After crossing, I became the sweet pastry of the wealthy

Zhang Sichen got out of the car, walked into the weedy path, and approached the iron gate step by step.

Zuo Zengqi didn't trust anyone. Out of caution, he sent all the gangsters he paid for to wait in another place, and he stayed here by himself.

Not far from the door, there were several discarded fire bottles, and Zhang Sichen picked them up expressionlessly.

He knocked on the door, calling out to identify him.As soon as Zuo Zengqi poked his head out, he was knocked unconscious by the oncoming iron can.

Zhang Sichen kicked away Zuo Zengqi who was like a puddle of mud, walked into the dilapidated factory building, and in the dim light, saw Song Jin'an who was bound hand and foot and fainted in a corner.

His fair skin was stained with ashes, and one part of his skin was rubbed off, and a large area was red.

"An'an." Zhang Sichen walked over, squatted down, untied the rope, and at the same time said in a hoarse voice, I'm sorry.

"I don't want to hurt you, I won't hurt you, Song Jin'an, I'm sorry."

Zhang Sichen picked him up, put him into the car gently, and covered Song Jin'an with the prepared coat.

After doing this, Zhang Sichen picked up the rope used to tie Song Jin'an, tied it to Zuo Zengqi, put a stick on his forehead, and then left.

Fu Chengwang will definitely come later, and I will leave it to him to deal with the aftermath.

He never thought of hurting Song Jin'an, he just wanted to look at him, get close to him, that's all.

Now he has difficulty playing the piano, his mental illness is getting worse, and he will have convulsions when his emotions fluctuate too much, making him unable to move.

But he found that whenever he saw Song Jin'an, his mood would involuntarily relax, and his tense nerves would gradually relax.

Inspiration also flooded his mind continuously, relaxed and free.

Everything was the same as it was before he was sick.

It was because he was too eager and did not use the right method, which caused Fu Chengwang to notice that Song Jin'an was alienated.

At the beginning, he hired someone to take the photo, that is, the sneak photo of Song Jinan and Yang Xunli, bought an account on hacker.com, and sent it to Fu Chengwang.

At that time, he also told himself that it was just because he wanted to keep everything as it was, and he hoped that Fu Chengwang would be vigilant and not let other people get close to Song Jin'an.

Unexpectedly, in the end, Fu Chengwang himself was included in the vigilance target.

Looking at Song Jin'an's sleeping face, Zhang Sichen whispered, "I just want to hear you play the piano and play the piano with you."

But he was wrong, he was self-righteous, and used the wrong method, which pushed people further and further away.

"For the last time, play the first piano for me."

There was no starlight tonight, his whispers sounded from the boundless darkness, but after all, only he could hear them.

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After Fu Chengwang received Zhang Sichen's call, his face immediately became gloomy, and he was bitingly cold.

He turned on the computer, but he didn't see Song Jin'an's location, probably because his phone was turned off.

Fu Chengwang began to remotely force restart, but the signal of Song Jinan's mobile phone seemed to be very poor, so it took him three attempts to restart before he succeeded.

After confirming the location, Fu Chengwang set off with his people. He rushed to the front and cut the side road all the way. The speed of the car was so fast that the car almost fell apart.

Fortunately, Zuo Zengqi was greedy back then and kept his phone, otherwise the current location would probably be a trash can.

At this time, Zhang Sichen had already left with his people.

When Song Jin'an woke up, he was sleeping on a big soft bed, covered with a soft and warm quilt.

He didn't realize it for a while, how could he be kidnapped and be treated so well?

The bedside lamp relieved him from the discomfort after opening his eyes, and a glass of water was handed to his pillow. Song Jin'an was startled and sat up nervously.

I saw Zhang Sichen, looking at him without blinking, raising his arms, asking him to drink water.

Song Jin'an frowned, how could Zhang Sichen be like this?Like a terminally ill patient who is about to die.

He took the water and moistened his throat.

"I won't hurt you." Zhang Sichen said, as if worried that Song Jin'an would not believe it, he added: "I rescued you from Zuo Zengqi."

"Uh..." Song Jin'an was silent for a moment, and thanked him in a low voice.

Zhang Sichen traced Song Jin'an's appearance with his eyes, he smiled suddenly, and said in a begging tone, "Yes, can you play the piano with me?"

Song Jin'an was taken aback for a moment, and then he noticed that beside the bed, there was a piano and a guqin.

He stared blankly for a while, not understanding what Zhang Sichen meant by this, why did he want to play the piano all of a sudden?

But Zhang Sichen's condition was too bad, as if he was about to lose his breath in the next second.

He sighed, and finally stood up from the bed, walked to the guqin and sat down.

After moving his fingers a bit, he checked the sound habitually, and he said, "What are you playing?"

"Let's play our first piece of music." Zhang Sichen sat down in front of the piano and smiled softly at Song Jin'an.

"Flowers in the Dark".

The first half of this piece, composed by Zhang Sichen, is dark, depressing, and struggling.

The second half was written by Song Jin'an, beautiful, hope, see you tomorrow.

The two completely different music styles are perfectly blended together. This is Zhang Sichen's favorite piece of music in his life.

He thought, in the end, let's play a ensemble together, which can be regarded as fulfilling a wish.

When Fu Chengwang arrived, they had just finished playing.

Zhang Sichen got up, walked Song Jinan to the door, and said with a smile, "Goodbye..."

Goodbye, the flower that blooms in my night.I hope you will never understand that goodbye has another meaning, which is to never see you again.