Improperly the best little O for many years

At night, the lights in the dormitory were turned off.

Everyone fell asleep, and the little swan leaned on Jingshen's shoulder and fell asleep.

Jing Shen reaches out to help his wife raise the quilt.Then lightly, took out the tablet.

Depth of Field puts on the earphones and clicks on the video on the tablet.

The depth of field asked the secretary to find out all the intersections between him and Little Swan in the past 19 years.

Today, when surveillance is everywhere, it is not difficult to find a piece of historical material.

Especially when both parties are noble sons of entrepreneurs.In the environment they stayed in, there were at least two cameras with no blind spots to cooperate with them to ensure their safety.

Depth of Field Click to open the first video.

In the upper right corner of the video, it says "On a certain day in a certain year, Zhuyuan Children's Palace".

Forget about the depth of field, that time was really when Bing Ji Ling was eight years old.

Depth of Field regained his spirit immediately and started to watch seriously.

The video screen is in color, but there is no radio.This is presumably to protect their privacy.

The Zhuyuan Children's Palace, which cultivates interests and hobbies for children from famous families, has a very quiet environment.

White walls and black tiles, shaded by green bamboos.The bluestone slabs are quaint and unique, with a strong Jiangnan charm.

On the round moon window, a young man in white with black hair and red lips was playing the fife.

The long-handed and long-legged boy in white was cool and handsome.

The peach blossoms that are in full bloom next to it can't cover up the young man's youthful vigor and brilliance.

The corners of Depth of Field's mouth curled up, his eyes sparkled.That is... an eight-year-old little swan.

Looks so good!He can actually play the flute, but unfortunately there is no radio monitoring.

Depth of Field can't hear the flute.But drunk in this still picture.

As soon as the little ice cream was blown, Jing's heart was blown away.

At the end of the video, use a red circle to circle the corner of the rockery and remark: "Master Jing was here at the time."

Until the end of this period of monitoring, there was no depth of field figure.

Click on the depth of field to open the next video.

The protagonist of this video is the depth of field.

The depth of field is resting with one hand on the arm, lying on the rockery shaded by green bamboos, with eyes closed.

It looks like you are listening to the little swan playing the flute?

Depth of Field frowned.

He had really met a little swan before?

Why does he have no memory?The little swan at that time was obviously so good-looking and shouldn't be forgotten...

After a while, Jing Hui walked into the surveillance screen.

Jing Hui stretched out his hand and shook his brother, wondering what he was talking about?

Depth of Field still closed his eyes, ignoring others.

After that, Jing Hui ran away.

Not long after, Depth of Field also walked away.

This segment of monitoring was inexplicable, and Depth of Field then clicked on the next video.

The picture returns to the little swan.

Jing Hui held a flute and played it beside the little swan.

The cool and handsome young man in white jumped down from the window sill and gave Jing Hui a push.

Then, Jing Hui flattened his mouth and burst into tears.

Depth of field From the rockery, run out.

Several children did not know what was said.

Then, the long-armed and long-legged boy in white started fighting with Jing Shen.

The depth of field pushes him to the ground and beats him.

After the beating, Jing Shen took his brother and left directly.

Depth of Field looked at this paragraph, and there was a doubt in his eyes.Was my previous self so barbaric?

In the surveillance screen, the little Ice Cream has been lying on the ground, pressing his right arm.

It was not until an adult passed by that he helped the child up.

In the tablet, there is a fourth video.

Depth of Field thought there was a follow-up, so he quickly clicked on the fourth video to see if there was anything wrong with Little Swan?Did you go back and apologize?

However, the fourth video is a sound restoration.

Later in the first act, the restoration method was introduced.

The fourth video notes: "We deciphered the lip language and got some children to dub it."

"The flute performance was selected from the recording files kept by Zhuyuan Children's Palace during the rehearsal performance of Young Master Bing."

This video is very long and connects the previous three videos.

The quiet flute sounded in his ears, and Jing Shen suddenly remembered why he went to that rockery.

Zhuyuan Children's Palace is the property of my grandfather.

Grandpa was having a meeting with his subordinates at the time, and Jing Shen was wandering around in the Children's Palace.

The director of the Children's Palace originally arranged for him to go to the "Music Appreciation Class" to pass the time.

But he felt that listening to CDs in the classroom was boring, so he went to the scene to listen to other children playing and singing.

The leisurely sound of the flute, like a breeze, penetrated into his ears like this.

He felt that the performance was very comfortable and helpful to sleep, so he fell asleep on the rockery next to it.

As for who the player is, he is not interested.

The video images of memory and restoration are interlaced.

In the video, Jing Hui came over and called him: "Brother! You came here today? I'm here to learn how to play the drums. Come over and watch me play the drums, okay?"

Jing Shen lazily said: "Beat the drums, don't go!"

Jing Hui pulled him several times, and Jing Shen lay down with his arms on his pillow, unmoved.

Jing Shen closed his eyes and said calmly: "If you disturb me to sleep again, I will beat you."

"Then playing the flute won't make any noise?" Jing Hui stayed beside him for a while.

Then, Jing Hui, who was wearing Ultraman clothes, ran away.

In the next scene, the camera cuts to Little Swan.

The leisurely sound of the flute is still there.

However, ever since Jing Hui was holding a flute and playing the horrific concerto beside him.

The quiet sound of the flute was taken away several times.

Ice Cream finally jumped down from the window sill and said, "This is my territory, I came here first. If you want to blow it, change to another place."

The long-armed and long-legged boy in white has been 30 centimeters taller than his peers since he was a child.

What's more, Jing Hui is smaller than Ice Cream.

In the eyes of Xiao Jinghui at the time, Ice Cream was a senior graduate.

Jing Hui, a playful kid with a smiley face, scratched his face and said, "The Children's Palace is full of children, you come here at such an age, shame on you!"

Ice Cream stretched out his flute and said, "Stop talking nonsense. If you stay here any longer, I'll beat you up."

That little overlord Jing Hui put his hands on his hips and said, "I'm staying here, you beat me up. I won't leave, I'm just here to make trouble!"

"The overlord is on your brother Bing, you don't know how to live or die."

Bing Ji Ling stretched out his hand and pushed, then grabbed the bastard by the back collar and dragged it aside.

Jing Hui flattened his mouth and wept loudly.

The depth of field ran out from the rockery.

The tall and strong boy reached out to put on Ice Cream's hand and asked, "What are you doing?"

"You were behind the rockery and eavesdropped on me playing the flute?" Bing Ji Ling raised her eyebrows and asked, "Does it sound good?"

Depth of Field nodded, his hand still resting on Ice Cream's wrist.

Ice Cream smiled and said, "It sounds good, you can continue to listen to it later. I'll hit my brother for a while."

With that said, Ice Cream dragged the little brat to continue walking.

Jing Shen pinches the hand of the young man in white clothes and pants, and pulls him in front of him.

Bingjiling's fingers were torn apart one by one.

Jinghui's collar, once freed.That little brat immediately ran to complain.

Jing Shen sternly shouted: "Don't tell the adults. I will solve it myself!"

Xiao Jinghui, who was wearing Ultraman clothes, stepped aside embarrassingly, watching the fight.

Ice Cream was so angry that his eyes were burning, and he let go of his fists and kicks to fight hard.

Little Ice Cream's style of play is chaotic.Relying on only physical advantages, long hands and feet, and strong strength.

But I met Depth of Field who had the same long arms and legs and had also learned fighting.

Ice Cream was quickly pressed to the ground and beaten.

For some unknown reason, Jing Shen didn't punch him in the face.

He didn't hit his chest and abdomen, which are vulnerable places.

Depth of Field picked a place with the thickest flesh, pulled off his pants, and slapped him one by one.

The boy in white clothes and white trousers under his palm punched and kicked with a flushed face, while exhaling fragrance, cursing the eighteen generations of Jingshen's ancestors.

Jing Shen directly smoked the flute of Ice Cream, and pumped it on his ass.The little ice cream shed physical tears.

That picture is both beautiful and brutal.

Jing Shen pulled his white trousers and asked calmly, "Are you still scolding?"

The boy in white clothes and white trousers cried out with tears in his eyes: "Brother, I love you, stop scolding, I love you. Brother."

Only then did Depth of Field pull him up.

Panting, Bingjiling lay in Jingshen's arms and said, "I'll bite you to death, you pervert!"

Jing Shen's shoulders trembled slightly, he touched his chest, and pushed the person away violently.

Ice Cream was pushed and fell back to the ground.

Then, Jing Shen took the flute and led Jing Hui away.

Bing Ji Ling supported his arms and lay on the ground, his face turned pale.

It wasn't until the adults came that Little Ice Cream was helped up.

"How did you hurt your hand?" Jing Shen frowned, causing the video to go backwards.

An inconspicuous round stone lay quietly on the bluestone floor.

Depth of field pressed the freeze button.

The picture freezes at the moment when the ice cream falls down.

Behind the little ice cream, there is a small stone with edges and corners.

As soon as the depth of field was pushed, Little Swan's arm hit the stone.

The last scene of the video reads: "After Master Bing was injured in the Children's Palace, Bing's people came to refund the tuition fee."

"After Young Master Bing recovered, he lay in ambush outside the Children's Palace for a few days. He didn't come back until he found someone. This is the end of the matter."

The sight of the depth of field is fixed in the video, on Little Swan's handsome pale face.

He thought the confession was a shy and naive encounter.

I didn't expect it to be such a profound and painful ending.No wonder I miss 11 years...

Depth of Field turned his head to the side, looking at the extremely handsome and perfect profile face beside him.

He took off the earphones, lowered his head and kissed Little Swan's warm forehead.

Depth of Field reached out and gently stroked the right arm of the person next to the pillow.

It was this arm that Little Swan was injured that year.I don't know if it still hurts?

Depth of Field gently caresses the hand up and down through the clothes.

It seems to want to make up for and touch back all the distress that was left behind in the past.

In his sleep, Ice Cream murmured: "Deep, enough, don't want it anymore. Don't touch it..."

This is obviously a dream plot, I thought I was in the hotel bathroom, playing games with the depth of field.

The corner of Jingshen's mouth curled up, and he hugged him into his arms to sleep.

That night, Jing Shen had a good dream.

Memories and images he watched before falling asleep appeared in his dreams.

He heard the quiet sound of the flute again, and saw the subsequent development...

After that, Jing Shen went abroad with his grandfather for vacation.Two months have passed, and when I come back to class, the things before the winter vacation have long been forgotten by the young people.

A boy in white is riding a bicycle on the side of the road.

He sat in the car and looked over subconsciously.

Sitting on the bicycle was a very ordinary boy.

Depth of Field retracts his gaze and no longer looks out of the window.

On the court, there are teenagers in white playing basketball.

Depth of Field Standing on the balcony, looking down.

The player who played basketball was a very ordinary boy.

At one point, he asked from the side: "Go down and play together?"

Jing Shen shook his head and said, "I don't want to fight now."

The screen turns.

The depth of field arrived outside the gate of a children's palace, and the sound of musical instruments playing came from inside.

Depth of field steps in.

The secretary asked next to him: "Master, do you want to report for class?"

Jing Shen shook his head and said, "Walk around."

This is not the Zhuyuan Children's Palace, where some people are playing the zither and some are singing.It's just that no one is playing the flute.

Depth of Field wandered around, not knowing what he was expecting, and quickly came out of it.

Until, the school theatrical performance.

At one point, wearing white clothes and trousers, he stood on the stage, holding a fife, and played a song.

Depth of Field watched that scene for a long time.

That familiar side face made Jing Shen's heart beat.

It seemed that a hole in my heart had been filled.The feeling of always wanting to grab something and looking for something has been smoothed away.

Since then, Jing Shen has been accompanied by a childhood sweetheart in white clothes and white trousers.

In Jing Shen's list of protectors, besides his younger brother Jing Hui, there is one more degree.

Father Jing asked him to take care of his younger brother.

It was once an Omega sent to him by his father.

Jing Shen's childhood playmates, apart from Miss Yi Piao Gong Zi, the closest to him are these two people.

The three of them spent a long childhood together.

What happened in Zhuyuan Children's Palace that year has long been forgotten by Jing Shen.

But the flute remained.

The morning sun shone into the balcony.

Depth of Field opened his eyes.

The dream is gone, and there is still a piece of emptiness in my heart.

Depth of Field looked sideways, saw the little swan's well-defined long eyelashes, and then laughed again.

It is his baby, and sooner or later it will return to his arms.

Depth of Field's thumb scratched his wife's face, with a smirk all over her face.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to the nanny: "When I was a child, I brought home a flute. Find it."

Nothing he used was thrown away.The flute played by the little swan must still be there.