The coach is sweet and innocent [E-sports]

When Ji Chunqing saw this number for the first time, he immediately remembered that it was Ji Quran's assistant's mobile phone number. He had dialed this number many times in order to meet his so-called father when he was a child, and he knew it by heart.

For the first time, Ji Chunqing didn't answer, no matter what the other person wanted to say to him, Ji Chunqing didn't want to hear it, after the fight in the cemetery that day, Ji Chunqing swore that he would never have anything to do with this person again in his life.

Besides, he also understands Ji Quran's character. Apart from the piano, this person has never been attached to anything else in his life.If he doesn't answer the call, Ji Quran probably won't call again.

However, Ji Chunqing miscalculated this time. For several days, the number rang again and again paranoidly, and the mobile phone in Ji Chunqing's pocket almost turned into a diamond.Ji Chunqing blocked that number, and from the next day, calls from another unknown number continued, which made Ji Chunqing very upset

Ji Chunqing didn't want to answer, but he was annoyed that the other party kept calling. With so many eyes in the club, someone would always find something wrong with him.Sickle raised his mouth that day, Ji Chunqing scolded his mother in his heart, and clenched his hands into fists to resist the urge to smash the phone.After a long while, Ji Chunqing let out a sigh of relief, went out and turned left into the meeting room, locked it and pressed the connect button.

A male voice on the opposite side immediately whispered: "Mr. Ji, the young master took it."

Ji Chunqing's expression was stern, and the other hand firmly grasped the back of a chair in the meeting room. The other end of the phone was quiet for two seconds. Ji Chunqing heard a breathing sound, and then the man he swore he would never see again spoke slowly: "Ding Yun went looking for you?"

Ji Chunqing didn't speak.

There was a quiet stalemate between the two for more than a minute, Ji Quran snorted coldly, and his voice became contemptuous: "Ding Yun told his father after he came back that you had a boyfriend and that you have been outside for so many years , but learned a lot of dirty tricks."

"Yeah, I've learned a lot about being a prostitute." Ji Chunqing's knuckles were white while holding the phone, and his whole body was trembling: "Then why is the famous Ji Da musician so stalking? How about calling me gay?"

The voice on the other side was also tainted with forbearable anger: "If I can, I will never waste my time talking nonsense with you!" The other side calmed down for two seconds before saying in a deep voice: "I'm looking for you this time because of Shining. "

The moment Ji Chunqing heard the name, his eyes shattered, and he slammed the chair in his hand against the wall. The corner of the chair made a shallow hole in the wall, and the broken pieces fell to the ground with a clang. .

"Why do you give her name?" Ji Chunqing's eyes were so red that he was about to bleed, every word was full of hatred: "Now that things have happened, you still have the face to mention her name?"

Hearing Ji Chunqing's voice, the person on the other side calmed down a lot: "Shi Ning once said that she would write a song for her family. I always thought she didn't have time to write it. Last week I looked through her belongings and found that song She has already written it."

"You," Ji Chunqing clenched his lower lip: "No, you are not qualified to touch her things!"

Ji Chunqing has always regretted that he did not go back to Ji's house after his mother's death to take all her belongings away. When he thought of her things being touched by him, Ji Chunqing felt extremely disgusted and heartbroken.

On the opposite side, Ji Quran seemed to have not heard what Ji Chunqing said, and continued: "Shining left a letter behind the piece, she hopes that this piece will be performed by me and you, and I will hold a performance in Berlin next month .”

"I won't go!" Ji Chunqing gritted his teeth and said, "I don't want to see your face again in my life!"

"This is to fulfill your mother's last wish. Otherwise, I also don't want to see you! Ji Chunqing, this is for Shining!"

"I said, you are not allowed to mention my mother's name again, Ji Quran, you are not worthy!" Ji Chunqing hung up the phone resentfully, crouched down/body with her head in her arms, as if trying desperately to suppress the trembling of her whole body.

Ji Chunqing didn't want to recall, but his thoughts still drifted unconsciously to that rainy day. In front of his mother's grave, the father and son who had basically never communicated with each other stood aside, blaming each other for their faults. He directly came up and punched Ji Quran down, pressed on him, and asked him over and over again why his wife was sick and why did he only care about his own concert?Why a phone call and a word of concern are all stingy to this wife who has been with him for many years.

The man was beaten by himself until the corner of his mouth was bleeding, and his hair was messy.He was lying on the ground, looking up at Ji Chunqing, but suddenly smiled: "You know to blame me, what about yourself? Where was your only son when Shining passed away? Aren't you also preparing for your own competition? Isn't every word you scold me scolding yourself? After all, aren't you and I both essentially the same?"

The man smiled ironically and contemptuously, and he said, "Son, we are one kind of people."

As if struck by lightning, Ji Chunqing trembled violently as if he would faint in the next second.

Are we one of a kind?

It turns out that we are one kind of people.

A line of tears flowed from the corner of Ji Chunqing's eyes and shattered on the ground in front of his mother's grave.Ji Quran's words hit Ji Chunqing's heart like a heavy hammer.It turned out that I couldn't get rid of my mother's death.

At the last moment of her mother's life, the two people she loved the most in her life were not by her side.This was the most painful memory of Ji Chunqing's life. The picture of her mother struggling to breathe with an oxygen tank in, lying alone on the bed was Ji Chunqing's nightmare for many years.During the two years of hastily retiring from the military, Ji Chunqing woke up in the middle of the night, sat up from the bed in a cold sweat, and curled up on the bed covering his face and crying, Ji Chunqing never wanted to recall it in his life.

The door handle of the conference room was moved, and the people outside saw that it could not be opened, so they knocked on the door twice, and said softly, "Ji Chunqing?"

It is Nanyi.

Ji Chunqing tried his best to control the trembling muscles and stood up, walked over to open the door, Ji Chunqing knew that his current state must look bad, so he lowered his head and pulled Nanyi in: "Come in and talk."

Nanyi was led by Ji Chunqing into the conference room, looked around the messy ground, and looked back at Ji Chunqing quietly.

Ji Chunqing took two breaths to calm down, raised his head and shrugged indifferently as usual: "That call was from my dad, he said..."

Ji Chunqing gritted his teeth: "He said..." The words that had been brewing for a long time but could not be uttered, Ji Chunqing sighed and gave up: "Don't ask anything now, I don't want to mention it."

Nan Yi didn't speak, and grabbed Ji Chunqing's shoulders and held him tightly in his arms.The warm embrace of the young man is undoubtedly the greatest comfort to Ji Chunqing now. Ji Chunqing's hands were stiff for two seconds, and finally he hugged Nanyi's waist as if giving up.

"Really," Ji Chunqing buried his face on Nanyi's shoulder, his voice was crying: "Why do I run into you every time like this?"

There was a burst of warm dampness from the fabric on the shoulders, Nan Yi frowned lightly, and put his hand on the back of Ji Chunqing's head in distress, Nan Yi couldn't help thanking the gods in his heart, fortunately, every time Ji Chunqing was sad, he All by his side.

Half an hour later, Ji Chunqing quickly walked upstairs through the corridor with his head down, while Nanyi went back to the training room silently. Hou Pingping looked at Nanyi and took the computer on Ji Chunqing's desk and was about to go out. He was concerned He asked, "Is the coach okay?"

"Well, it's okay." Nanyi's voice could not hear any emotion, but the shoulder was inexplicably wet.Noticing Hou Pingping's probing gaze, Nanyi turned his back to Hou Pingping: "The coach is working upstairs tonight, so I'll give him the computer."

There was no replay and additional training from Ji Chunqing at night, and the training ended early. When Nan Yi returned to the dormitory, Ji Chunqing was lying on the table looking at the moon outside the window.

Nan Yi frowned slightly: "Why don't you go to bed earlier? Are you afraid of catching a cold after lying down like this?" After speaking, he hurriedly walked over and touched Ji Chunqing's hand, it was really cool.

Seeing that Nanyi was going to be unhappy, Ji Chunqing clasped his hand behind his back: "There was such a disturbance in the afternoon, and now my mind is very confused and I can't sleep."

Nan Yi sighed: "At least go take a bath to warm up."

When Ji Chunqing came out of the shower, Nan Yi was sitting by the bed, with his hands on his knees, frowning and thinking about something.Ji Chunqing walked over and took Nan Yi's arm: "Lie down with me for a while."

The two fell down at the same time, and a large piece sank in the center of the mattress. Nan Yi looked at Ji Chunqing's brows and eyes, and there was still a little redness under the corners of his eyes. Nan Yi stretched out his hand, and his thumb lightly passed Ji Chunqing's eyes. Closing his eyes slightly, he rubbed Nanyi's hand with rare reliance.

"I didn't feel it before, but now I find that you are really warm." Ji Chunqing hugged Nan Yi's waist with both hands, rested his head on Nan Yi's chest, and closed his eyes slightly to absorb the warmth of his body greedily.

Nanyi also embraced Ji Chunqing, and sighed: "It feels so good to be so dependent on you."

"Hou Pingping and the others didn't see anything, did they?"

"No." Nan Yi lowered his head and kissed Ji Chunqing's head: "I said you are not feeling well and go upstairs to rest."

Ji Chunqing nodded.

The two hugged each other in silence for a long time, Ji Chunqing raised his head, and the young man's clear eyes immediately met his gaze, Ji Chunqing smiled and said, "Why don't you sleep."

"I can't sleep either, it's still early today."

"Then let's talk!"

Nanyi paused for a moment, but quickly returned to his normal expression: "What are you talking about?"

Ji Chunqing was also thinking, what are we talking about?The best thing to talk about at this time is the content of the phone call in the afternoon. Although Nanyi didn't ask, he must be curious.

Ji Chunqing's eyes sank slightly, and after taking two deep breaths, he said as calmly as possible: "My dad...it should be said to be my mother. I hope Ji Quran and I will play a piece together. Next month, Ji Quran will have a concert in Berlin. Performance."

"You going?"

"No," Ji Chunqing's eyes turned cold: "I can't play with him."

Nan Yi didn't know what to say, so he closed his eyes and hugged Ji Chunqing even tighter: "If you don't want to see him, then don't see him, just follow me to the competition."

"Stop talking about this, let's talk about something else!" Nan Yi took the initiative to change the topic, rolled his eyes, and smiled at Ji Chunqing: "Tell me about me!"

The author has something to say: Hey, I feel sorry for Qingqing