Ch9 - Tragedy, it’s a great tragedy ah (2/2)
Wen Mo is Wen Xiuting’s and Xu Yongyi’s eldest son. Because his father neglected him and deliberately treated him coldly, his personality was extremely introverted and quiet. He can spend half a day not saying a single word, and even as his mother cried until her face was full of tears, he still just stood to the side quietly, silent like his name’s meaning.
Wen Mo’s name is闻墨, 墨 can be derived from 静默, which is to be silent.
“Sister, listen to me.” Xue Ling eyes were hooded, “Go home, take out all the cash and the funds that you can move, put them all in a new account of your own, and then take all of your and Momo’s the identity documents, leave City X, go to City Z, first find a hotel to stay in, and wait for me to get back.”
“Ah?” Wen Xiuting’s face is full of confusion, even if she was a little tired from crying, she had not become a fool. What her brother was asking her to do are not things that should be done upon their parents’ death. “But what about Mom and Dad and Yongyi?”
Xue Ling’s lips lifted, “Sister, my competition is about to start. After it’s over, I will immediately fly back to deal with mom and dad’s affairs, don’t worry. Just do as I said first, I will contact brother-in-law.”
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“But… Why?”
“Sister, mom and dad’s car crash was not an accident.” Xue Ling very calmly spoke out the truth. “It’s not safe for you and Momo to stay in City X, be good and listen to me this once.”
It’s the first time that Wen Xiuting, who has been the elder sibling for so many years, heard her brother talk to herself like this.
Over the years, her younger brother, who has always been immersed in his own world, seems to have come out of it…
Wen Xiuting is really happy, and yet also sorrowful, it’s amazing Wen Xiuyuan can guess that there are forces behind their parents’ affairs. within such a short time. Adding on her own doubts towards her youngest son, she pursed her lips and nodded, “Then, Yongyi and Qingqing’s side, will be handed to you.”
“Rest assured sister, you keep yourself and Momo safe, wait for me to pick you up, and then we can discuss everything properly.”
“Ok.”
Xu Yongyi is someone who married into the family. According to the original agreement, he and Wen Xiuting’s first child must bear the surname Wen. That child is Wen Mo. Xu Qing, the second son, has never gained Xiuting’s affection. Instead, Xu Yongyi’s care for him was extraordinary, wanting to keep him by his side every day.
Wen Xiuting had doubts towards this son. She clearly remembered that before she passed out from the pain, she heard a nurse shouting that she was a girl, but when she woke up, she was told by her husband that it was a boy. At the beginning, she only thought she had been hallucinating, but she just couldn’t bring herself to love Xu Qing.
After hanging up the phone, Xue Ling turned around and opened the door. The staff who came to inform him that he was going up on stage next stood outside the door a bit dazed, hand still raised in the air, apparently about to knock on the door when he opened it himself.
“Mr. Wen, it’s almost your turn. Follow me backstage.”
Xue Ling answered with a smile, “Thank you. Please lead the way.
The staff only felt their eyes being dazzled, somewhat unable to open their eyes in front of this pretty and delicate youth.
What’s the deal, why are the contestants in the music contest more dazzling than those from the talent show, to the point where one does not dare look on directly?
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Born from a rich and influential family, Wen Xiuyuan originally already had a special temperament. In fact, his appearance has always been very good, but because he was always cold and aloof, his sense of presence was not strong. Now that Xue Ling has taken over, his facial features in addition to Xue Ling’s own pair of fox eyes, naturally showed some brilliance. The moles under the corners of his eyes are attract attention, able to charm with just a slight smile.
The system curled up on Xue Ling’s shoulder reminded him, “Don’t change too fast, if people perceive Wen Xiuyuan’s abnormality, you will be rejected by the world again.”
Xue Ling made a sound to indicate he understood, adjusted the expression on his face, effectively taking back that freely fascinating air, so that the staff to the side cannot help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Really must be thankful, after the youth stopped smiling, he was finally able to breathe. Just now, he even felt that he was not qualified to stand beside him, polluting the air around him with just his breath.
This music competition is an international affair, held in a famous concert hall in Europe, with participants from all over the world. Xue Ling adjusted his suit and listened to the host introduce him on the stage as Mr. Wen.
The original body’s owner poured all his emotions into his piano playing. Although he had some shortcomings in technique, he could often move people to tears. His piano music was full of emotion and sincerely eulogizes this beautiful world.
Xue Ling won’t change his style, but what he can do, is improve the level of his technical skills.
Story translated by Chrysanthemum Garden.
Once you have a very long lifespan, simply living can turn into a very boring thing. Xue Ling has many interests and hobbies, even just playing the piano is something he spent a hundred years to study.
He travelled all over the world, and during that period, he visited countless masters that had left their marks in the annals of history until at last, like gaining an epiphany, he shut himself in closed-door reflection. When he came out again, he changed his hobby.
Style is something he can change slowly, but he still likes the way the original owner’s way of expressing his feelings.
The brilliant and talented young man slowly stepped up onto the stage under applause. His hair was tidily combed on his head, showing a pretty and delicate face. A slim suit outlined his upright figure, he is an easterner, not tall, but with long legs.
He bowed in greeting, and when he looked up again, everyone noticed his beautiful eyes.
Bright and sparkling, shining with love for the world.
He sat down, placed his hands on the piano keys.
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Music sounded, and everyone’s gazes shifted towards him.
His music, even just from the start, shook the hearts of everyone present.