When Aquaman is the best villain

The art performance was arranged on Friday afternoon, and the students were very excited. Not only could they avoid studying openly, but they could also usher in the weekend immediately after playing. It was like a place in a dream.

Jiang Yao's show was at the back, but because the make-up teacher started work early, he had to stay in the background quietly waiting for the make-up to be applied.

Han Zhao was not with him at this time. I heard that his father was here for this performance, and he probably went with him.

Jiang Yao played with his phone for a while, and sent Fu Yuan a message when he was free.

Yaoyao who loves fish: Brother Fu Yuan, is your work over?Don't miss my show.

A reply was received as soon as the message was sent.

Fu Yuan: The work is over and on the way.

Yaoyao who loves to eat fish: Is it so early today?Then be careful on the road~ waiting for you~[[爱心]]

Fu Yuan: Don't be nervous, your performance will be very successful.

Yaoyao who loves fish: Of course!Because you are cheering me on.

Jiang Yao smiled and sent the words out, and then saw the words "typing" appear intermittently next to Fu Yuan's profile picture, but the other party did not send a message back after 2 minutes.

Jiang Yao laughed happily, at this time the makeup teacher just came over, he put down the phone, and didn't care about the complicated emotions and moods of the people on the other side of the phone.

Piano performance does not require heavy makeup, and Jiang Yao's skin is also very good. The makeup teacher put on a little makeup on him and then left. Jiang Yao looked at himself in the mirror alone.

"You look pretty good."

The voice behind him was somewhat familiar, Jiang Yao turned around, and saw Gu Shaobin, whom he only ran into at the night market last week.The other party did not participate in the art performance, but he was dressed very formally, wearing a dark suit as if attending some important occasion.

Gu Shaobin let Jiang Yao look at him, and raised his chin reservedly, showing a somewhat domineering posture.

"I've checked your background, and it's just an ordinary family. Why do you contact Han Zhao and Fu Yuan? Do you want to climb into the upper class?"

Jiang Yao leaned on the chair with an innocent look on his face, "Student Gu, I just accidentally stained your clothes, so there's no need to be so malicious, right?"

"What's there to pretend?" Gu Shaobin sneered, "I've seen a lot of people like you. You pretend to be innocent on the surface, but you're thinking all kinds of things behind your back. That idiot Han Zhao probably just got caught. Your face is fascinated, don't blame him, his brain capacity is only so small, and the development of the brain is not proportional to the size of the limbs."

Jiang Yao listened to his words, and the smile on the corners of his lips slowly faded.

"Student Gu, please go out."

"Are you angry?" Gu Shaobin raised his eyebrows, walked up to Jiang Yao and bent down, "Do you want everyone to like you? I remember that you didn't seem to have any sense of presence in the class before, right? Why these days? Your popularity has suddenly become so good? You got close to Han Zhao, got on the stage of a cultural performance, and have an unclear relationship with Fu Yuan, what exactly do you want to do?"

He lowered his head slightly, and his eyes touched Jiang Yao's slightly gorgeous face under light makeup, but he couldn't help being dazed for a moment.

After regaining consciousness, there was another burst of anger, and he couldn't help but blurt out, "Is it to make others like you, so you can do anything? I really look forward to the appearance you show when you are eager for my love, are you crying and begging me, or Kneel down and beg for mercy like a dog?"

Jiang Yao: "...Delusion is a kind of disease, classmate Gu, let's get it treated soon."

There was a loud noise outside the door, Jiang Yao and Gu Shaobin turned their heads and saw Han Zhao walking in with a frown.

Gu Shaobin straightened up and was about to leave, but Jiang Yao suddenly grabbed his collar. He was unprepared for a moment and almost fell on Jiang Yao's body. Fortunately, his arm was propped up on the makeup table and he didn't stick it directly.

It's just that from the eyes of others, Jiang Yao is sitting on a chair, and his posture of bending over and leaning over like this is equivalent to completely embracing the other party in his arms.

Gu Shaobin was about to get angry, but a deep sea-like, slightly damp fragrance passed through the tip of his nose, as if a mysterious creature had quietly opened his eyes to him, attracting him to find out...

However, there was a chill in the voice next to his ear.

"I really enjoy the way others like me, but Gu, I'm sorry, you are not worthy."

Gu Shaobin should obviously feel the anger of being offended at this time, but he lost his mind uncontrollably, and even couldn't help but want to hear that voice flowing past his ears again.

It was as if the skin had been slapped by a fish tail. It was slippery and cold, but there was a deadly temptation in the danger.

He lowered his head in a daze, and was pushed out by a strong force.

Han Zhao stood in front of Jiang Yao angrily, "Gu Shaobin! What are you doing?"

I... what am I doing?

Gu Shaobin was sluggish for a few seconds, and then he came back to his senses, which made him terribly embarrassed. Under the repeated emotional back and forth, he gave Jiang Yao a complicated look in his eyes.

"Oh, what can I do? This kind of stuff, you are the only treasure."

He left a word coldly and turned to leave.

Han Zhao looked at Jiang Yao worriedly and apologetically, "Yaoyao, are you okay? That guy Gu Shaobin is used to misbehavior and thinks that others are inferior to him. You have a good temper, so don't let him, or he will definitely think You are a bully. If he troubles you in the future, just tell me, and I won't let him hurt you. "

Jiang Yao shook his head, "I'm fine, maybe what happened last time made him unhappy."

"It has nothing to do with you, he just targeted me, who wouldn't like you if you are so nice?" Han Zhao said sincerely, "I'm the one who got you involved."

Jiang Yao looked at him silently.

In fact, sometimes the people around him lick the dog too much, and he doesn't know what to say.

……

When Fu Yuan arrived at the school, Jiang Yao's show hadn't started yet. He originally planned to go to the backstage to find someone, but when he saw the other party talking seriously with the staff, Fu Yuan chose to stand aside and watch quietly.

Fu Yuan's first impression of Jiang Yao was that he was a simple and easy-to-deceive child, he was like a blank sheet of paper, like those flowers growing in the greenhouse, he didn't understand the pain and darkness of the world.

This kind of person should have been avoided by him, but he got in touch with him more and more by accident.

Then, he gradually discovered another side of Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao always smiled, no matter when he was happy or sad, even when he sat on the roof watching the stars and talked about his brother who had died for many years, he kept smiling.

Fu Yuan vaguely felt that there was a film in Jiang Yao's heart, like an insecure child.

He turned on the phone, and the screen was still on the dialogue interface between him and Jiang Yao, and the question he sent before was still pressed alone at the bottom without getting an answer.

Fu Yuan: After the performance, do you want to see the stars again?

He raised his head and looked at the young man who was about to take the stage in the distance. The light hit his smooth and fair side face through the gap in the curtain. Under the white shirt was a handsome and slender figure. His expression was indifferent, and the smile on his lips But passionate.

The light was very dazzling, and Jiang Yao had to squint slightly to walk to the piano safely. The staff met his eyes, indicating that everything was ready.

Jiang Yao took a deep breath, and then smiled perfectly.

Just like every piano performance in the previous life.

This is a slightly bright piano piece, and it is not difficult. It is a piece of cake for Jiang Yao, who has played piano for 15 years in his previous life.It's just——he was sitting in the middle of the school's auditorium, with all kinds of parents of students below him, and nervous and expectant performers in the background.

Such a familiar scene inevitably reminded him of some past scenes.

At that time, he was still an ordinary senior high school student, and he also sat in the middle of the school auditorium to perform, while the two people who loved him the most in the world sat in the auditorium below.

Amidst the flowing sound of the piano, Jiang Yao slightly raised his eyes and looked at the auditorium below.

He met a pair of quiet and gentle eyes.

——Dad, Mom.

Everyone was immersed in the beautiful sound of the piano, but Fu Yuan frowned slightly, he was still thinking about the look he had just looked at Jiang Yuanyuan.In this direction, Jiang Yao was indeed looking at him, but that look... seemed to be looking at someone through him, or even through the entire auditorium.

Fu Yuan was a little worried. After thinking about it, he got up and left the auditorium to go backstage.It wasn't until he could see Jiang Yao's back behind the backstage curtain that he breathed a sigh of relief. This distance calmed down his inexplicably irritable heart.

He hoped that Jiang Yao would be the first person he saw after stepping down from the stage.

Fu Yuan looked at the figure, and the corners of his lips gradually curled up, but in the next second, his expression froze instantly.

The flashing light brought everyone's attention to the headspace of the auditorium, and they all screamed when they saw the crumbling chandelier at a glance.

Jiang Yao was still sitting there ignorant, the danger was hanging over his head.

Amidst the screams of the crowd, he stroked the keys with a smile, his eyes flicked across the void and stopped at a certain place, as if he was talking to an old friend, the smile on his lips was tinged with sadness.

"Dad, Mom, you are here."

With a bang, the chandelier fell.

Fragments of memories flashed across Jiang Yao's mind, flickering like light and shadow.

"I'm very busy working abroad now, so you can stay in China and take care of Yaoyao in the future."

"Why me? Am I not busy with work? Every holiday this year, I go back to China to accompany him. How many times have you accompanied him?"

"Do you think it's easy for me? If you hadn't told him to learn piano back then, how could he look more and more like Yun Yun! When I saw him, it was like seeing Yun Yun!"

"What are you talking about? He discussed with you about learning the piano at the beginning, but you wished him to be like Yunyun! Why don't you like it now?"

"Don't talk to me about it! It's as if you love Yaoyao so much. If you had done your best back then, Yun Yun wouldn't have died!"

"Shut up! How many times have I said it, it was an accident!"

"Heh... why didn't you kill yourself when you were drinking and driving with your children? God is really blind."

Mom and Dad were arguing, but the content of their quarrel left him at a loss.He didn't know who Yunyun they were talking about, or what the accident was.

It was when he was performing in his third year of high school. His performance ended early and he returned to the backstage, thinking that he would be warmly welcomed by his parents who had finally rushed back to China, but he overheard them arguing.

Jiang Yao always thought that they loved him very much, because even though they couldn't accompany him all year round abroad, they pampered him in every possible way during the limited time, squandering all the money on him, as long as it was what he wanted, there would be nothing for him. What you can't get, except companionship.

But they were arguing over who would stay with him in the country, and it turned out that none of them wanted to be by his side.

Perhaps from that time on, he no longer believed in the word love.When 18 years of love can be a huge lie, what can become true?

——Jiang Yao gently closed his eyes.

The screams in his ears gradually faded away, he heard a muffled grunt, but he didn't feel any pain, a warm embrace eagerly protected him, he could only vaguely see a smooth jaw, and a few drops from the forehead Drops of blood flowing down.