Chapter 138

After finishing his parents' funeral, Ye Fan and grandmother returned home, both of them were exhausted, both physically and psychologically.

Granny's health was not good, and she didn't care about Ye Fan. At the urging of Ye Fan, her grandmother went to the room to rest. Ye Fan went into the kitchen and cooked a small pot of porridge.

Before, Ye Mother and Ye Father would take care of Ye Fan very well. Ye Fan would only cook some porridge. She couldn't control the amount of water and burnt it several times before she could barely complete it.

Ye Fan went to her grandmother's room and glanced. She was already asleep. She had to bring the bowl back to the kitchen by herself, and then entered the room.

Everywhere on Ye Fan was clamoring for fatigue, her eyelids were heavy, but she never fell asleep. It wasn't until the horizon was white, and the light of the morning lightened slightly, she closed her eyes barely.

Before long, the doorbell of the door rang, and the original bell sounded strangely harsh at this time.

Ye Fan's sleep during this time was shallow. She was afraid of disturbing her grandmother's rest, and immediately sat up from the bed. When she opened the door and walked out, her grandmother also woke up and went to the door to open the door.

"Why are you here?" Standing outside the door was Ye Fan's uncle, and Ye's brother.

Not only the uncle, but also other relatives, who did not show up at the funeral, but appeared on the first day after the funeral was held, apparently of bad intentions.

Ye Fan tightened his heart, and leaned subconsciously next to his grandmother.

The uncle did not make nonsense with Ye Fan, and directly stated his purpose: "Your father signed several contracts before dying and also invested in many projects at the same time. Now he is going to leave this company and leave A mess. "

"Now your dad's company and this house are all used to pay off debts. We are relatives and we don't want you to live too badly. I have found a house for you and move it today."

The uncle's words were so grandiose, but Ye Fan's heart still inevitably hurt. So obvious a lie, do they really treat themselves as children?

Did she have to thank them for an excuse and didn't drive them out?

Although Ye Fan was angry, she was powerless. Grandma was so angry that "you are still not human? Ye Fan is so young, how can you let her live?"

The uncle thought that he had provided Ye Fan with a place of residence, and that he had done everything right, and he frowned impatiently: "This is a matter for our Ye family, and you don't need to control it."

Uncle Ye had been kicked out of the company because he had done something wrong. Ye Father has always been fair and will not protect his brother. Since then, the relationship between the two has become extremely bad.

However, this incident has long been unforgettable in the mind of the uncle. Now that Ye ’s father died, he naturally took the company founded by Ye ’s father into his own hands.

As for Ye Fan's life and death, he did not care at all.

Ye Fan was afraid that her grandmother's emotions were too excited, and immediately she grabbed her grandmother and calmed her mood.

Sudden changes made Ye Fan grow up all of a sudden. Without her parents, she also learned to be independent. Ye Fan said quietly, "Can I take some clothes and leave? It's cold outside now."

The snow still fell outside the window, and the heavy snowfall of goose feathers seemed to be unhappy, and kept falling, just like the day of the parents' accident, the snow covered the ground.

The uncle looked at Ye Fan so well-behaved, and nodded in a difficult way: "Only take clothes, don't take anything else."

Ye Fan comforted her grandmother a few words and trot upstairs. She took out the bag hidden inside the drawer while others were not paying attention, and put a lot of pocket money from her parents in it.

Ye Fan did not bring any extra stuff, she quickly arranged her and grandma's clothes, and then carefully put the group photo on the counter into the suitcase.

Ye Fan went downstairs with her luggage. She and her grandmother got into the car that the uncle had prepared for them, and the car drove them towards an unknown future. The house behind them gradually became smaller.

Until she couldn't see it, Ye Fan looked away.

Ye Fan lost everything, and no one reached out to them.

The house Uncle prepared for them would not be too good. Under the small roof, there are no more two simple rooms.

Grandma was old and her health was not good. Ye Fan suddenly became a parent at home. Since moving to a new place, Ye Fan never cried in front of her grandmother.

Ye Fan became quieter, and she could only do her best to live the next life, without time to leave her sad.

At this time, He Han just finished filming and returned from Beijing to his hometown. No one in the family, his parents went out to work, only he was at home.

He Han's eyebrows were exhausted, and he rubbed his brows on the sofa.

He Han takes everything seriously and is no exception to filming. Staying up late for a few days making him tired.

Perhaps it was because of carelessness, the TV in the living room was not turned off, and the sound of the TV filled the whole room.

At this time, a news was being broadcast on TV. Last week, a car accident occurred on the road near the airport.

The perpetrator drunk and drove across the road, knocking over the oncoming car. When the car accident happened, there were a family of three in the car, two adults died on the spot, and the daughter in the back seat escaped after rescue.

Originally, He Han frowned slightly when he heard the news. The news continued to broadcast, but He Han sat upright, his gaze fell straight on the TV screen.

After a few seconds, He Han dialed a phone number, and it wasn't long before the call was picked up.

He Han's voice sank deeper: "Can you help me check things? What was the name of the survivor in the car accident that happened near the airport last week?"

...

After Ye Fan's parents died, only her grandmother was with her. Grandma and Ye Fan lived together. However, her grandmother was overly concerned and was hospitalized shortly after.

Every time after school, Ye Fan came to the hospital to see his grandmother. Over time, everyone in the same ward knew Ye Fan.

They said, "Ye Fan, come and see your grandmother again."

"Your granddaughter is filial."

They all knew that Ye Fan had lost her parents, and she looked at her with sympathy.

Grandmother looked at Ye Fan and showed a kind smile: "It's cold outside, you should wear more clothes."

Ye Fan: "Yes."

Ye Fan sat on a chair beside him, chatting with his grandmother. Grandma was tired, Ye Fan sat next to her homework. When the time was up, she went back to school for class, and then came over in the evening.

Ye Fan has already thought about it. In the next days, she will spend with grandma. Even if she and her grandmother are the only people, the days can be spent slowly.

However, this last warm time soon ended.

Ye Fan always remembers that there was no moonlight that night, that dark, as if the bottomless abyss.

The sky was filled with heavy snow, and the cold and icy weather covered the entire city.

The hospital gave Ye Fan's grandmother a notice of illness, and the grandmother has rescued several times. Ye Fan sat outside the corridor, waiting anxiously.

After a while, the doctor came out and looked at Ye Fan: "Go and see your grandmother for the last time."

Ye Fan's heart sank.

Since the doctor told her that her grandmother was very ill, Ye Fan knew it would happen. How she wished that the day would come later.

However, this day has come.

Ye Fan went into the ward and saw her grandmother lying on the bed. The grandmother's face was very poor, and there was a dim light. Ye Fan shook her grandmother's hand and choked a voice, "Grandma."

Her voice sounded, and tears fell.

Grandmother looked at Ye Fan, her eyes were a little slack.

She knew her granddaughter was so good and strong. She wanted to watch Ye Fan grow up and watch Ye Fan become a better person.

But that day, she could never see it again.

Grandma said, "Xiao Fan, take care of yourself and stick to your dreams."

She knew that Ye Fan liked to play the violin, but because of no money, Ye Fan had not touched the violin for a long time.

She hopes that if there is a chance in the future, Ye Fan can also play the violin again and realize his dream.

Ye Fan nodded, and tears fell again.

She held her grandmother's hand tightly, trying to warm her grandmother's hand. However, no matter what she did, her grandmother's body became more and more icy, and her face became more and more frustrated.

The snow was getting bigger, and the quiet white land fell silently on the ground, which also symbolized the deepest and deepest despair and surrounded Ye Fan.

Grandma also told Ye Fan a few words, her voice was getting lower and lower, and her face was very dark. Grandma closed her eyes and she stopped breathing.

Ye Fan looked at it sternly, only to feel that she had fallen into a cold and cold world. Her hands and feet were cold, and the coldness seemed to seep into her bones.

After her parents left, her grandmother was her only relative, and now she has lost even the last warmth.

Ye Fan sat for a long time, her body was stiff and she lost consciousness.

It was still snowing outside, and there was no rest, just like the despair in Ye Fan's heart, it would never dissipate again.

The funeral was extremely brief and not many people came.

The people who came all felt the fate of Ye Fan's fate, this girl was so pitiful. She lost several relatives in succession, and other relatives took away her company.

They are all discussing, they don't know the way after Ye Fan, how to go.

Ye Fan did not know what others thought, and the whole person seemed to have lost all his anger.

From this day on, her life is gray and no more light.

After Ye Fan finished her grandmother's funeral, she went to school. Life continues as usual, but for Ye Fan, everything has become silent.

On this day, the class teacher found Ye Fan and said, "Ye Fan, go to the principal's office."

Ye Fan nodded, she didn't speak, her hand holding the pen tightened slightly, and her fingertips paled. After the bell rang, Ye Fan picked up his schoolbag and left the classroom.

Winter style nephew, because it was just after snow, the air was bitterly cold.

Ye Fan walked slowly, the cold wind blew over, her cheeks hurt, but she didn't realize it. She was thinking about what the principal asked her.

She doesn't have the money to pay the tuition now, and she can't continue to study.

Now that the principal is looking for her, she should drop her out of school ...

Ye Fan thought so, with a grin on his face.

Besides this, she could not think of any reason.

Another gust of wind blew, Ye Fan bowed his head and wrapped his school uniform tightly. But the coldness passed through the air, still covering her whole body, unavoidable.

After her grandmother's death, Ye Fan quickly lost weight, her jaw became sharper, and her shoulders had a clear bone. The school uniform was worn on Ye Fan's body, and it became even wider.

Ye Fan closed her eyes and no matter what the principal said to her, she was ready.

Ye Fan went to the principal's office, and she raised her hand and knocked on the door. There was a voice inside: "Come in."

Ye Fan walked in, the principal looked towards Ye Fan, Ye Fan stood there, his face was pale, without a trace of blood. She was so thin that it seemed as if she could be blown down by a gust of wind.

The headmaster remembered that every class teacher mentioned Ye Fan and always had a good evaluation of her.

Ye Fan had the best grades and had a good relationship with her classmates. In addition to performance, Ye Fan also won the domestic violin youth award.

Ye Fan is a very good student in every respect, and everyone praises her.

Everything went so well, but when Ye Fan was going to participate in a violin competition abroad, the accident happened unexpectedly.

Ye Fan's parents died as a result of a car accident, and her grandmother died later. Fate gave Ye Fan such a severe blow.

Ye Fan became more silent because of this series of blows.

The principal's eyes showed regret. The principal sighed, his voice was very light: "Ye Fan, I'm sorry for what happened to you."

Ye Fan did not speak. She lowered her eyes, and a great sadness filled her heart. The painful memory of the death of a loved one appeared before her eyes.

Principal: "Your tuition has not been paid yet ..."

Ye Fan's head was lowered lower, her hands dangled on both sides of her body, and she tightened a little. After a while, he let go again.

There is only cold air at the fingertips.

At the next moment, the principal will drop himself.

Ye Fan felt a sense of powerlessness and sadness in her heart. She couldn't say what she wanted to leave to read. Because she had no money to pay the tuition.

At this moment, the principal's voice fell down: "Ye Fan, you don't need to worry about this. Someone is willing to help you with the tuition and living expenses of your high school."

Ye Fan looked at the principal dumbly, but some did not respond.

Someone wants to fund her?

The principal continued: "That person donated to you anonymously, and he will support you through high school and your studies."

Ye Fan has now returned to God, she really did not hear it wrong, and someone wanted to help her.

At this moment, someone helped her, as if a small cluster of light in the dark, pulled her out of despair.

Ye Fan's nose was sour, and the corners of his eyes were slightly moist.

The principal's tone became milder: "So you can continue your high school education."

Ye Fan nodded, his voice choking a little, "Yeah."

Principal: "If you have other questions, you can ask the anonymous donor yourself."

The principal handed Ye Fan a piece of paper and said, "This is his mailbox."

Ye Fan took the paper and looked down. On plain white paper, an e-mail address was clearly written.

Ye Fan's hand held the paper tightly, as if holding the last glimmer of hope.

She looked at it carefully, looking very seriously.

This is the email address of that person ...

Ye Fan's hand tightened a little, his movements were extremely precious.

Ye Fan stepped out of the principal's room. She stood in the cold air, no one was around, and extremely silent. A breeze blew through the leaves.

Ye Fan remembered the anonymous funder, remembered that she could study again, her eyes were red again.

Although she knew that person could not hear her, she opened her mouth sincerely and earnestly.

In the still air, Ye Fan said softly, "Thank you."

Thank you for giving me hope.

She will cherish her current life, and even if she loses everything, she must live earnestly and hard.

After the night of self-study, Ye Fan packed his schoolbag and returned home.

She was sitting on the bus. Everything just happened was like dreaming. When she was desperate, hope suddenly appeared.

Ye Fan looked at the night scene of the city passing by the window, and had no idea to see it.

She just kept thinking, who would the anonymous donor be? She held the note tightly in her hand, and it was his only contact.

When the bus arrived, Ye Fan got out of the car and walked back to the rental house. The wind was cold at night.

After the accident at home, Ye Fan left the original house. She usually worked part-time to live in this small apartment with her grandmother.

However, she is alone in this apartment.

Ye Fan opened the door lock, reached for the switch on the wall, pressed the light. The light brightened, illuminating the small room.

She walked in and leaned against the wall before the schoolbag could be put down, so she quietly unfolded her palms, with a white note lying inside.

On the way home, Ye Fan held her hands too tightly, and the note that the principal gave her was already a little wrinkled.

Fortunately, the handwriting was intact, and she was relieved.

Ye Fan looked at the line on the note, which was an email address.

She looked in silence for a long time without knowing what was in her mind. After a long time, she took out her mobile phone, opened the mailbox, and entered the person's mailbox in the recipient field.

Thank you, I ...

Ye Fan frowned, and deleted again. That night, she went back and forth many times before sending the email.

The other end.

He Han lives in Beijing because of work. He has a full schedule and doesn't have much free time.

It was early in the morning after shooting the last night show. He Han returned to his apartment in Beijing. When he took out his mobile phone, he found that he had received an email.

He Han slightly narrowed his eyes. This mailbox was his new personal mailbox, not his work email, and no other friends knew.

Only one person will send email to this mailbox.

Ye Fan.

He Han jumped heartily.

This is how he learned about Ye Fan again after many years, but this time is not the same as before. He did not see the news that she won the prize, but she told him personally.

He Han opened the mailbox and checked the email.

Ye Fan's first e-mail was not long, and he said thank you. But her thanks are very sincere.

He Han has always been an unspeakable person, and has no idea how to respond to her.

He didn't know that Ye Fan, who wrote the email, was as nervous and anxious as he was.

He Han also just answered a few words, and he hoped that Ye Fan could persist in it.

He thought about it and typed a letter at the end of the message, h.

The next day is the weekend.

Ye Fan was awakened by the alarm clock, and she hurriedly rushed to the bus to get to the place of work. But when she arrived at the bus station, she remembered that her tuition fees had already fallen, and she also thanked the funder.

Ye Fan quit her part-time job, and she wouldn't want the money of anonymous funders in vain.

She must concentrate on her studies, go to a good university, and make money back to him in the future.

When Ye Fan turned on the phone, he found a new email.

Obviously there were only a few words, but Ye Fan watched it several times, her eyes fell on that model for a long time.

h.

In the afternoon, Ye Fan received a call. She has an express shipment.

After signing, Ye Fan found that it was a big box.

Ye Fan could guess that this express delivery might have been sent by h.

She carefully unpacked it and saw a piano case with a violin of the same brand she had used before.

Ye Fan suddenly froze, his nose was sour, and tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

Her violin has broken in a car accident.

H gave her a gift, her most precious dream, but she thought she could never touch it again.

There is also a note in the case, with clear writing on it.

Hope you can regain your dreams, h.

When he first met Ye Fan, He Han was moved by her piano sound, hoping that her piano sound could be heard by more people, which was his simplest wish at the beginning.

Ye Fan turned his head, his gaze fell on the violin, and a flash of fear flashed in his heart.

She squeezed her lips tightly and picked up the violin, trying to put it on her shoulders, but she didn't have the courage to pick it up.

Ye Fan's hand trembled slightly, almost letting go.

She immediately clenched the violin, for fear of dropping it on the ground. This was from h, she didn't want to even break his gift.

Ye Fan shuddered and picked up the bow. At this moment, the picture of the car accident appeared in front of his eyes.

In the snowy night, she saw the blood of a place.

Ye Fan's body was stiff, and a single note could not be pulled out. Whenever I pick up the bow, I think of the scene.

She had no talent, but she lost her instinct to play.

After a long time, Ye Fan laid down the violin gently. She picked up the note in the case and looked at the line of h.

Ye Fan looked at the card repeatedly, and his heart gradually calmed down.

Unfamiliar handwriting, and this stranger, he has been giving her strength.

Time passed slowly, and the setting sun gradually fell outside.

The light of the setting sun and the shadow of the cloud set the violin on and off. I do n’t know how long after that, Ye Fan picked up the violin again.

Ye Fan closed his eyes, preparing to meet the coming fear.

She pulled the bow, and she didn't practice for a long time, and some jerky sounds flowed out.

In the dark, Ye Fan saw the white light that made her life completely turn the light of the headlights.

The truck bumped towards their car.

Ye Fan's hand trembled. Instead of laying down the violin, she tried to hold the bow tightly.

The sound of the piano gradually became smooth, and the music-related memories had been imprinted in the bones. Ye Fan's body still remembers.

Then blood appeared from Ye Fan's eyes, and at the juncture of life and death, they left her hope.

Her back climbed cold, but she continued to play the violin. She knew that she must live well and not live up to her parents' expectations.

The sound of the piano dispelled the terrible memories of the car accident.

Ye Fan stopped playing, she stroked the violin gently, and the emotion inside her heart had not subsided yet.

Ye Fan closed his eyes.

Even though h is not here, she plays a tune for him.

The snow outside the window fluttered and the sound of the piano floated in the silent room.

Imperceptibly, Ye Fan bent her lips gently.

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