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All in all, Jing Fan has not been back home since the start of the LPL Spring Split until now. During this period, except for meeting Jing Wei a few times, Jing Fan rarely made phone calls to her home during the rest of the time. Is there any unnecessary communication?
Today is a public holiday for the club, and it happens to be Jing Fan¡¯s father¡¯s birthday, so Jing Fan thought of going home.
However, Jing Fan did not tell Xiao Zeyang about his father's birthday, because he really didn't know what would burst out of his heart after knowing that his father's birthday was in Xiao Zeyang's current capacity. Weird thoughtssuch as rushing to prepare a gift or something like that.
No need.
Jing Fan's home is in a villa area on the outskirts of City S, close to the sea. It takes at least two hours to drive there from the base, so Jing Fan had to get up early and make himself clean before he dared to go out. .
Jing Fan's parents are both standard Virgos, and they are both engaged in music, so perhaps due to occupational diseases, growing up, they have paid more attention to the image and temperament of Jing Fan and Jing Wei than to them. They attach great importance to their academic performance. Even now that they are both adults, if Fan Jingfan didn't comb his hair neatly or appeared in front of them wearing stained shoes, it would be no exaggeration. In other words, Jing Fan can be talked about by two people in turn until tomorrow morning.
Therefore, in order to prevent himself from making any mistakes, Jing Fan got up two hours earlier than expected.
At that time, Xiao Zeyang was still sleeping and snoring loudly. Jing Fan even recorded a video for him, saved it, and sent it to Xiao Zeyang through WeChat.
Before leaving, he did not forget to leave a light kiss on the forehead of the sleeping little sheep.
"Baby, I miss you."
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It was almost noon when he got home. After parking the car, Jing Fan was about to enter the password at the door, but the door opened from the inside.
Jing Fan subconsciously took a step back, but when he looked up, he saw a completely unfamiliar face
The person who opened the door was a girl. She was very young, about twenty years old. She had a ponytail and big, watery eyes that exuded aura of aura.
At that time, Jing Fan thought that he had not been home for a long time, so he accidentally went to the wrong place. Just as he was about to say sorry, he heard someone talking inside.
"Is Jing Fan back?"
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As soon as he heard this, Jing Fan instantly understood what was going on. He turned to the girl who came to open the door and smiled, then walked in.
As expected, as soon as I walked into the hall, I saw a room full of people sitting on sofas and small benches.
¡°And one of these people should be all my father¡¯s students, but there are also a few of my mother¡¯s students among them.
Jing Fan's father is a professor of guzheng at the Conservatory of Music. After thirty years of teaching experience, he has already reached the legendary level of having peaches and plums all over the world, so it is not strange to have so many people come to visit him on his birthday. In my impression, It has been on this scale since Jingfan was in junior high school, and Jingfan has long been used to it.
My mother is a professor of violin in the Department of Orchestral Orchestra. Although the two of them are in two departments, they both have great reputations in the college. It¡¯s just that none of the daughters has taken this path. Not only have they not gone, they can be said to be divorced. Thousands of miles.
Jing Fan smiled and waved to the people in the living room without looking very carefully, but he could still vaguely distinguish which ones were freshmen who had just arrived this year and which ones were his father's sophomore and junior years. Senior or even graduate students.
But that doesn¡¯t matter anymore.
"I'll go first"
Jing Fan originally wanted to tell his father that he would go back to his room and wait for a while before coming out. After all, he and these people really couldn't find much in common. In a room full of music students, he was the only one who was engaged in e-sports. , Jing Fan even felt a little embarrassed.
"Hey, wait a minute, come back." Before Jing Fan could lift his legs, his father called him directly: "Who was here just now? They said they wanted to sign autographs with Jing Fan. I remember, Fu Ling, Jia Hechao Go quickly, go quickly."
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Jing Fan was a little confused.
And the next second after he was stunned, he directly saw several people standing up on the sofa. It was obvious that his father had only called the names of two people just now, but there were obviously more than two people standing up.
Although in previous years there were more or less one or two students of Professor Jingda who liked e-sports.It was Jing Wei who came back to start the romance, but because Jing Wei went to South Korea this year, Jing Fan wasn't used to hanging out with a group of girls so after dinner, he let the students go and enjoy themselves.
Jing Fan originally wanted to go home directly, but he didn't expect that the boy named Wang Mian was also called home by his father.
Jing Fan admitted that he was really an old man¡¯s memory, and he couldn¡¯t even think of who this person was.
After returning home, Jing Fan was called to chat with his mother for a while, while Wang Mian was called by his father to talk about things in his piano room.
Professor Jing seemed to be very proud of Wang Mian. At the dinner table, he said that Wang Mian was the best and most talented person among the freshmen in this class. Although Jing Fan had never learned piano from his father, he also knew that he could It is not easy to receive such high praise from my father.
It can be seen that Wang Mian still has something.
When Jing Fan and his mother finished chatting and walked to the room, they happened to see Wang Mian coming out of his father's piano room with a respectful smile on his face, as if he was promising something. Nodding frequently.
Jing Fan didn't pay attention and directly opened the door of his room and entered the house.
He didn¡¯t chat much with Xiao Zeyang all day. Of course Jing Fan was thinking about life and death. He didn¡¯t know what Xiao Zeyang said and communicated with his mother after he went back.
Jing Fan naturally hoped that everything would go smoother than he imagined, but if it didn't go as planned, he would have to find a way for Xiao Zeyang as soon as possible.
To take a step back, we are still in the competition period. If Xiao Zeyang is scolded by the coach and fans for being distracted by these things and causing mistakes in the game, it will really be a loss.
As he was lying on the bed, thinking wildly, Jing Fan suddenly heard someone knocking on the door. He thought it was his mother, so Jing Fan casually said, "The door is unlocked."
But to his surprise, it was Wang Mian who walked in two seconds later.
This Wang Mian was tall and thin, and before he could take off the nails he had just used to play the guzheng, he was standing straight at the door of Jing Fan's room, almost frightening Jing Fan. One jump.
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Jing Fan didn't know which song Wang Mian was going to sing, so he could only look at him directly, and after hesitating for a long time, he said, "The "Lin'an Legacy" was played well"
"Thanks."
Wang Mian said as he closed the door of Jing Fan's room with his backhand, and then took off the nails on his hands while staring at Jing Fan's face.
"Hello, I am Jin Qianchi's friend."
"I want tohave a chat with you."
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