The real young master was forced to debut [entertainment circle]

Shang Jingxing rushed towards him, but Lianyin dodged it, and he jumped straight to nothing.

"You don't love me anymore, Dad is sad." Shang Jingxing looked aggrieved.

Shang Lianyin pushed him away directly by pressing his head, with a helpless face: "Restrain yourself a little."

It's not embarrassing to see so many people.

After so many years, the rogue look has not changed at all.

It's even worse than before.

He looks like a child who can't grow up.

"Brother Yin, his father is so clingy!" Jin Junjie leaned on Gong Gaoyi and shook his head unconsciously, "My father only taught me love, if only he could be half as gentle as Shang Dong."

"Xinnan has been single for a year for this." After that, he made a prayer gesture.

Gong Gaoyi couldn't help but cast a blank look: "I think it's an extravagant hope. Being single for a year is easy to satisfy. Make your debut, boy!"

"Don't talk about being single for one year, it is possible to be single for ten years. Even if you don't want to be single, there are countless fans watching you with countless eyes." Gong Gaoyi patted Jin Junjie on the shoulder, walked around behind him, and turned the music Open it and continue practicing.

They can't compare with talent, they can only work a little harder than others.

"Please give way." Lianyin looked at the two father and son blocking the door, and walked around Shang Jingxing. Shang Jingxing followed him step by step, tilting his head to look at him, "Take you out for dinner, let's go to a party." The De family banquet eats mountain delicacies and thorn dragon buds."

Another rare thorn dragon bud?

Lianyin sighed helplessly: "I don't like it that much either."

"But last time you obviously ate..." A lot...

Before he finished speaking, he quickly changed his words: "It's okay, if you don't like it, let's change it. Today I eat other, eight major cuisines, there is always something I like, and I have to try more in life."

Shang Lianyin: "..." Why do I feel that there is something in your words?

He himself doesn't know what he likes.

Which dish is eaten more and which dish is eaten less depends entirely on the mood at the time.

Or how far this dish is from him.

Is this how Shang Jingxing judges his preferences?

He let out a long sigh of relief, didn't bother to speak, and within two steps, he was blocked by a small supermarket trolley.

The netted edges of the trolley are filled with golden sunflowers, and the center of the sunflowers is full. Gift boxes of various colors are piled up into a hill, and the top of the hill is a colorful envelope in macarons.

"Surprise~" Shang Yan walked over to push the cart, put his hands on the other end of the cart, leaned forward half prone on the small cart, and pushed the cart one step closer to him.

"It's all a gift from fans, do you like it?" Shang Yan took out a sunflower from the tic tac toe basket of the cart and sent it to him, his young and handsome face smiled brighter and brighter against the sunflower.

Lianyin stared blankly, feeling her heart skip a beat for a moment.

A large piece of brilliant gold rushed towards the face, as if one could feel the warm heat emanating from that color.

His heart trembled slightly, and a trace of warmth flashed across his chest, his hands hanging by his sides, feeling a little helpless for no reason.

This feels like the excitement of receiving flowers from fans for the first time when I performed with my uncle and aunt when I was a child.

That was not a big concert, but a small concert, and his uncle and aunt let him take the stage together in order to exercise his courage.

After the performance, everyone received flowers, but he didn't.

When he was young, he saw that other brothers and sisters had flowers, but he was the only one who didn't.

It is inevitable that I will be disappointed in my heart, but I am so proud that I don't say anything.

Just as he was packing up his things and preparing to leave the stage, his aunt stuffed a large bouquet of sunflowers she had received into his arms: "Ayin performed very well today, I am Ayin's number one fan."

Bright colors rushed towards his face, and a large bouquet of flowers was about to drown his small body, and it took him a lot of effort to hug the bouquet of flowers reluctantly.

The memory of that performance has long been blurred, but his aunt's smile and that beam of bright gold are always engraved in his mind.

He accidentally took the sunflower that Shang Yan handed over, and the stalks felt fluffy when his fingertips brushed over them.

The palms and hearts are itchy and warm.

Do you like sunflowers?

Shang Yan silently wrote it down in his heart, no wonder he didn't like the rose he gave last time.

It turned out that he sent the wrong flowers, and he had to give sunflowers next time.

"The fans watched your last episode and knew that you were injured, so they sent you a lot of plasters." Shang Yan smiled, lowered his head and found a few small Tiffany blue boxes from inside and handed them to him.

Shang Lianyin squeezed the slender stem of the sunflower, and only held it for a second, but felt that it was too hot, so she put the sunflower back into the cart.

How can he make those who have never met face-to-face remember him so much: "My injuries are all healed, I don't need them anymore. Thank them instead of me, and the presents are no longer needed."

"By the way, don't just accept fan gifts for me in the future." He stopped looking at the flowers and walked around the trolley to leave. Shang Yan leaned on the trolley and looked at him crookedly, "Let's have dinner together." , I’ll pick you up as soon as I get off work.”

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Shang Jingxing, and when he heard that voice, Lianyin thought he heard it wrong.

Why is he called brother?Already familiar with this level of presumptuousness?

He stared blankly at Shang Jingxing.

Shang Jingxing was horrified by the look, and didn't understand the deep meaning in his eyes. He thought it was because he didn't have time to accompany him recently, rolled his eyes, and pursed his lips nervously: "It's my fault that I didn't train with you. wrong."

"Give me some time. After this period, I will finish handling the company's affairs. I promise to come and train with you on time every day."

Shang Lianyin sighed: "..."

"It's not your fault, you have your responsibility."

Shang Jingxing was right, and so was Shang Yan.

His past misfortunes were not caused by them, after all, he shouldn't have been refusing their kindness and approach.

He finally agreed to have this meal, he sat in the center, Shang Yan and Shang Jingxing each occupied one side.

Shang Yan handed him the menu and waited for him to order.

"What do you want to eat?" Shang Yan glanced at him vaguely.

Shang Lianyin looked at the menu and quickly closed it, handing the menu back: "Whatever."

"Is there anything taboo?"

"No."

Shang Yan looked at the menu in his hand and once again found it difficult to order.

Every meal has different requirements, and it is harder to serve than a girlfriend~

He understood why those boys on the Internet were always anxious about what to eat on a date.

He thought about which dishes he had eaten last time, and ordered them one by one, and ordered new ones for all others.

Since you don't know what you like, you can only explore slowly, and you have to keep trying new ones.

"Brother, do you eat shrimp?" Shang Yan asked Shang Jingxing, who waved his hand and smiled, "Just decide."

Looking at the tacit understanding between the two, Shang Lianyin's mood plummeted, probably because they are too familiar with each other to be called brother.

He seemed unable to call him dad, uncle, or elder brother.

As soon as the dishes were served, Shang Jingxing began to pick up the dishes enthusiastically: "Did you train hard recently?"

Shang Lianyin sat without moving her chopsticks, propped her chin and replied lazily: "It's okay."

"If you need anything, remember to tell Brother Yan, he has always been in the program group and can take care of you." Shang Jingxing raised his hand and touched his head, Lianyin wanted to hide but was too lazy to do so, and let him touch it.

Shang Yan sat up straight after hearing this, and gave him a wink: "24 hours a day, your company, if you want to attend an event, you can tell it."

"..." Shang Lianyin looked at him full of energy, even if he knew that he had good intentions, he still couldn't get up.

He just nodded lightly and said "hmm" softly.

Shang Jingxing: "You don't have to worry about Shang Muhan's affairs. Qing Leng brought back another woman who identified you as the murderer from there. The lawyer who bought you back then has also been found. The witnesses and material evidence are complete. , they can’t escape. You just need to concentrate on training.”

Shang Lianyin lowered her eyes, but still only replied with the word "um", acting quite calmly.

Back then Li Li brought back three girls, Wu Cheng, An Ge, and Wang Qi. That girl was sold to a local bachelor three days before the incident.

She escaped again that night and witnessed the murder.

It's just that Wang Qi's personality was too timid, and she couldn't tell the truth at the time, or she might have identified him as Li Li's son just like Wu Yan, and out of a mentality of revenge, she identified him as the murderer.

But he didn't expect that she was still in that mountain. He thought that after identifying him, Shang Muhan would take her out of the mountain.

However, the reason for not bringing her seems not so hard to guess. Wang Qi is timid and cowardly by nature, with average appearance and mediocrity, and her IQ is also ignorant and mediocre.

Such a person can't get into Shang Muhan's eyes, and it's only natural for him to be abandoned if he has no use value.

Qing Leng pulled her out of that mountain, even if she had to spend a few years in prison, she would admit it.

In the prison, it is probably more comfortable to get along with the foolish people in that mountain.

He was eating slowly, and Shang Yan handed over a small plate of shelled shrimp, and he was in a good mood so he picked up a piece.

Shang Yan: "That's for Dad... Aren't you allergic to seafood..."

Shang Jingxing put all the prawns into his bowl: "He's not allergic, he's just talking nonsense."

Shang Yan: ...I also believed in your evil!

Not long after, Shang Jingxing took out an ID card and handed it to Lian Yin: "This is your ID card, remember to keep it."

The ID card is freshly baked, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar name on it, the changed age, birthday, and the new residential address on it.

He felt strange like never before.

The strangeness made him feel that this ID card was stolen from someone else.

But there was still a trace of inexplicable excitement and surging in my heart.

He finally had a legal identity, and he put his ID card into his arms calmly, at this moment there was a little smile on his indifferent face.

Shang Jingxing looked at the subtle expression on his face, his heart clenched as if being scratched by a cat's paw, the wound was bloody, and even breathing was painful.

"Yanyan, you go out first."

Shang Yan's body was slightly stiff, and the hand that was peeling the shrimp stopped suddenly.

He pushed away the chair and got up, handed the peeled crystal clear shrimps to Lianyin, and walked out silently.

After closing the door, Shang Yan seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and squatted down silently.

The lights in the corridor of the hotel cast down from the top of the head, and the long eyelashes cast a shadow in front of the eyes.

Wen Ti is gone, is he about to be kicked out?

Shang Yan silently turned on the phone, looked at the eight-figure balance in Alipay on the phone, and suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of security.

It's okay, I still have an eight-figure balance, even if I'm kicked out, I can still barely live.

Not afraid not afraid.

As soon as Shang Yan went out, Shang Jingxing dragged the stool and leaned against Lianyin to hold his hand, but Lianyin withdrew her hand like an electric shock, and was held back by him again.

Warm hands wrapping his palms, Shang Lianyin's heartbeat speeded up inexplicably, fingertips touched each other, fingers were slightly numb, and even breathing was tight.

Shang Jingxing's hands were slender and smooth, with distinct joints.

Even if he is older, in terms of the age of his hands, he is obviously younger than him.

Shang Lianyin's hands are actually not rough, probably due to her good genes, she was born with delicate skin, and she has recovered a little from not doing rough work in the past half a month, but it still pales in comparison to Shang Jingxing, who has never done rough work all his life.

Shang Jingxing touched the lines on his palm, his heart seemed to be cracked with fine lines, rough, like blood thorns.

Lianyin's hand shape is very nice, with broad palms, slender but not too slender fingers, and well-defined, well-proportioned and strong joints.When I was young, I was often praised for having a pair of hands suitable for playing the piano. Everyone said that as long as I persisted in training, I would definitely become an excellent pianist in the future.

He touched his palm, and that pink scar seemed to be deeply pierced in Shang Jingxing's heart like a thorn.

"Does it hurt?" He touched the scar, Lianyin's palms were itchy, and his voice was low, "I forgot."

That scar was left by the dispute. It hurt the muscles and bones at that time, and it couldn't be treated in time. The scar was hideous and terrifying.

However, people's healing ability is beyond imagination, and it has been painless and itchy for seven years.

Except for the pain and numbness of the fingertips when using the fingers for a long time, it basically does not have much impact on life.

He doesn't need to practice the piano for eight or nine hours a day now. He basically uses his wrist for work. This scar is nothing but unsightly.

Shang Jingxing's heart ached inexplicably. Others didn't know the reason why he practiced paddling, but he had no reason not to know.

His goal is to be a pianist or violinist. He has been going to the professional stage since he was a child. His goal in life is not to sing and dance, but now he has to accept it.

His tears fell down and fell on Lianyin's palm.

Shang Lianyin inexplicably felt that her palm was hot, she withdrew her hand, and tried to keep her voice calm: "Don't do this, this is not caused by you, this is my own choice."

Shang Jingxing's distress and guilt also tormented him at the same time.

"It's because I didn't protect you well. You don't think I should." Shang Jingxing reached out and pulled him into his arms to hold him, his chin resting on the top of his head, tears fell one by one, making his scalp cool Numb.

"I was unable to protect you before, but now I want to protect you, but you don't seem to need it anymore."

Shang Lianyin let him hug her, with her hands hanging by her sides, wondering if she should give him a hug at this time.

He raised his hand and hugged him back, and Shang Jingxing burst into tears: "Ayin, give me a chance to make up for you when you come back, okay?"

He was just held and didn't answer.

Shang Jingxing took him to a cemetery where his uncle and aunt were buried. They were the parents he had called for many years. They used their bodies to shield him from the explosive debris and protect him under him. The world The person who loves him the most.

Looking at the young photo on the tombstone, the memory of the two of them seemed to come alive in his memory.

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