I was beaten to death, and I remember that I didn’t even have an expression on my face.”

Fan Ning turned around, facing away from the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, and slowly sat down on the floor of the bedroom.

His voice was soft and low, and he did not express any opinions. He seemed to recall purely: "Mark is a person who is focused on performance and money, but this does not hinder his dedication and happy cooperation with me later. Moreover, he did not

The reason for signing me was totally normal. I just thought it was funny when I saw this guy's slumped expression. Huxley may not be very close friends with me, and he had some unpleasantness over the Lorraine incident, but it's the same

It does not prevent him from performing his duties as vice-chancellor, nor does it prevent him from being an excellent official knowledgeable person."

"I also thought of Dean Gould, who passed away more than two months ago. During my four years at the school, I had very few conversations with him. The only relatively profound connection I had with him, except for the last symphony hall, was listening to him.

piano recital. I also thought of Bassani, whom I had never befriended, but who had read his poems and attended his condolences. I also thought of the old organist Vienne, who was completely different from me."

"Compared to my teacher Professor Anton, they are both interesting people but have relatively little contact with me in life. You have shared more things with me about the two principals. You said Mr. Sternikai

His wife died of illness at an early age, and he was depressed throughout his life and never remarried. You talked about Uncle Huxley's experience of taking you to play when you were a child, about his sculpture art, and that he was always disgraceful at the wine table at family gatherings.

Funny performance”

"These have nothing to do with me, but they are dead, and these two principals recognize my artistic personality and trust me in leading the orchestra and making decisions about the festival. We just clinked glasses to celebrate the night before, the San Lenia Symphony Orchestra

The honor of rising to the top will still take some time to come true, and they will never have the chance to see it again. In fact, as long as we are not enemies, as long as we have interacted with each other, I always don't want to see death, but in fact I can't say anything."

Warmth came from Fan Ning's right arm, only the thickness of two thin layers of pajamas made it delicate and real. Roy sat next to him on the velvet blanket on the ground.

"Mr. Fanning." She also leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, curled up her knees, and put her feet together, "Perhaps Miss Sheeran will always know your life-saving means or enemy-defeating ability in advance, but I really don't know, I even

I didn’t know that you had been promoted to a high position. When I learned that you were at the front end of the collision between two subway trains this morning, do you know how I felt?”

The faint smell of the girl's shampoo after bathing was very close at hand. Fan Ning turned his head and met her eyes: ".I know."

"When my father and I arrived, we heard you fight against so many dangerous enemies, and then saw you standing in the dreamland, I felt that I was about to cry with joy. However, looking at your exhaustion after your inspiration ran out,

, and trying to maintain a calm expression, I still have some "

"Well, I originally expected you to wake up tomorrow, so I am planning to take a rest tonight, and then discuss those things with you from tomorrow on, and then face the numbers and people's names related to death."
Chapter completed!