you are my tomorrow

The author has something to say: I finally started to update the part of modern texts that I am good at~Sahua~

In Han Yu's impression, since childhood, only he and his nanny lived in the big house on the outskirts of the city. When he was 6 years old, another child named Li Zhongyi came to this big house - a child who was one year younger than himself. , their common feature is that they have no parents, there is only one person they call Uncle Song, and only he can be the parent. He told the two people that they are brothers, but their surnames are different. They once asked him this question, But Uncle Song kicked him back, and from then on, they dared not ask any more questions.

They don't know what Uncle Song's occupation is, but the person who can live in that palace-like three-story villa for them should be a rich man, but Uncle Song has a terrifying scar on his right face, and every time Han Yu The first time I looked at the scar seriously, I always felt that the scar would come down from Uncle Song's face, and then turn into a big mouth to eat himself.

Therefore, when Han Yu saw Uncle Song, he didn't dare to look directly at his face, and always lowered his head.

And every time at this time, Uncle Song would always raise his face and let him look directly at him. At this time, Han Yu would tremble with fear, and Uncle Song would tell him at this time——

Don't always keep your head down, keep your head up, and don't be afraid of anyone. No one is worth being afraid of. As long as you become strong, only others will be afraid of you in this world.

At that time, Han Yu was still young, and he just nodded ignorantly, because he knew that if he didn't nod, he would be forced to look at Uncle Song's face with his chin raised all the time.

After Zhongyi arrived, the two of them were brought into the living room, in front of two pianos, one black and one white. Uncle Song asked them which color they liked, so they could sit in front of that piano. After looking at the two pianos, he finally walked towards the black one and sat on the piano chair, but Comet stood there without moving, just looking at the white piano.

"What? Don't you like white ones?" Seeing that Han Yu didn't move, Uncle Song thought he didn't like it, but Han Yu shook his head.

"It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I like red better than white." For some reason, when Uncle Song asked him to choose a color, Han Yu only had the word "red" in his mind, and only the color red in front of him.

Uncle Song raised his eyebrows, red, what a ostentatious, bloody color.

And so suitable for his future color.

"Okay, tomorrow I will ask someone to buy you a red one, but you all have to learn it from me. In the future, not just the piano, but whatever I ask you to learn, you have to do your best, no Let me down, you know?"

Han Yu and Zhongyi looked at each other. Although they didn't know why they wanted to learn the piano, or what would be waiting for them in the future, they could only nod obediently to the majestic man in front of them.

Later, as the two grew older, they gradually understood that in the next ten years, what awaited them was not only the melodious melody of the piano, but also the cruel physical and mental training.

Not long after Zhongyi came, Uncle Song stipulated that the two of them should get up before 6 o'clock every morning. Whether it was severe winter or hot summer, they had to run 5 laps around the garden of more than 3 square meters in the morning. The number of laps has also increased, and breakfast can only be eaten after the run. After breakfast, the two of them can rest for half an hour, and then they will start learning the piano until lunch time. After lunch, the two of them still have half an hour of rest. I will continue to practice the piano for [-] hours, and then the two of them can watch TV for a while, but most of the TV content is videos of various fighting techniques.

After dinner, the two of them started to learn chess again, or some foreign languages, such as English, Japanese, Chinese or German, with different content interspersed every night.

A life like this lasted until Han Yu was 15 years old and Zhong Yi was 14 years old. The two of them, who have already made some achievements in piano skills, have temporarily left piano learning, but they still have to have an hour of piano practice every day. My "morning exercise" has been added to thirteen laps.

After the piano lessons were gone, all kinds of fighting skills on TV became the main courses in their lives. They didn't need to go to school, because after Han Yu was 7 years old, Uncle Song hired a tutor to teach the two of them. In various subjects, they even learn more than children of the same age, even some computer courses.

After joining the fighting class, the schedule of the two of them was adjusted to study books in the morning, and in the afternoon, four tall and strong foreigners would accompany them to practice fighting skills. I was sweating profusely, my whole body seemed to be falling apart, lying on the ground, I didn’t even want to eat, every night I didn’t want the next day to come, but the sun still rose the next day, and the same life was repeated Repeat.

In this way, after the first year, the two of them gradually got used to this kind of life.

But the two of them never understood why they lived such a life since they were young. They also thought that maybe other people's children were like them, and Uncle Song rarely appeared in that empty building and spoke louder. , there will be echoes in the house, and Uncle Song seems to appear only when testing the results of two people's training for a period of time. From childhood to adulthood, their life is only piano, fighting skills, and one is just like their mother The nurse and two nutritionists, the rest, they have only each other.

Therefore, the tacit understanding between Han Yu and Zhongyi has also been established unconsciously in the past ten years. Sometimes, the two people even know what the other wants to do just by looking at each other.

It is also because of this that they hold up the other half of the sky for each other. If one person is missing, the world will be incomplete. At least, Zhongyi thinks so.

In early summer, one year after they had joined the martial arts training, a new member was added to their big house——Han Qing, a boy who was one year older than Han Yu.

In the study room, when Uncle Song introduced Han Qing to Han Yu and Zhongyi, the two of them were very curious about everything about the expressionless man in front of them, because after they entered this big house, they had never seen him again. Children of similar ages too.

After the three walked out of Uncle Song's study, Han Qing was taken to his room by the nanny, followed by Han Yu and Han Qing. Han Qing didn't have a lot of luggage, only a schoolbag that didn't look very bulky.

Han Qing's room is next to Han Yu and Zhongyi's room. Han Yu and Zhongyi stopped at the door of the house and did not go in, because the etiquette teacher told them since they were young that they cannot enter other people's rooms without the invitation of the owner. The nanny told Han Qing Where are his clothes put, and then took him around the villa to get acquainted with the living environment in the future.

And after this trip, Han Qing hardly spoke much, until the nanny sent him back to his room, he bowed and said "thank you", but Han Yu, Zhongyi, Han Qing didn't even look straight in the face. After thanking the nanny, he closed the door with a bang, which also startled the two of them.

"You two young masters, let's go." The nanny took a person by the hand and walked downstairs slowly.

"Aunt Miho, are all the children outside like this?" Zhongyi looked at the woman beside him in confusion, and Han Yu was also a little confused.

The woman called "Miho" seemed to think about it seriously, then shook her head, "No, they laugh a lot and talk a lot, just like you, but maybe it's because Master Han Qing just came here , you are not familiar with him, slowly, he will love to laugh and talk, you have to get along well with him, because in the future, in this world, only the three of you will be "real", you can believe it My friend, you can’t believe other people’s words, do you understand?” Miho stopped, squatted in front of the two of them, adjusted their collars, and the smile in her eyes just now disappeared, and was replaced by pity and earnestness. .

"...Can't Uncle Song and Aunt Miho believe what they say?" Han Yu looked at Miho incomprehensibly. From childhood to adulthood, apart from loyalty, only Miho made him feel warm.

Miho lowered her head, and when she raised her head again, her eyes sparkled, "Sir, I don't know, but I... can't believe it."

At that time, the two of them didn't understand Miho's words, so they just listened to them, because here, she is their mother. Who in this world would not believe what their mother said?

At 5:[-] the next morning, Han Yu and Zhongyi still got up early to run in the garden, but when they were getting ready for exercise, they saw Han Qing was already running around the garden, and when they passed by them, it was like air I didn't see the two people, and they still had earphones in their ears. They didn't know what they were listening to. They looked at each other, curled their lips, and after getting ready for exercise, they also joined the morning run.

When the "task" of the two of them was not completed for 3 laps, Han Qing did tidying exercises, then picked up the coat on the bench and went back to the house. After the two of them finished, they also entered the house, and Miho was waiting at the door , handed each of them a towel to wipe their sweat, and after they finished wiping off their sweat, they took the towel again and told them that breakfast was ready, Han Qing had just taken a shower and was ready to eat.

The two of them went upstairs to take a shower first, and when they came down to have breakfast, Han Qing had already finished his breakfast and was sitting on the sofa in the living room with his back to them and his head bowed, his hair was not yet fluffed after washing. Not knowing what he was doing, Zhongyi stepped forward to see what he was doing, Han Yu wanted to hold him back, but it was too late, Zhongyi had already walked behind Han Qing, and wanted to see what Han Qing was doing, but still Before he could see clearly, Han Qing raised his fist and punched back. Fortunately, Zhongyi reacted quickly and retracted his head, avoiding being hit by the fist, but he looked at the back of Han Qing's head with an uneasy expression.

Han Qing turned his head slowly, and the white headphone cable slowly appeared, but Zhongyi and Han Yu were stunned, because Han Qing looked at them.

Perhaps in their previous lives, they only had each other, so they could try their best to give each other warmth, but they had never seen such cold eyes as Han Qing's. They all said that the eyes are the windows of the soul, and through those eyes, let the two Personally, I think that Han Qing's heart may be a frozen palace, where there is only himself and no one else.

"From now on, without my permission, you are not allowed to approach me." Han Qing's voice was still low and hoarse, he turned his head, put down his legs crossed on the sofa, sucked on his shoes, got up and took a book left.

"Ah! What are you? You were so arrogant when you first came here..." Zhongyi yelled at Han Qing's back unconvinced, but Han Yu stepped forward and covered his mouth, looked back at Han Qing and ignored Zhongyi Finally, Han Yu let go of Zhongyi's hand, "Brother, what are you doing? This house belongs to both of us!"

"It belongs to the three of us. We may not be his opponents yet. Bear with it." Han Yu frowned, then walked to the restaurant with his left hand on Zhongyi's shoulder.

In this way, the three of them spent a month relatively peacefully. Except for class time and afternoon fighting practice, Han Qing was always ahead of them in everything. Slightly better than them, this aroused Han Yu and Zhongyi's competitive spirit. It seemed that because of Han Qing's arrival, the two of them worked harder than before to improve their own qualities.

But the two of them didn't know, Uncle Song, who had been observing the two of them, couldn't help curling his mouth secretly when he saw the progress of the two of them in the past month.

"It seems that Han Qing has indeed made them improve a lot. I knew that Han Qing should have come back earlier. Miho, it's time to arrange for them to go to Vietnam. This time is a little earlier than I expected." Uncle Song looked at Han Yu and Zhongyi who were fighting with the boxing teacher in the garden and nodded with satisfaction.

"...Yes, sir." Although standing behind Uncle Song, Miho still lowered her head. When she raised her head, her eyes were fixed on Han Yu and Zhongyi, but her eyes were full of pity and reluctance.

One morning two months after Han Qing came, Han Qing still had breakfast before the two of them, and went back to his room. After breakfast, Han Yu and Zhongyi were told by Miho that the teacher who taught them would not come for the time being. The family is home, and the two of them will start a half-year fighting and shooting training, and then go to Vietnam to join the special forces team for further training, which will take one year.

"Shooting?! Vietnam?!" Han Yu and Zhongyi were stunned. Shooting was something they had never thought about, and it wasn't too far to go to Vietnam, but when they thought about it, it was a far cry from China.

"Why are there only the two of us? What about Han Qing?" Han Yu frowned. He really couldn't figure out what kind of person Uncle Song wanted them to be in the future. When they were young, Uncle Song asked someone to teach them the piano And etiquette, he thought it was to train them to be pianists, and when they grew up, he started to learn martial arts. He thought it was to train them to be boxers or something. He didn't give them parental love, but at least he gave them a good life, so even if he and Zhongyi had questions, they didn't ask any questions. Perhaps Uncle Song's plan for their life had changed.

But now it's shooting again, and it's Vietnam again, and the questions that have been stuffed in my heart seem to come out of my heart soon.

"He doesn't need to go, because... he just came back from there a month ago." Miho had to tell the two people little by little what she knew, but she could only answer whatever they asked.

Han Yu and Zhongyi were even more confused. Could it be that their lives were set by Uncle Song long ago?Piano, martial arts, and ... after that, shooting and life in the Vietnamese special forces unit.

After that?What will Uncle Song arrange for them to do?

Uncle Song went to the United States three days ago, and Han Yu and Zhongyi couldn't ask him directly, so they could only follow Uncle Song's arrangement. The two spent the morning fighting class in a daze, but Han Qing was beside him Looking at the two people, as if he knew something, looking at the two people, for a moment, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

In the afternoon, Han Yu and Zhongyi's foreign fighting teacher turned into two Asians who looked about 30 years old, and led them to the small house behind the villa. It turned out that this was a greenhouse. A month ago, Miho asked someone to renovate it. When they got here, Han Yu and Zhongyi asked what to change, Miho didn’t say anything, just perfunctory a few words, and told them not to come here for the time being, the two of them were curious and wanted to sneak over while Miho wasn’t paying attention, but they hadn’t arrived yet. They will be called away and cannot be approached at all.

When the coach led them to the greenhouse, it had already turned into a small shooting range, and the surrounding walls were covered with soundproof panels. About ten meters away from the door, there were three fully automatic gun handles. And at the door, there are three compartments similar to the security gates of the airport. There are three square tables in the compartments. On each table are a handful of guns and a certain number of bullets, as well as a sound-proof earphone.

The two coaches accompanied Han Yu and Zhongyi to stand in the two compartments, swallowing their saliva looking at the gun on the table, but they didn't know that Han Qing, who was standing in the far right compartment, was standing there as usual, wearing Put on the earphones, pick up the gun on the table, and deftly refill it with bullets. When it’s full, close the breech of the gun again, load it, raise your right hand, close your left eye, and take aim. Han Yu and Zhongyi next to you I only heard the sound of a gun being loaded over there. Before I could react, gunshots rang out continuously in the shooting range. The ear-piercing sound made Han Yu and Zhongyi reflexively cover their ears and close their eyes. When the gunshot disappeared, the two of them stopped. Put down your hands, open your eyes, the gun handle on the far side slowly moved towards them, and stopped less than one meter away. There were only two holes on the gun handle—one for the heart, and one for the 9.5 ring. .

"Ten rounds, one miss, Han Qing, went to Vietnam, used to using machine guns, are you not used to this kind of small gun?" Loyalty's coach said in English with a bit of regret, and his mouth was very standard With an American accent, Han Yu and Zhongyi were a little surprised, but they were even more surprised by Han Qing.

"TONY, if lions are used to eating fat lambs, why would they turn back and eat skinny jackals?" Han Qing replied to Zhongyi's coach in the same pure American English. This was the first time Han Yu and Zhongyi heard Han Qing There was laughter in his voice.

"The tone is quite loud." Zhongyi's coach smiled nonchalantly.

"This is called 'confidence'." Indeed, Han Qing's voice was full of confident laughter.

Han Yu and Zhongyi lowered their heads, looked at the earphones and guns in front of them, and thought that the people around them were only 16 years old and had already been in the legendary Vietnamese special forces for a year. Fighting skills, but they feel like flowers in a greenhouse, vulnerable.

In the past 15 years, it was the first time that Han Yu felt admiration for a person. Although he broke up because of the unhappy conversation with Han Qing for the first time, and hardly spoke to Han Qing in the next month, the gun on the handle His achievements made him have to admire the slightly proud "brother" next to him.

Han Yu and Zhongyi, who were learning marksmanship on the first day, did not actually shoot, but only learned the simplest gun structure from the coach, and how to assemble the scattered gun parts together, while Han Qing was on the third day. After scoring a full strike for the first time, he left the shooting range first.

After class, the two coaches left first, while Han Yu and Zhongyi stayed for a while longer, reviewing the dismantling and reloading of the gun they learned today a few times, until it was dark and when Miho came to find them for dinner, the two left shooting range.

Today was a bit of an exception, Han Qing didn't eat dinner first, but waited for the two of them to come back before eating, as if he was waiting for them on purpose, but after Miho brought the dinner to the table, the three of them ate silently again. For a while, there was only the sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding. Han Yu and Zhongyi seemed to be eating seriously, but they both seemed to be thinking about something.

"Did Uncle Song tell you?" Han Qing, who was about to finish eating, suddenly asked an endless question. Han Yu and Zhongyi were startled, and they both raised their heads.

This was the first time that Han Qing took the initiative to speak to them.

"...What?" Han Yu came to his senses first, and asked as naturally as possible,

Han Qing pulled the corner of his mouth, Han Yu's question seemed to be exactly what he expected, but Miho seemed to know what he was going to say, before he could say anything, she walked up to him, patted his shoulder, shook Shaking his head, motioned him not to speak.

Han Qing raised his head and looked at Miho calmly, "Isn't it going to be said sooner or later? Uncle Song won't say it himself, either you say it or I say it, it's just a matter of time, what can be said before they go to Vietnam, no Is it better?"

Miho lowered her head, bit her lip, but still took her hand away, acquiescing to what Han Qing was going to say a little helplessly, Han Yu and Zhongyi looked at the two people who were talking cryptically in bewilderment.

Han Qing thought about it again, and decided to take back what he wanted to say, "Listen well, in the six months from tomorrow, whether it is fighting or marksmanship, you must follow the coach's guidance seriously, and even To exceed the requirements of the coach, this will be good for you in the future. For marksmanship, if you have any questions, you can ask me. I have used the gun for 6 years. I am still a little confident. If I can help you, I will definitely help. It was like talking to a very familiar person, without any embarrassment, after finishing speaking, Han Qing finished the last bit of food, got up and went back to the room.

Regarding Han Qing's sincere expression, Han Yu and Zhongyi reacted for a while before slowing down. Although they didn't know what Han Qing wanted to say, Miho said that only the three of them could trust each other in the future, but as far as Han Qing's attitude is concerned, the two I really can't find anything I can trust in him, but his performance just now is completely different from the cold attitude of the previous month.

Han Yu and Zhongyi looked at each other, curled their lips, and continued with their unfinished meal.

Miho looked at the two of them with a slight smile, and let go of the heart that had just been raised, but frowned slightly.

One day, these two children will always embark on the road of no turning back that Uncle Song paved for them, and that day will not be too far away.