The seven years between me and Zha Gong

Fang Qiyan's father sneered and said, "Fang Qiyan, what would your younger brother think if he saw you like this?"

Fang Qiyan was stunned, looking at his father, his eyes were full of coldness: "Don't mention my brother."

Fang Qiyan's father sneered, and said, "What's wrong? Isn't it your fault? If you didn't take good care of him, he wouldn't have been abducted by his enemies, and his whereabouts are still unknown." 8

Fang Qiyan's heart throbbed. He clenched his fists and said nothing. Li's mother couldn't stand it, and hurriedly said, "Master, you can't blame the young master for that incident. The young master was only seven years old at that time..." 4

"I know, so I don't blame him." Fang Qiyan's father looked at Fang Qiyan and said, "I just hope he can think about it. Now he lives in a big house, receives a good education, and is the young master of our Fang family. But his younger brother didn't know where he was suffering, Fang Qiyan, don't be so absurd anymore, don't you still want to be famous in the future, so you can get your younger brother back?"

Fang Qiyan lowered his eyes, was short of breath, and couldn't speak a word.

"That's all I've said, you can take care of yourself." After Fang Qiyan's father finished speaking, he walked to the door of the villa.

Mama Li hurried to catch up: "Master, it's late, why don't you stay..."

Fang Qiyan's father waved his hand and said, "I still have business to discuss, so you take good care of him."

The door of the villa was closed, Fang Qiyan stood blankly, looking at the photos on the ground in a daze, Li Ma walked up to him, and said softly: "Young master, don't take it to heart, the second young master was abducted by the enemy, isn't it? Your fault, you were very young then." 2

Fang Qiyan stared blankly at the photo without saying a word.

"Master, pack up and go to sleep." Li Ma said softly.

Fang Qiyan was still standing there blankly, Li Ma sighed, turned around and left, Fang Qiyan stood there all night in the living room.

The next day, when Lan Weiyu came out of the hospital, it was just dawn. He yawned and came to school by bicycle. Fang Qiyan was late today, and the second class was almost over. A messy hair came into the classroom.

"Fang Qiyan, you're late." The history teacher frowned.

Fang Qiyan put his schoolbag on the table vigorously, with a gloomy face, the history teacher sighed, and continued to teach, Lan Weiyu looked at Fang Qiyan's back worriedly, the boy leaned on the back of the chair, his movements were casual and chic, with some decadent beauty , Lan Weiyu held the pen tightly, frowning slightly.

Fang Qiyan kept that posture until the end of get out of class, when the bell rang, and the history teacher walked out of the classroom with the textbook in his arms.

Lan Weiyu stood up and was about to walk over, when a delicate figure flashed in front of her eyes, Chen Ningshuang ran over, took Fang Qiyan's arm, and said with a smile: "Qi Yan, I want to tell you some good news."

Fang Qiyan raised his eyebrows and looked at her without speaking. Lan Weiyu looked at the two of them, swallowed, and stood still.

"Next Saturday, [-]th, I will take part in a piano competition at Fengcheng Concert Hall. This competition is very important. I hope you can come, Qi Yan." Chen Ningshuang said with a blushing face.

Fang Qiyan was silent, but Lan Weiyu was very nervous. June [-]th was his birthday. Fang Qiyan said that he would help him celebrate his birthday...

Lan Weiyu looked at Fang Qiyan, would he agree?

Fang Qiyan gently broke away from Chen Ningshuang's hand and said, "Okay, I will go." 5

Chen Ningshuang was stunned, with a happy expression on her face, she did not expect Fang Qiyan to agree.

"That's great Qi Yan, I'm very happy, see you next week~!" Chen Ningshuang pressed a light kiss on Fang Qiyan's face, glanced at Lan Weiyu proudly, turned and left.

Lan Weiyu clenched his fists tightly, feeling his heart ache, Fang Qiyan, obviously agreed to him... Lan Weiyu looked at Fang Qiyan for a long time, but still didn't have the courage to say what he wanted to say, and Fang Qiyan never looked back at him from the beginning to the end.

The class bell rang, the teacher walked into the classroom, and the monitor reminded in a low voice: "Lan Weiyu, class is on."

Lan Weiyu smiled bitterly, turned around and returned to her seat.

Xiaoran, you are wrong. I do have a long time, but is that time enough to make that person fall in love with me?

Is it enough to make him look back at me and consider how I feel?

Lan Weiyu looked at Fang Qiyan's back with sadness in his eyes. 2