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Chapter 137

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    When he was very young, Ye Fan began to learn the violin.  While other children were playing, she was practicing new songs.

    The violin gradually changed from a hobby and a dream to an indispensable part of life.

    At that time, there was only music in Ye Fan¡¯s world, and she didn¡¯t have many friends.

    Ye Fan has a happy family, and her family all support her dream.  Her parents would accompany her to violin competitions everywhere and were very proud of her.

    The day He Han met Ye Fan was at a school anniversary performance.

    In the afternoon, there were no spectators in the school auditorium.  People from the rehearsal arrived one after another, and Ye Fan got out of the taxi with his piano case.

    "My parents are working overtime today and don't have time to send her here."

    In school, Ye Fan was always alone. She walked to the school auditorium carrying her piano case alone.

    Ye Fan is still in junior high school, but his cold temperament has already begun to show signs.  The sun shone all over the road and happened to fall on her face. Her facial features were exquisite and beautiful.

    There was a rustling sound on the soles of his feet, and Ye Fan paused slightly.

    The fallen leaves were picked up by the wind and blew past my feet.

    The wind also carried the faint voices around: "Let's go to Teaching Building No. 1."

    "Although Senior He Han is good-looking, I heard he has a very cold personality."

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    The group of girls were chatting about the senior in high school, He Han, who had excellent grades.

    He Han's name passed by Ye Fan's ears. She walked forward intently and didn't hear it.

    Apart from family and violin, many things are not very important to Ye Fan.

    The cell phone in his pocket rang. Ye Fan stopped and picked up the phone.

    Mom¡¯s voice came from the other end of the phone: ¡°Your dad and I¡¯s work will be over soon, and we will rush to school to see you soon.¡±

    Ye Fan curled his lips, and his cold face finally showed a bit of brightness: "Be careful on the road."

    "Don't worry, we understand."

    Ye Fan previously took a week off to participate in youth competitions.

    Tonight is the school anniversary performance. I finally finished the game before then and rushed back.  The principal asked her to perform a song at the school anniversary.

    When Ye Fan arrived at the school auditorium, it was soon her turn to rehearse.

    She opened the piano case and took out the violin from it. She looked serious and held the violin carefully as she walked to the stage. No one seemed to be able to disturb her while she was playing.

    This middle school is very famous. Almost every student knows about this girl who won the national youth competition championship at a young age.

    During the rehearsal, they watched Ye Fan's performance. Everyone knew that she had a bright future.

    Before the school anniversary began, more and more students entered the school auditorium.

    Ye Fan stood on tiptoe backstage and saw her parents in the audience.  They never break their promise to Ye Fan.

    In every performance, performers need an audience.  Those two people are the audience Ye Fan needs most.

    There are a few empty seats in the row of seats behind Ye Fan's parents, probably because some students haven't arrived yet.

    Ye Fan didn¡¯t know that after a while, several seniors from the high school department would be sitting there.  There is another name that is often mentioned by students, He Han.

    From this day on, Ye Fan's fate and He Han's fate will be inextricably intertwined.

    And after Ye Fan¡¯s parents are absent, he will be the most important audience in her life.

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    High School.

    He Han was sitting in the classroom, leaning on the back of his chair casually.  The light fell gently and shallowly, illuminating He Han's face.

    He has three-dimensional eyebrows, a sharp jawline, and a cool, thin lip line.

    He Han has an indifferent temperament and doesn't talk much on weekdays, giving people a cold feeling.

    There was a book of exercises in front of He Han. He glanced at it and slowly wrote down a few answers.  He can easily solve things that others think are difficult.

    At this time, He Han¡¯s friend Lin Xian came over. Lin Xian put an envelope on He Han¡¯s table, his voice was teasing.

    "He Han, another elementary school girl has sent you a love letter."

    He Han is the school idol and the first in grade. Girls often come to the classroom to see He Han.  There are also some bold girls who will confess to He Han.

    He counts them allEyes, no matter how Ye Fan called her, she remained indifferent.  Ye Fan tried to look up at Father Ye in the driver's seat.

    The car has turned over, and Ye¡¯s father¡¯s hand that reversed Ye Fan¡¯s fate at the last moment has fallen down feebly.

    And Ye Fan¡¯s most cherished violin fell out of the case. Under the violent impact of the car, the violin was shattered and shattered on the ground. Ye Fan could no longer care about it.

    Ye Fan kept calling her parents, but no one could respond to her.  Ye Fan was just a child, and the sudden change made her panic.

    It¡¯s just that she vaguely knew in her heart that maybe everything had changed this night.

    When Ye Fan woke up again, what caught her eyes was a patch of white. With the blessing of her parents, she survived. At this moment, she was lying on the hospital bed.

    As soon as Ye Fan opened his eyes, a surprised voice rang out.

    "Wake up, I'll call the doctor." Someone opened the ward door, and after a while, the doctor and nurse came in.

    Ye Fan's mind was still a little slow, and it took her a while to recognize that the person who just spoke was her grandmother.

    The doctor came to the room and did some examinations on her. She was out of danger.

    Ye Fan¡¯s grandmother was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed. Her eyes were red and she seemed to have not slept for a long time.  Ye Fan didn't speak for a long time, his voice sounded like a handful of sand.

    "Grandma, where are your parents?"

    As soon as Ye Fan's voice fell, grandma's eyes turned red. She touched Ye Fan's face distressedly, obviously she had suffered a serious blow, but she still comforted Ye Fan.

    "The most important thing is that you take good care of your health. This is also your parents' wish."

    Grandma's voice trembled: "The driver drank too much, so"

    The blood all over Ye Fan's body suddenly went cold. The overwhelming despair made her breathless, and even her slight breathing seemed difficult.

    Ye Fan subconsciously blamed himself. If he hadn't participated in her violin competition, if he hadn't protected her, maybe nothing would have happened to her parents.

    In the days that followed, Ye Fan was like a wandering soul without a soul. After her body recovered a little, she insisted on holding her parents' funeral with her grandmother.

    Ye Fan saw her parents¡¯ bodies pulled out of the narrow freezer, and she watched as their bodies were pushed into the incinerator.

    Now there is only Ye Fan here, and all the relatives who greeted her with smiles in the past have not come.

    ¡°Perhaps in their eyes, a helpless child and an old man in need of care are burdens that they may not be able to get rid of, so the funeral was held in an extremely deserted manner.

    And her grandmother had fainted from crying many times during the funeral. Her grandmother was too weak and could only stay in the hospital.

    The fire was lit, and Ye Fan's eyes were staring straight at the small window. She watched the fire swallow her parents bit by bit.

    From the funeral until now, Ye Fan has not shed a tear. Although her eyes are sore, they are too dry to shed tears.

    ¡°Perhaps Ye Fan still couldn¡¯t believe in her heart that her parents had passed away. They died on that snowy night, but they left their lives to her.

    It wasn¡¯t until Ye Fan saw the corpses being devoured in the incinerator that she burst into tears.

    Ye Fan's cry was silent, but tears fell down his face. The heavy snow outside the window was falling, and an icy chill spread.

    Her heart ached so much that she felt like the heavy snow was about to drown her.

    The broken violin, the broken home, the two most important audiences in her life.

    Ye Fan lost everything overnight.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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