allow Cong to exist, or some power is constantly erasing the traces of his existence.

Qin Ke thought of Duan Congzhi's tomb, he should open it to have a look, maybe it was empty, but Qin Ke flinched for the first time.

Every day's diary will disappear, and Qin Ke doesn't know when this photo will disappear.He began to practice sketching, drawing Duan Congzhi again and again.

If one day, there is no trace of Duan Congzhi's existence in this world, then everything will be created by him.

But if, even he forgets him.

Qin Ke paused at the tip of his pen, and it took him 10 minutes to remember that his name was Duan Congzhi.

The person in the painting is Duan Congzhi.

He put down his pen indifferently, and took out a delicate wooden box, which contained Duan Congzhi's wrist guard and four narrow blades.

Qin Ke picked up a piece and scratched it casually on his wrist.

The blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, but extremely sharp. It shone silver under the light, and it didn't stain any blood when it slid across the wrist.

Qin Ke gradually recalled how they were flying up and down in Duan Cong's hands.

Blood dripped on the notebook, one drop, two drops, three drops... It twisted and gathered into a small depression, staining the white pages of the book, and the portrait of Duan Congzhi on the page.

The wound was not deep enough to require first aid, but Qin Ke didn't seem to feel the pain, and watched the blood drop by drop on the paper indifferently.

Forget Duan Congzhi's pain, it is a thousand times heavier than this.

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