Daily Life of a Villain’s Mother

That day, Ye Fan played the violin for a long time. She seemed to make up for all the exercises she had left so long.

After studying the violin for so many years, Ye Fan certainly knew how much her level had fallen, and it took more practice to return to her original state.

After finishing his homework, Ye Fan saw the piano case again. She thought about it and decided to send an email to h. Although she may send it too often, thanks must be said.

"Thank you for the violin, I will work hard."

After Ye Fan sent the thank you email, he never received a reply. She resumed her life again.

Thanks to h's help, Ye Fan could go to school as usual and practice piano in the piano room provided by the school, without having to think about anything else.

One evening, the school bell rang. The light at dusk seemed to be faint, and the students in school uniforms left the classroom in twos and threes.

Ye Fan was in the school's piano room. She was playing the violin, but she didn't hear the outside voice.

The students playing the piano in the piano room next door have already left, and the symphony orchestra has gone to dinner.

Ye Fan ended his practice, the violin sound stopped gradually, and the building was quiet again.

Ye Fan had not left the music building, took out his mobile phone from his school uniform pocket, checked the time, and found that it was too late.

The sunset light drifted into the piano room, and the light on the phone screen was a little dazzling. Her page was very simple. There was no other app except the necessary software.

Turning to the last page of the phone, there is only a solitary app on it, but it looks very centered.

Somehow, Ye Fan opened the mailbox subconsciously. There is naturally no new mail in it, and this situation has been going on for more than a month.

Because Ye Fan hasn't emailed h for a month.

During this time, Ye Fan was practicing a violin piece for school performances. This is her first performance on stage after the accident.

Ye Fan hesitated for a long time, wondering if he should tell this matter.

After all, h is just the person who donated to her. He might not want to see so many uninteresting emails.

Ye Fan will never disturb his life too much, but she sent a message to edit emails.

"There will be a show at school tomorrow night. I have a violin show. This piece is ..."

As soon as Ye Fan started typing, she was out of control. When she returned to God, the long email had been sent.

Well, let h think she is a talkative and boring person.

Ye Fan stowed his mobile phone and picked up the piano case to go to the cafeteria for dinner. She had no idea that He Han, who was busy in another city, soon received her news.

The car moved forward, He Han leaned on the seat and closed his eyes to rest. The phone vibrated and he opened his eyes.

He Han saw Ye Fan's e-mail, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Immediately, He Han told the agent without hesitation: "Help me book a return flight ticket."

"If something happens at home tomorrow, let's get rid of that audition." His stern voice dropped.

The agent was a little surprised: "This role is good. Do you know how many people are rushing to audition?"

The agent gave a bunch of reasons, but did not impress He Han.

In fact, even He Han himself felt strange. Why did he think Ye Fan s debut on the stage was so important?

He Han didn't take it seriously, he thought, he just wanted to see her performance again.

The next day, before He Han had arrived at school, Ye Fan was already preparing to perform in the background.

Because of the previous trauma, she was quieter and more silent than before.

Everyone knows who the girl standing there is. That very talented Ye Fan has no friends.

After the accident, Ye Fan's world only had learning and violin.

When night fell, He Han returned to school again. He is already a public figure and cannot be publicized.

He Han covered his face very tightly. There will be outsiders at this performance, parents and other audiences in the auditorium. The performance has already begun and He Han will not enter the auditorium until the auditorium is darkened.

Walking on the campus road, to him, the school is strange and familiar.

Several junior high school girls in school uniforms walked over: "Today, there will be a show by Xue Fan Ye."

He Han stopped unconsciously when he heard Ye Fan's name.

"Is that Ye Fan who has won a lot of awards?" Someone asked, "I heard she played the violin very well, but I haven't heard of it yet."

He Han bent his lips, and under the cover of the night, no one looked at him.

I don't know why, he has nothing to do with Ye Fan, he will be inexplicably proud of her.

After the junior high school students trot into the auditorium, He Han also walked in. It was dark inside, only the stage was bright.

He Han found an empty spot in the corner and sat down, waiting patiently for Ye Fan.

It took about half an hour before Ye Fan appeared.

She took the violin and went to the stage. In the face of a crowd of black people, the first thought was timid.

Ye Fan chatted for a few seconds, and suddenly a thought came up, I wonder if h will come?

She emailed h yesterday. Did he see it? Any thoughts after seeing it?

The chaotic thoughts revolved around Ye Fan, and she soon calmed down.

After all, he is so busy that he should not be here.

Ye Fan took a deep breath. In this case, she would still be in the audience below, maybe sitting h. She set up the violin and began to pull the bow.

It has been many years since He Han last heard Ye Fandi's performance.

Even so, the clean and clear feeling of her piano sound remained in his heart.

When the piano sounded, He Han's heartstrings were touched again by her.

He looked at the figure on the stage. She grew taller and thinner, but in that thin body, there was moving power.

In the huge auditorium, the audience were looking up and listening carefully.

He Han sat below, not paying any attention to the audience in this auditorium. In Ye Fan's performance, he seemed to return to the moment when he first met her.

The melodious sound of the piano spread throughout the auditorium, Ye Fan closed her eyes and played carefully for the audience in her heart.

Compared to the past, her piano sounds smoother and more beautiful. What is more rare is that the emotions inside have become more complex and layered.

He Han looked at Ye Fan.

Only the two of them seemed to be left in the entire auditorium.

Quiet at night, the piano sounded, and at the same time, the sound of his heartbeat was covered by the night.

...

Soon we will be in the senior year, and everyone's study will be more intense. While Ye Fan was studying, he had to prepare for the art test.

When Ye Fan returned home, it was already very late. The night was dark and dark clouds covered the night sky, blocking the moonlight.

After Ye Fan washes, she sits in position and picks up the violin. The sound of the piano sounded and landed leisurely in the room. Ye Fan has practiced this song countless times, and she can accurately pull out every note.

However, in Ye Fan's heart, she will always need to work harder and harder than before.

After a song, Ye Fan dropped the violin. There was only silence surrounding her, and it was very quiet. Ye Fan lowered his head, his face became dim.

As before, she is the only one in the family, and only her piano accompany her.

Day after day, Ye Fan has become accustomed to one's life.

Ye Fan sat for a while, thinking of her relatives again, and tears appeared in her eyes.

A few minutes later, Ye Fan shook his head and let the sadness dissipate. Then she picked up the violin again, and the sound of the piano sounded again.

In order to get good grades in the art test, all she can do is practice repeatedly and improve herself repeatedly.

Sometimes, Ye Fan still remembers someone, h.

She was able to continue her studies because of h's funding, a hard-won opportunity. Because of this, she cannot waste every minute.

Sometimes she emails h, and h will reply very late. She thought that h might be busy with work and she shouldn't bother him.

And during this time, Ye Fan herself was also very busy. She hadn't emailed h for a long time.

Ye Fan did not think much, she continued to practice the violin.

The time passed quietly, and there was still one month before the art test. Ye Fan practiced harder. Sometimes she practiced too hard and even forgot to eat.

Time is too precious for Ye Fan.

Ye Fan is thinner than before, but her eyes are always bright. She hopes that she can get good grades in this art test.

The expectations of her family, her persistence in her dreams, and the hard-won learning opportunities, drove her in every way to achieve her goals.

The day of the art test came, Ye Fan carefully packed the violin into the case, and she got into the car carrying the case.

At the examination site, Ye Fan got out of the car and walked forward. There were many art candidates on the way, and everyone walked in together.

Some people are accompanied by their parents. Parents tell them to keep them from getting nervous.

Ye Fan looked over and saw their smiles and warm scenes.

Ye Fan suddenly thought of her parents. If her parents were still there, they would certainly cheer her up and relax her.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan felt a sting in his heart again.

Ye Fan pressed her lips tightly, and she quickened her pace.

At the examination room, there were already a lot of people in the examination room. Ye Fan found a place to sit down. Ye Fan waited quietly for a while before her test began.

As time passes, three more people are about to turn to Ye Fan. Ye Fan began to get nervous, and her heart beat a little faster.

Perhaps it was too much pressure, and Ye Fan's palm was sweating.

At this time, I don't know why, Ye Fan had a thought in his heart. She picked up her phone, logged into her mailbox, and sent a message to h's mailbox.

"I'm going to the art test soon, I hope everything goes well."

Ye Fan didn't know why she did it. When she realized it, she already did it.

Loved ones passed away, Ye Fan is now alone. In Ye Fan's heart, h is her only talker. She didn't ask for a reply, she just wanted to talk about the tension in her heart.

At this time, the phone vibrated. Ye Fan froze, she looked down and found a new email.

Ye Fan couldn't believe it, she opened the letter and looked at it seriously.

It was h's reply to her.

"Your art test will go well, come on."

A very short sentence appeared on the screen, extremely clear.

Ye Fan felt warmth in her heart, she thought that h would not reply. Unexpectedly, h returned to her the first time.

Come on, this sentence is too important for Ye Fan today.

Ye Fan held her cell phone and looked at it several times. The nervousness in her heart disappeared when she saw this sentence.

The words of h seemed to have the power to make her brave.

Ye Fan's turn to enter the exam, Ye Fan put down his cell phone, put on the back of the piano case, and walked into the classroom. There were a few art test teachers inside.

The teacher said the name of a song and let Ye Fanla listen to them.

Ye Fan has prepared each track for a long time, and each practice has made her better than before. For Ye Fan, she has already memorized those tracks.

Now, she just had to pull out the tunes as usual.

Ye Fan sank, and she closed her eyes and put her hands on the dark piano sound. The melodious sound of the piano filled the classroom.

Applause appeared in the eyes of the teacher, and they nodded.

After the art test, Ye Fan devoted himself to the intense study life. In order to prepare for the art test, her cultural class scores have fallen a lot compared with others.

Now she has to work harder than others.

During the period, Ye Fan's art test results were announced. She is number one in professional courses.

When Ye Fan knew the news, a smile finally appeared on his face. This is a rare smile she showed after the death of a loved one.

She did not live up to the expectations of her loved ones.

Then in the next college entrance examination, she couldn't let them down, she must go all out.

As the summer approaches, the sun becomes hot and bright, and the air is very stuffy. Soon, the day of the college entrance examination came.

Ye Fan came to the examination room. After a while, the examination began. After trying the curls, Ye Fan glanced a few times and picked up the pen to answer the question seriously.

Outside the window was the tumult of cicadas, one after another, falling on the quiet campus.

Ye Fan devoted himself to the question, showing the answer little by little.

Every subsequent test, Ye Fan took it very seriously. The college entrance examination is over and everyone walks out of the exam room.

It also means the end of the high school era.

Ye Fan stepped out of the door. There was a clear blue sky and bright sunlight outside. Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

After that, the results of the college entrance examination came out, and Ye Fan was admitted to the best conservatory in China.

Ye Fan held the acceptance letter and clenched his hands for a few minutes. The corners of her lips curled, and she could finally pursue her dream.

...

The school report time was just a few days later, Ye Fan had packed his luggage. Ye Fan has been living in the house uncle provided to her all these years.

Later, Uncle knew that someone was funding her, and he simply stopped the rent. Ye Fan began to pay by himself from a very early age.

Although this house left Ye Fan with some bad memories, his parents died and his grandmother died of illness, but Ye Fan still did not move.

The house reminded her at all times not to disappoint everyone's expectations of her.

Ye Fanti left the house in a suitcase and got into the car to school. Ye Fan arrived early. She found a house outside and stayed there. She did not live in the dormitory.

Because Ye Fan was not in school for a lot of time, she had to participate in various violin competitions, so she greeted the school in advance, and the school agreed.

For some classmates, university may be an independent start. They need to get away from home, adapt to one person, learn to get along with the group, and live a whole new life.

Ye Fan has become accustomed to this matter. She has long been used to living alone, and now she is just studying in another place.

Ye Fan, as usual, goes to school, after school, and goes home. She will participate in the competition when there is a competition, and she will stay at home to practice the violin when there is no competition.

After He Han finished his work, he sat at home and looked at the script. There are several plays tomorrow, and he must prepare well.

At this moment, the mobile phone vibrated a bit, He Han looked down. He received a message stating that someone had transferred him a sum of money.

At the same time, He Han received an email from Ye Fan. There was a line written on it.

"I got a scholarship, and I will pay back your tuition and living expenses slowly."

He Han looked at the e-mail, his eyes swelled. Ye Fan's face emerged from his mind.

The fair skin, the small chin, the dark eyes showed stubbornness and indifference.

From the beginning, Ye Fanla's violin was serious and focused. Until now, as soon as Ye Fan received the scholarship, he offered to pay him back.

Ye Fan always seemed to surprise him.

He Han squinted his eyes, and moved his fingers slightly to reply to Ye Fan.

"You keep your scholarship, you don't have to pay me back."

After sending the e-mail, He Han suddenly remembered something and took a look at the calendar on the corner of the table. A few days was Ye Fan's birthday, and he happened to go to the city where Ye Fan was filming.

He Han thought about it and made a disguise and went out.

He Han went to a shopping mall, which belongs to the name of the He's Group. No one will find him there.

Knowing that He Han was going to one of the jewelry stores, the mall cleared the store in advance.

He Han walked past the glass counter on display alone. Instead of choosing a precious necklace, he chose a silver necklace.

Because the pattern on the necklace was a violin, He Han immediately thought of Ye Fan.

He Han decided to use the necklace as a gift for Ye Fan's eighteenth birthday, which Ye Fan knew nothing about.

At the other end, Ye Fan received the e-mail from h. Although he sent such an e-mail, Ye Fan still chose to continue paying the money.

H had given her enough hope that Ye Fan did not want to owe him any more.

Today is Ye Fan s birthday, but Ye Fan has not had his birthday for a long time. Before the car accident, Ye Fan was the darling of the family.

Every birthday, Ye Fan receives various surprise gifts. No matter how busy her parents are, she will pick her up from school and accompany her to cut the cake to celebrate her birthday.

With the death of her parents, Ye Fan gradually forgot about it. For her, there was no difference between her birthday and other times.

Ye Fan, as usual, was holding books to school.

In the summer, the heat was getting heavier, and the noisy cicadas kept ringing outside the window, the window was slightly open, and the slightest hot wind blew into the classroom with a bit of heat.

The teacher stood on the podium and was teaching. Because the weather was hot, the students were drowsy below.

Ye Fan, who has been taught by the teacher, has already learned it in advance, and she has lost her life. Ye Fan's eyes floated out of the window, and tall trees stood outside the school building.

The tree shadows fell down, but still couldn't cover the heat. Ye Fan sat by the window, and the hot sunlight fell on the back of her hands, but she did not move away.

Suddenly someone suddenly banged Ye Fan s arm nearby. The girl and Ye Fan participated in the violin competition. They talked a few words, so they are familiar.

The girl lowered her voice, "Is your birthday today?"

The girl had seen Ye Fan's student ID before, and she was bored in class. She suddenly remembered it, so she asked Ye Fan to speak.

Ye Fan froze, then smiled, she nodded to indicate acquiescence.

When the girl just wanted to say something, the teacher suddenly tapped on the blackboard and clicked on the girl's name. The girl stood up frowning. She didn't attend the class and didn't know how to answer.

Ye Fan bowed his head, quickly wrote down the answer on the paper, and quietly pushed in front of the girl.

The girl's eyes brightened, pretending to think, and read out the answer on the paper. The teacher nodded with satisfaction, and the answer was correct.

Knowing that classmates were distracted, the teacher began to ask people to answer questions one by one. The whole class of students increased their attention and did not dare to be distracted.

This lesson was over quickly, Ye Fan had not finished his textbooks, and the cell phone in his bag started to vibrate.

Ye Fan answered the phone, and the courier arrived at the school gate, saying that her courier had arrived.

Ye Fan frowned slightly. She hadn't bought anything. How could there be express delivery? However, the delivery was rushed, and Ye Fan had no choice but to trot to the door.

The sun was hustle and bustle in midsummer, and the wind was carrying heat, and the ground was white.

When Ye Fan ran to the door, his forehead was sweating thinly. The courier was waiting for her under the shade of trees.

Ye Fan said sorry, the courier handed her things and left.

Ye Fan took a look at the courier list. It was indeed her name, and even her class wrote it clearly. And she was holding a cake.

Ye Fan's heartbeat seemed to miss a half-beat, and she silently raised a glimmer of expectation in her heart. She immediately accelerated her pace and returned to the rented room near the school.

Ye Fan carefully opened the cake box, and the moment the box opened, Ye Fan stopped.

The cake simply wrote Happy Birthday without any extra words, but it made Ye Fan's face slightly warm.

The noise of cicadas outside was not clean, but Ye Fan's heart was quiet for a moment.

She picked up another express box on the table. The delivery box is not large, but Ye Fan's actions are more careful, as if he is treating an extremely precious gift.

The box opened, and a silver necklace lay quietly in it, in the shape of a violin. Neither the cake nor the necklace left any letters and no signature.

But Ye Fan knew that the person who would give her these must be h.

Ye Fanla closed the curtains, turned off the lights, inserted candles on the birthday cake, the shadow of the candle flickered, reflecting Ye Fan's slightly raised mouth corner.

No one accompanied Ye Fan this birthday, but Ye Fan didn't feel lonely at all.

After that accident, Ye Fan sang a birthday song for herself for the first time. She closed her palms, closed her eyes, and made a wish.

Her small wish hid in the darkness as the candle blew out.

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