Mo Yan He Nian of Rebirth

The school auditorium is always the place where ghost stories gather the most.

When the welcome meeting was held, Chen Yan sat in his own class first, but Chen Zi, who was the head teacher, was not there yet.

Yan Chiyi was late as he remembered, but this time no teacher came out to punish him.

"Have you started yet?"

The buzzing voices around were connected together, and Chen Yan heard Yan Chiyi's questioning to him.

"almost."

The school leader had already stood on the stage, talking some serious nonsense, Chen Yan squinted his eyes and looked at the Mediterranean Sea, and was pushed again unintentionally.

He turned his head angrily, Yan Chiyi was winking at him.

"The squad leader told you to go backstage and prepare."

Chen Yan stood up. He was wearing the formal suit he brought out from Chen's house. The suit was straight, and he had a youthful and beautiful appearance. His slender arms and legs were swinging there, making him look tight.

When he got to the backstage, he couldn't help taking a deep breath, and the place where his eyes accidentally glanced was icy cold.

Chen Monian was sitting in the front seat, looking at the performance in front of him with half-raised head, his eyes were blank, Chen Yan saw Chen Monian's slender fingers constantly tapping on the table—— Apparently it was a sign of his impatience.

But the people around didn't know, there were still a lot of people talking to Chen Mo Nian with smiling faces, but Chen Mo Nian ignored them all.

Just as he was distracted here, his shoulders suddenly sank, he turned his head to face the four eyes of the foreman, and looked in the direction he pointed, but there were a pair of smiling peach blossom eyes.

The man was standing there with his chest folded and looking in his direction, his eyebrows and eyes curved.

Chen Yan stood still, but Chen Zi walked in front of him. He half-bent down to look at his younger brother, and said with pursed lips.

"Perform well and don't be nervous."

"...I'm not nervous." Chen Yan replied a little angrily, but found that his palms were already wet with sweat.

"Yo, really not?" Chen Zi leaned closer, his breath sprayed on Chen Yan's face, and there was a good smell on his body.

"No." Chen Yan replied without knowing what to do.

Chen Zi raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't want to argue with the awkward younger brother in front of him, but he suddenly stretched out his hand, and a white light flashed in front of Chen Yan, the palm of his hand was clenched, and he placed a limp s things.

"For you, don't embarrass me when you get off the stage."

What Chen Zi said didn't matter, but Chen Yan only felt that the handkerchief sucked away the sweat from his palm bit by bit.

When I turned my head again, I saw the bright stage and the beautiful crystal piano in the middle of the stage.

This was a birthday present from someone sent by Chen Monian when he was 12 years old.

When he walked on the stage, Chen Yan began to feel a little unreal. He really didn't know how he didn't notice Chen Monian in his last life. That man was obviously sitting in such a conspicuous position. Why did he...

But obviously, it doesn't make much sense to say these words now.

He bowed to the audience, and he even clenched his fists just right.

He didn't know how much time he spent in his previous life to figure out this little bit of movement.

Then she turned around, her hands touched the white keys of the piano, and she felt a chill.

Then--

The smooth music flowed out from his fingertips, gently spreading across the room, the auditorium fell silent, and the white lace flowers in front of the boy bloomed side by side.

He just turned his face sideways, with a slight smile on his face, as if he was completely immersed in his own world, his eyes were soft.

His body swayed up and down slightly with the music, slender but full of strength.

After the song was over, there was overwhelming applause, Chen Yan stood up and bowed, but his eyes subconsciously shifted to Chen Mo Nian's direction.

When he saw Chen Monian's expression clearly, his heart couldn't help but tremble.

Chen Mo Nian frowned, sitting on the chair, his face was not half happy, but seemed to be touched by someone, very displeased.

Before Chen Yan had time to think about it, the host who announced the scene had already come out from behind, and they all had joyful smiles on their faces, but Chen Yan couldn't smile at all.

He bent down and picked up the white handkerchief that had accidentally dropped on the ground. As soon as he walked backstage, he saw Chen Zi smiling.

"Well done, my dear brother."

Chen Yan's hands tightened involuntarily, Chen Mo Nian's serious face flashed in his mind, and he couldn't laugh no matter what.

"Unhappy?" Chen Zi walked around Chen Yan with his hands behind his back, and just when he was about to say something, he heard the squeaky voice of the squad leader from outside the room.

There was a bit of fear in that voice that couldn't be ignored.

"Chen Yan, someone is looking for—"

Chen Yan turned his head subconsciously, but saw a profile face that pushed open the door. There was no expression on that face, and even the curvature of the corner of the mouth was exactly the same as in memory....

"dad……"

Chen Monian obviously did not expect that Chen Zi was also in the room, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and a trace of unknown emotion flashed in his dark eyes.

Chen Yan thought of Chen Mo Nian's expression on the stage just now, and didn't know what to say for a while.

It was Chen Zi who broke the deadlock.

Chen Zi walked in front of Chen Yan almost the moment Chen Mo Nian stepped in, pursing the corners of his lips, the smile just now had completely faded from his face, leaving only a mocking expression .

"get out."

Chen Mo Nian didn't seem to want to say more, but turned his back, Chen Yan saw his black jade-like hair docilely docile around his neck, and when the sun shone, it appeared a little unnaturally white.

"Oh? You asked me to go out? I'm Ah Yan's teacher now, why should I go out."

Chen Zi maintained that leaning posture, but the arc of the corner of his mouth was even higher.

"Oh, I want to ask the principal here, how did you become this teacher."

Chen Monian's tone was still very low, with his eyes closed as if he didn't want to talk more.

"Ha... You are really lenient. When I was kicked out by myself, I have never seen you so enthusiastic."

As Chen Zi was talking, his hands began to be dishonest, and he put them on Chen Yan's shoulders, looking like two good brothers.

"As for...how I became this teacher, I think you should know better than me, don't you?"

Then--

A slight cough sounded from Chen Mo Nian's body, his face was slightly red because of the cough, and his white jade-like face was finally a little more angry.

"Dad..." Chen Yan couldn't help but get rid of Chen Zi's arm, walked in front of Chen Mo Nian, hesitated for a moment, and handed the handkerchief in his hand to Chen Mo Nian.

Who knew that Chen Monian just raised his head and glanced at the thing Chen Yan handed over, and suddenly his pupils constricted!

As if he had been stimulated by something, he firmly grasped Chen Yan's hand...and the handkerchief.

Chen Yan heard that hoarse voice, cutting through the air, reaching the direction of his heart.

"Who, who gave it to you?"

Chen Yan didn't speak, but his eyes turned to Chen Zi's direction. Chen Zi's face was completely indifferent, but his eyes were too dark, and there was a bit of prankster's success in it, a unique pride.

Chen Yan belatedly saw that there was a year character embroidered on a corner of the handkerchief, which was a beautiful boudoir font, but the red character was like a blooming red peony, so rich that it seemed to bleed.

"Are you trying to say, why do I have this thing?"

Chen Zi hugged her chest and approached: "My mother's things, do you really think that you can burn them clean with the same fire back then?"

Just as Chen Yan wanted to turn his head to look at Chen Mo Nian's expression, he suddenly felt a darkness in front of him, and his face was icy cold. It took him a few seconds to realize... This is Chen Mo Nian's finger.

"You give me...get out."

The man's fingers touched his face, itching.

... It hurt him a little bit.

Then he heard Chen Mo Nian's voice, which slowly rang out.

"Give it to me, stay away from Xiaoyan."

Chen Yan's body froze.

"Aha, you treasure him so much?"

Chen Yan couldn't see it, but he could imagine that Chen Zi must be looking at people with his chin raised in contempt.

"I thought that your precious one belonged to that bitch Chen Mo."

I thought, your baby...

It's Chen Mo.

I thought……