Chapter 907: His Brain Was Damaged

  The trip was interrupted by a sudden rainstorm, and it was just as well that they had been playing for two consecutive days, so everyone was tired and needed to rest anyway.

  Yan Guangxing and Liangzi went out on business, Grandma and the others couldn't go out because of the rain, so they played enough in the hotel's entertainment facilities.

  Fang Mo Nan was painting in his room, with each minute and second passing quietly. By dusk, the rain had stopped, clouds dispersed, and the sun set in the west.

  After dinner, Fang Mo Nan and others strolled along the Pearl River to digest their food. After the rain, the cool breeze brought refreshment, dispelling the sweltering heat of several days. Even the air seemed to have turned cool, with a gentle, moist wind caressing your body. The light blue clouds like fire delighted your eyes and ears, while smiling elderly people held hands with butterfly-like children, and lovers strolled on the grassy riverbank to enjoy the summer evening.

  After walking for a while, Fang Mo Nan and others sat on the long bench by the river, but Mo Bei was a bit sulky. "You came out to play, aren't you happy? Don't be so gloomy."

  "I'm happy, but I haven't played the violin for a long time, my hands are itching. I pouted and said, 'Let's go home.'"

  "She will play the violin." Yan Guangxing said in surprise, somewhat unbelievable.

  "When the granaries are full, one knows etiquette; when clothes and food are sufficient, one knows honor and shame." But looking at it from a coastal open area, people were still struggling for survival at that time, and spiritual needs were considered only after eating well.

  "Don't underestimate her, she sings really well." Liang Zi said with a nudge of his elbow.

  Yan Guangxing hastily turned sideways and left, he didn't dare take that kick, it was very painful.

  "This is simple, you guys wait for a while." Yan Guangxing smiled and ran out, leaving the rest of the people looking at each other in confusion. About ten minutes later, he came back carrying a black leather suitcase.

  She saw the violin, ran over to it, and opened it up. It was clear that it had been used frequently. She set it up and tried out its tone, which was very good. It had been a long time since she had touched a violin, and she was excited. She played as if she were practicing every day, without any restraint or concern for gain or loss.

  Mo Bei watched as his family listened with rapt attention, and the emotions in his mind pulled out a melody, his heart moving with feeling, freely turning and wandering, even to the point where he only just finished playing the melody at the end of the song.

  Franck wore a bright red floral suspenders shorts set made by his mom and happily played Bach's unaccompanied violin sonata, using almost impossible contrapuntal techniques. They formed the pinnacle of Bach's violin music. After Bach, hardly anyone else composed unaccompanied violin sonatas because it was impossible to surpass this peak.

  At present, Meng Beihua's emotional expression is still not as profound and introverted as Bach's, which requires a lot of accumulation - both technique and emotion need to be accumulated. However, after listening to the tape, she became fascinated, secretly practicing in a stumbling manner, satisfying her desire to become a famous violinist.

  One tune after another, the melody flies by with a flashy style, "Violin and Banjo" is a piece that has a traditional American folk violin playing style, emitting a strong American country music atmosphere. The song's emotions are passionate and unrestrained, the rhythm is lively and vibrant, the melody is lyrical and smooth, the feelings are simple and pure, it's an invaluable representative work of American music style for the violin.

  This technically demanding piece tests the performer's basic skills and ability to lead the music itself, with melodies that are sometimes fast and dense, and sometimes expansive and long. Before starting to play, the player must have sufficient mental preparation and mobilize their emotions positively, adjusting them to a state consistent with the emotion the piece is intended to express.

  "Flight of the Bumblebee" is often performed as a standalone piece in concerts due to its extraordinary expressiveness and quick, bright rhythm. Playing it showcases rapid technique and high-flying virtuosity, making it an aesthetic pleasure for both performers and listeners.

  A famous tango melody from the movie "闻香识里" (Fragrance of the Rice) filled the air, and Fang Mò Nán shook her head with a smile. This tune was something she would hum absent-mindedly when she was happy, and eventually managed to play on the erhu after some effort. The violin's tone was sharp but not piercing, its rhythm subtle yet elegant, leading the melody with a noble and reserved air, as if dancing the tango steps with a proud attitude, as if embracing and rejecting her partner at the same time. Before the music arrived, there was a powerful strike of the keys, as if taking a deep breath before making another turn, then setting off to conquer the dance floor, that's the charming atmosphere... The piece ended, but the melody in her mind wouldn't go away, like an unfinished dance, forever just one step short. Fang Mò Nán was so moved that she wanted to jump up and dance a tango.

  Fang Mo Bei often followed Fang Mo Nan to exercise, with sufficient physical strength and strong physique, which gave her a great advantage. Her feet could also coordinate with the speed of her hands, jumping up quickly and lightly in small dance steps. As soon as the beautiful music sounded, it attracted many people who came here to cool off, they all felt very surprised, such a young child was rarely seen, making her performance extremely eye-catching, even several foreigners gathered around Mo Bei, cheering and clapping enthusiastically. The more people there were, the more energetic Fang Mo Bei became, in a state of complete abandon, playing with increasing vigor, completely without restraint, or it could be said that she had fully immersed herself in the music, with a slightly crazy image.

  One of the most beautiful violin pieces from Massenet's "Meditation", with a gentle and lyrical melody. To Schubert's nocturne, sentimental, romantic, elegant and easy to understand, it's like being enveloped in moonlight, letting everyone bathe completely in the romantic night color.

  A foreigner threw US dollars into the piano case with a "clink" and said "good, very good".

  With a flourish, Fang Mo put down the violin in his hand and stood quietly, savoring the music he had just played. The audience suddenly came to their senses, returned to reality, and applause erupted. Fang Mo's face turned red as he bowed to thank them, waiting for the crowd to disperse.

  Fang Mo Bei lifted his head, his eyes shining brightly, his voice a little hoarse from being suppressed, speaking very quickly and excitedly. "She looked at the relatives sitting on the long bench,"This feeling is too great, I... because of those cheers, those gazes, even... those last ones..." "What's this? I don't recognize it." She picked it up, curiously flipping through it.

  "That's dollars." Cheng Shigui said from a distance.

  "Ah, Uncle Cheng, you're just in time. Did you see my performance just now?" Fang Mo Bei excitedly asked him. "These pieces, I learned them all from the tapes you gave me. Some of them I only looked at the sheet music you sent and didn't even practice carefully, but today, despite not having played the violin for a month, these notes seem to be etched in my mind. I was able to play them out completely without mistakes. If I had brought my familiar violin, I would have definitely performed better and brought out more potential."

  "Uncle Cheng" Cheng Shigui muttered to himself, it's been a few days since he saw his generation's seniority, this generation is quite messy, Nan Jie calls him Big Brother Cheng, and they all call him differently.

  "Alright, don't be crazy, your hand and arm aren't aching from holding it up? Fang Mengnan walked forward, grasping her slightly trembling right hand, "Look at you, holding chopsticks in the morning."

  "Hehe...... forgot." Mo Bei stuck out his tongue and grinned foolishly.

  Cheng Shigui and Han Zhikui first greeted their grandparents, "Alright, go to sleep. It's getting late." Old Master Lin spoke, and everyone returned to the hotel.

  Fang Mo Nan and they returned to the suite, sat down one after another, asked Ah Gui, "Where did you come from?"

  "From Hong Kong, you mentioned that Hong Kong is going to set up an investment company, the name of which is Longteng Fund, and now it has just been established. And when I communicated with Zhiqian, we were in Yangcheng so we came here." Cheng Shigui also talked about some situations in Japan and the US, everything is progressing smoothly.

  "By your name, Nannan, you really love our country." Han Zhijian said with emotion: "The Great China is taking off, are you so sure?"

  "What do you think?" Fang Mo Nan asked back.

  "Don't do this, it's like I'm stupid." Han Zhiqian begged, every time he encountered her counter-questioning, it seemed like she was being made a fool of. "Right, Nannan, the patent application lawyer you asked for, Matthew has brought him from Hong Kong to meet you." Han Zhiqian paused and said to Nannan, do you have any patent applications that can't be avoided?

  "There are still many." Fang Mo Nan nodded and handed over the materials for patent application to the two.

  Cheng Shigui and his friends were surprised, as they thought these were all profitable deals. They negotiated for nearly two hours, and it was not until the sky grew dark that they left Fang Mernan's room.

  Luxurious suite, soundproofing is very good. In the living room, she can't feel it, but as soon as she enters the bedroom, Fang Menger immediately feels that there is someone in the bathroom. She listens carefully and hears heavy breathing, panting, like someone is desperately suppressing something.

  Fang Mo's hand clenched several apple seeds, and with one kick, the bathroom door swung open. Before her eyes was an unforgettable, sultry scene that was too stimulating. A man sat in the bathtub, his upper body exposed, wearing only pants, the water overflowing from the tub, and the showerhead above him continuously spraying cool water, which splashed onto her body, cooling her down.

  The sound of the door made him narrow his eyes, and a fierce killing intent flashed and disappeared in an instant. His whole body was filled with a cold and hard expression that warned people not to approach. Looking at the little kid in front of him, his facial expression softened slightly, but his guard was hidden deep within his eyes. There's actually a kid in this suite, it should be empty, he heard the service staff say that the room was booked by an adult, and no one had shown up for two days, so he dared to enter boldly.

  Fang Mo Nan looked at his cold, hard face, with an expression that was too deep for his age. The aura of killing around him disappeared instantly when he saw her, like a change in facial expression. Like Lin Lao Ye Zi's occasional burst of murderous aura, those eyes were clearly from someone who had crawled out of a pile of corpses. That gaze was extremely cold and ruthless, making people shiver without being chilled.

  "Little girl, come in." He forced a smile, but unfortunately the surging lust came again, his face twitched, and he clenched his fists tightly, turning white at the knuckles. "Hurry up and find your dad and mom", which grown-up is so irresponsible to let their child run around everywhere?

  "Doesn't one usually take off their clothes when taking a bath?" Fang Mo Nan blinked his pure and innocent-looking eyes, speaking with malice. In his heart, he thought, He's coming in.

  "Uh..." He was suddenly tongue-tied by the question. In the end, he said something that would save him trouble and even get his clothes washed, how great."

  "This room seems to be mine, I shouldn't have left." Fang Mo said lazily, leaning against the door with a slant.

  "Uh," he had nothing to say, being an intruder himself. "I'll just borrow this for a bit, the pipes in the room downstairs are broken. I don't have any malicious intent." He opened his arms, gesturing with clenched fists, as blood dripped into the pool, quickly dispersing and diluting.

  Fang Mo Nan saw that his torn shirt was soaked, clinging to his upper body, suppressing his heavy breathing, and exuding a damn seductive charm. His eyes, intoxicated with desire, were mesmerizing. What a clichéd plot, but unfortunately, the person didn't match, and he had an astonishing willpower. It seemed that no matter what desires, self-control was the most important thing.

  Fang Mo Nan saw that he had an obvious gunshot wound on his shoulder, and it looked like the injury was still fresh. China has strict gun control, and gunshot wounds are not something that ordinary people can afford to have. Regardless of what he did, Fang Mo Nan decided to help him out just because he didn't give in to his desires, remained sober, and didn't cause trouble, so he might as well do a good deed for the day.

  "A mosquito flew into your mouth." Fang Mo said with a half-joking rub of his chin.

  "Ah......" He thought that once her curiosity was satisfied, she would leave, but unexpectedly he flew in with a sentence, leaving him inexplicably surprised. Taking advantage of his open mouth, Fang Mo Nan's pill quickly and accurately popped into his mouth.

  "How dare you make me eat this?" He retched, trying to spit it out, but unfortunately, it melted in his mouth. He grumbled discontentedly, furious and humiliated. It was like a dragon swimming in shallow water being teased by shrimp, or a tiger falling into a plain being bullied by dogs. A proud cat surpasses a tiger, while a fallen phoenix is not as good as a chicken. He still had the mood to mock himself, damn it, Ye family's fourth son, wait till he gets up, he must dismember him into eight pieces.

  "Huh?" Just as he was thinking of tormenting his "enemy", he felt the heat on his face dissipate, and his heartbeat slow down. He lowered his head, and the small umbrella propped up on his suit pants also went limp. A layer of black mud-like substance seemed to emerge from the outer skin, like it had been scrubbed off while bathing.

  "It seems you're fine now." Fang Mo Nan heard his heartbeat return to normal and the flush on his face fade, "Wash up, you can leave, don't disturb my rest. Oh right, remember to turn off the light. Thanks" She turned around and left. What she gave him was just an ordinary antidote, unfortunately she forgot that what's ordinary for her is rare for others.

  "Hey!" He shouted as he raised his hand, but the person had already left, so he could only give up.

  Twenty minutes later, he finished washing and rushed out. The moonlight shone through the window into the bedroom, a small bulge in the middle of the bed. Listening to her even breathing, she really didn't care that he was a bad guy, and fell asleep with abandon. It's unknown how her parents took care of the child, leaving a little kid alone in the hotel, truly derelict.

  No matter what, he whispered a thank you and left Fang Mo Nan's bedroom. Sitting in the living room, he was afraid that another stranger would suddenly appear in his room, so he waited until dawn before leaving the room, still remembering to collect that bastard.

  After Fang Mo Nan left, he inserted the house door and entered the space to practice. After coming out, he went to find Old Man Lin and others to swim in the swimming pool. It's rare to have the opportunity, so let's play enough.

  They rushed to the swimming pool, it was only 5 o'clock in the morning, and there was no one in the swimming pool. Those who could swim jumped in with a splash. Those who couldn't sat on the shore playing with water until Fang Mennai, Lin Lao Yezi, and Qi Qiushi had swum to their heart's content. Only then did they start teaching Mengbei and Xiao Yi how to swim.

  They played wildly for two hours, and as more people arrived, they returned to their room, washed up, and had breakfast. Today's activity schedule is for Liangzi and Yan Guangxing to accompany Grandma, Auntie, and Mo Bei to the zoo.

  Cheng Shigui, Han Zhikian, Lin Lao Yezi, Fang Monan, Qi Qiushi, 9 o'clock, go directly to the hotel's coffee shop and wait.

  When ordering coffee, a small episode occurred. Cheng Shigui and Han Zhijian, Lin Laozhang all ordered coffee, while Fang Mennai and Qi Qiushi ordered plain boiled water. The waiter looked at them in surprise for a long time, thinking it was strange that the children were drinking water normally, but a big man came in and didn't order coffee, instead ordering water.

  Fang Mo Nan watched as the waiter walked away, and pouted.

  "Look at her all the time." Cheng Shigui stared at her as she gazed after the departing back of the waitress.

  "Unqualified professionalism."

  "Oh, I think it's okay, figure and appearance." Han Zhiqian smiled.

  Fang Mo Nan snorted in disdain, "Cut it out, I'm just a drop of soy sauce, she can't be so rude and still get away with it."

  "This is a coffee shop," said Han Zhiqian, "It's a bit..."

  "How much is a cup of coffee here?" Fang Mo Nan asked with his chin resting on his hand and blinking his eyes.

  "Five yuan."

  "This is not enough." Fang Mo Nan said matter-of-factly. "The cost of a cup of coffee is how much, we come here to consume their service, can't make people feel at home, customers are God. Then I'd rather go home and drink plain water."

  "That makes sense," said Cheng Shigui. "The fundamental business philosophy of the hotel service industry is to put guests first and provide high-quality service. It seems they haven't fully achieved that yet."

  "This is difficult, there are always places where it can't be done." said Old Man Lin.

  "That's right, Nan Nan, I'm really curious if you'll actually drink the soy milk." Han Zhiqian smiled mischievously.

  "You, I refuse to answer hypotheticals..." Fang Mengnan's words were cut off before he could finish.

  "Ah, He Lao Da, you think she'll really be called Dou Jiang?" Ye Lao Si said, covering one of his panda eyes in pain.

  On Fang Mengnan's coffee table behind the potted plants screen, two young people sat and chatted with great interest.

  "Ye Laosi, why don't you go ask him?" He Junyao replied coldly.

  "Drink coffee, drink coffee, when I didn't say." Ye Lao Si picked up the coffee and took a sip, then couldn't help but satisfy his curiosity, "Hey boss, you were fine in two hours yesterday. This medicine should have taken effect after three hours."

  "If you don't want your other eye to turn into a panda too, then shut up." He Junyao warned with a cold face, "You little brat, if you play another prank like this again, I'll strip you naked and throw you out on the street."

  "I'm worried about you, not skipping words. Ye Lao Si said with a concerned tone, 'Ever since the incident happened, you rushed to the battlefield and stayed on the border for two years. Now that you've finally come back to visit your family, it's also for your own good.'"

  "Shut up! I'm not inhumane." He Yujun was so angry that he became incoherent, got up and walked away.

  "Old Big Brother, are you going back to the battlefield? My second sister-in-law, your older sister, is worried about you." Ye Laosi covered one eye and chased after him in a flurried manner.

  "I heard you led your troops all the way to Mount Faka. My old man was overjoyed," said Ye Laosi.

  He Junyao heard the familiar voice of a child, and turned sideways to look through the leaves. It was indeed the little girl from yesterday. Afraid of being seen by her, after all, he had never lost face like this since growing up, even during his most embarrassing moments in the past, he had not been so humiliated. He clearly recognized the 'poison' in the little girl, otherwise there would be no way to explain the detoxification.

  However, after taking her 'antidote pill', he clearly felt something was off. When beating up Ye Lao Si today, he thought his reaction, strength and speed had slowed down, only to be beaten, could it be that she did something on purpose and let him win.

  He Junyao scowled and squatted on the ground, looking at Ye Laosi who was lying on a cushion, making "heng heng" noises. He asked, "You've only just started and you're already in this state? It seems like you're too lax, you need to train properly."

  Ye Lao Si heard his words and was about to get up, but instead lay down again like a corpse, begging for mercy: "Old Big Brother, how can I compare with you? Real knives and real guns, who can withstand your iron-like fists? I'm still being trained by the old master, go let someone else try, one punch from you will knock them out flat."

  "So it seems that without Ye Grandfather watching you, you rarely train and just let things slide." He Junyao said.

  "Hehe... all right, when I return to the capital, don't tell my old man that I'm having a great time here, or he'll be furious and think I'm slacking off like a prisoner." Ye Laosi sat up with a grin, clasped his hands together, and begged for mercy. "I promise to train hard and say that I also attended military school."

  "Hmph, you deal with it," said He Junyao. Ye Laosi had no interest in joining the army and even going to college was a result of his family's high-pressure policy. What could he say? Everyone has their own aspirations.

  He Junyao thought to himself: "So that's it, I thought my reaction, strength and speed had increased, but it turns out this kid is just too weak. A martial artist who doesn't advance will retreat like a boat going upstream. It seems he overthought things, and didn't ponder anymore.

  Fang Mo again encountered Nan in an awkward situation, so He Junyao tried to avoid her. This was a situation that no man would want to be seen in, even if the other person was just a child.

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