"See you tomorrow in the hospital."

"See you tomorrow in the hospital."

Dai Lin bid farewell to Gao Heyan and walked towards the hotel alone.

At this time, Dai Lin was in a very heavy mood.

In any case, Yin Wuque once had kindness to him. The spiritual healing points when David was admitted to the hospital were also paid by Yin Wuque.

But now, I and Yin Wuque are afraid they will go against each other.

If it was just a factional struggle within the hospital, that would be fine. But when recalling David in the village of Nanmeng, Dai Lin had to find a way to reveal the truth no matter what.

"Unless it is absolutely necessary, I really... don't want to be an enemy of Vice President Yin."

"You're thinking too much." Milan didn't understand what Dai Lin was about to be confused. "Everything Yin Wuque did to you was just to use you. You won't even see this, right? In that case, you don't need to have any psychological burden. Once your position is hostile, you will naturally give priority to your own position."

"The Chinese have a saying that no matter how you talk about your mind, no saints will be sacred."

Milan was stunned: "What did you mean just now? Why can't I understand?"

As a European, even if she learned Chinese, she could not understand these Chinese sentences by Dai Lin.

"Simply put, no matter what Yin Wuque's original intention, he has helped me after all. I know that he has the intention of the world, but it does not mean..."

"You Chinese people's ideas are really strange." Milan scoffed at Dai Lin's ideas: "What should you do if you consider these things? What is important is not whether Yin Wuque is a good person or a bad person, but whether his plan is not good for you. Children are right or wrong, and adults talk about pros and cons. I remember that this is what you Chinese people say."

At this moment, Dai Lin suddenly looked into the distance, and then was stunned.

"Milan! Hidden my body! Quick!"

At this time, five hundred meters behind a street in front of Dai Lin, he saw two familiar figures.

Milan's ability to hide can also play a role in people outside her.

The two people Dai Lin saw were sitting in a private room in a cafe.

Those were two men.

One is in a suit and ties, elegant, while the other is unkempt and has messy hair.

The former is Yin Wuque!

The latter is Xie Chengjun!

"Vice President Yin? Deputy Director Xie?"

Are these two people actually in City K? Is it still so close to Heituchuan Road?

Dai Lin immediately moved towards the cafe!

Yin Wuque was now enjoying a pianist playing the piano in the cafe.

Although it was in the private room, he could hear it clearly when he asked the waiter to open the door.

He could hear that the other party was about seven or eight levels of piano, which was nothing to him, but it was already a very powerful pianist for ordinary people. At least he was a pianist tutor and taught piano to children, which was not a big problem.

"Director Yin. Do you want to go and bounce it?" A puppy was lying at Xie Chengjun's feet. Originally, the cafe did not allow pets to come in, but Yin Wuque gave the store manager a tip and promised that the dog would only stay in the private room, so the store manager agreed.

"Am I?" Yin Wuque raised his hands with self-deprecatingly, these pair of fingers that were more delicate and slender than women. "These hands will only be used for surgery in the future, but... they will never be used to play the piano."

"That's a pity." Xie Chengjun sighed, "Your piano skills will never play again..."

"This is a pair of hands that kill people." Yin Wuque still stared at his fingers and continued: "Even including a completely innocent child. Is this worthy of playing music with these hands? That is a blasphemy to music."

Xie Chengjun hurriedly said, "Director Yin, this... the door is open..."

"Sheng Jun." Yin Wuque then looked at him and said, "You are the only true confidant I trust in the hospital. You should know...what I will do next."

"I will supervise the exam at the Hotel Aurone this time, right?"

"You understand, that's fine."

Speaking of this, he cut the steak on the table, held it in his hand, and fed the puppy.

"Sung Jun, if I can choose, I really don't want to hurt anyone."

"You... don't have to explain this to me."

"When I was a child, my fingers were madly fascinated when they first touched the piano keys," Yin Wuque stared at the puppy eating steak with his eyes, his eyes were extremely gentle. "But the price of touching the piano keys that time was that my hands were beaten to pieces."

At this time... Yin Wuque did not notice at all, and Dai Lin had already entered this private room.

"Do you know what's the reason?"

"Why?" Xie Chengjun asked cautiously.

Dai Lin was very surprised. Is this really the deputy director of the chatter chat?

"My father has always been a man who is so honest that he can be said to be very pedantic."

"Um……"

"So, he did not allow me to get in touch with anything related to entertainment, nor did he allow me to make any mistakes. Even if I only lost one point in the exam, he would force me to write a review letter, the kind of one thousand words."

"You... weren't kidding, are you? Only one point was deducted..."

"He couldn't rub sand in his eyes, so he would rather be called ruthless and selfless, and do anything selfless. My mother couldn't stand his character leaving. When I was a child, I had never even watched cartoons. All I had to do was reflect, reflect, and reflect... For example, I couldn't speak while eating, and I couldn't put my shoes in a skew. If I refused to admit my mistake, my father would choose to hit me. He firmly believed that only by educating a stick could produce excellent children."

"My father got angry with me the most serious time. When I was a child, I asked my classmates to borrow money and then lied that they were going to the Children's Palace to review. What I don't know is that my father actually arranged eyeliners among my classmates to supervise my words and deeds. After that, my father scolded me, why did he listen to that kind of trash music? Even if he had to listen to it, it had to be a classic red song."

"My father firmly believed that suffering is right, and happiness seemed to be an absolute sin. The more painful I lived, the more successful he thought this education would be. It was not until I got into the high school entrance exam that I had the opportunity to work and learn piano by myself. At that time, I only thought that one day I could play it for my father and let him truly recognize me."

Yin Wuque cut a small piece of steak for the puppy to eat.

"But I can never do it." Yin Wuque said this and raised his hand. "I did the most intolerable and forgiving behavior with my father's character. I once wrote hundreds of reviews because I didn't get one hundred points, failed to fold the quilt, and did not get up on time, but no one would punish me for killing me. My father couldn't either."

"Your father..."

"He died. Myocardial infarction. He had high blood pressure in his early years and did not take medicine on time. In the end, all the cardiovascular and cerebrovascular problems occurred. Until he died, he was unwilling to admit me, even if I could go to the city concert hall to perform on stage."

At this moment, Yin Wuque suddenly clenched his hands tightly.

"If I die and see my father, how would he scold me and beat me? Even if I write a hundred more reviews, I will not be able to come back if I kill anyone."

In Yin Wuque's memory, he was domesticated by his father, and he would reflex whatever he did. Generally, he would consider how his father would judge his behavior if he was.

If... he could learn piano earlier, his piano performance might be even better. Perhaps, he would have the opportunity to play ensembles with the poet on the stage.

"I have always invited my father to my performance, but he never came once. Once, I played the wrong note and I panicked. My father didn't come to my performance, but he would know it through others. I would go crazy whenever I think about it...and my fingers would start to be out of control."

Speaking of this, Yin Wuque's fingers trembled like conditioned reflexes.

"But Shiling, she said she appreciated my performance... She was enough to make herself a famous beautiful violinist with a huge single poster hanging outside the concert hall. She played the Stradivari violin in Italy, and she could applause every time she performed. She came to me after the performance and said that she liked my performance. Although she played a wrong note, she watched all my usual performances. She even gave me some very expensive music scores, giving me the opportunity to practice more."

Yin Wuque's finger trembling stopped at this moment.
Chapter completed!