From Fang Zhao's memory, the original owner of his body had only stayed at his second uncle's place for a short period of time after the tragedy. After that, he had been living on campus. In addition, the government had also allocated compensation housing to them. The original owner of his body had grown up with Zeng Huang and a few others and lived in the same building. Their circumstances were similar. After receiving the compensation housing, they lived together. On top of that, with the compensation they received, they didn't need any financial support from relatives.
The original owner of his body had always kept his other relatives at a distance. Perhaps it was because he had seen Zeng Huang and Wan Yue's relatives trying to get their way with the compensation money, or perhaps it was because of Fang Sheng's influence. The original owner of his body rarely hung out with his relatives. But before he went to college, his second uncle, who was his guardian, had helped him a lot. It was just that they didn't get along very well, so the original owner of his body was particularly repulsed by his second uncle.
Before committing suicide, the original owner of his body remembered his second uncle's words. A long time ago, his second uncle had warned him to be wary of Fang Sheng. Because of this, the uncle and nephew had gotten into an argument. As a result, the original owner of his body became increasingly distant and closer to Fang Sheng. He hadn't told his second uncle that he had changed his contact number. His second uncle's family could only send him a few emails every year. Sometimes the original owner of his body would reply, and sometimes he would ignore them.
People always made mistakes, but some mistakes were fatal. Regret couldn't fix them.
Second Uncle of the Fang family had a square face and two thick eyebrows that were slightly raised. His face was flushed red, probably because he had just drunk a little. He looked at Fang Zhao excitedly, but he had to put on the stern expression of an elder. He opened his mouth a few times to say something, but he swallowed his words, as if he was afraid of saying the wrong thing.
On the other hand, Second Aunt pulled Fang Zhao aside and asked him a lot of questions. She asked about his experiences over the past six years and about his current job.
Fang Zhao picked out some of the memories he had left in his mind. Looking at Second Aunt's warm smile, Fang Zhao sighed in his heart. If these people knew that the original Fang Zhao had committed suicide long ago, he wondered what they would think.
"Does that mean you've signed a contract with Silver Wing and are composing for them?" "Little Zhao, don't mind Second Auntie's nagging. You composers have to protect your works well. Don't get cheated and sold off cheaply. Guard against people. A few days ago, I've heard of a major company stealing songs. In any case, after composing a complete song, you have to leave a record of your composition. Don't just record it on a piece of paper. Just in case … I'm just saying just in case, if it gets stolen, at least the earliest record of your composition can be found during a lawsuit. If it's just a piece of paper and it's lost, there's no way to prove it."
"I know." Fang Zhao nodded.
Second Uncle of the Fang family, who was sitting next to them, could not hold it in any longer. He interjected, "Especially watch out for that Fang Sheng who's with you!" After saying that, the Fang couple looked at Fang Zhao, wondering if Fang Zhao would quarrel with them over this.
"No need," Fang Zhao replied.
"Why not?! That kid looks like he's full of wicked ideas … "
Second Uncle wanted to say something, but Fang Zhao continued, "Fang Sheng is already in jail."
Second Uncle was about to say something when Fang Zhao continued, "Fang Sheng is already in jail."
Second Uncle didn't finish his sentence.
Fang Zhao briefly explained how Fang Sheng had stolen the song, but he did not mention the few movements Fang Sheng had composed. Fang Zhao gave a brief summary of Fang Sheng's theft, but he did not mention the few movements he had composed.
"So, the news I heard some time ago was talking about him." Second Aunt Fang sighed.
There was only a vague report on Fang Sheng's illegal act of stealing the works of many people. His full name was not mentioned in the news, but the focus was on the incident and reminding other creators to take heed.
Neon Culture was also involved. Fang Sheng was just a minor character. Too much coverage would affect the company's reputation. People who didn't follow the music industry only knew such things had happened. As for who the culprits were and where they came from, they didn't know and didn't care.
"I told you to watch out for that kid. He's up to no good!" Second Uncle was still angry. His already stern eyebrows rose sharply. "If you had been on guard against Fang Sheng, none of this would have happened. Too bad you didn't listen back then!"
His intentions were good, but he didn't know how to express them in a way that young people liked. His words sounded like a reprimand. Sensing that his tone was a little overboard, Second Uncle stiffly changed the topic and pointed to the fruit juice on the table. "Cough, that, drink some fruit juice. Yesterday, I got someone to bring it over from Muzhou. Don't you kids like to drink this..." As Second Uncle spoke, he suddenly remembered that Fang Zhao had already graduated from university and had a job. He was no longer the kid they remembered.
"Don't mind him. That's just his bad temper. Actually, your second uncle is just concerned about you. Although you are no longer a student and have started working, in our eyes, you are still a child," Second Aunt Fang said to Fang Zhao with a smile. It wasn't that she looked down on Fang Zhao, but as an elder, she couldn't help but care. Furthermore, Fang Zhao was the only son of Second Uncle's biological brother.
When Fang Zhao heard this, he thought to himself, In my heart, you guys are just kids.
Is 40 or 50 that old?
Oh, I'm over 100 years old.
At the same time, Second Aunt, who didn't know what Fang Zhao was thinking, sighed. After six years, Fang Zhao had indeed matured a lot. When she had opened the door and seen Fang Zhao, she had been stunned for a moment, not daring to recognize him.
Six years ago, Fang Zhao had seemed to draw a small circle around himself, as if he was always separating himself from the people around him. He always looked at people with a guarded and distant gaze. But the Fang Zhao now … She couldn't tell what he was feeling. In any case, he wasn't the same as he had been six years ago. Even though he wasn't very warm, at least he wasn't distant.
As she spoke, the door opened. Second Uncle's eldest son, Fang Yu, and second son, Fang Qi, walked in, carrying a lot of things. Fang Yu was 20 this year, and Fang Qi was 12.
Seeing Fang Zhao sitting on the sofa, the smile on Fang Yu's face faded.
"What took you so long? Did you forget again?! " Second Uncle's two thick eyebrows shot up. He was very displeased with his two sons' unpunctuality. He had reminded them early in the morning to come back early after shopping, but the two of them had delayed until now.
Twelve-year-old Fang Qi shrunk his neck when he saw that his father was about to get angry again. Fang Yu, who was beside him, had an indifferent expression. He was already used to his father's temper.
Probably because Fang Zhao was here, Second Uncle didn't continue. He glared at the two of them. "Come over here. This is your Brother Zhao."
"Brother Zhao."
"Brother Zhao."
Compared to Fang Qi's greeting, Fang Yu's greeting was obviously more perfunctory.
Second Uncle's eyebrows shot up again. He wanted to say something, but Second Aunt held him back.
Fang Zhao didn't mind Fang Yu's attitude. From his memory, he knew that Fang Yu's attitude wasn't without reason.
"Oh, right." Fang Zhao fished out two boxes from his backpack and handed them to the two brothers. "These are your Memorial Day gifts. I don't know what you guys like now, so I asked someone in my department and chose this. I've tried this model used by people in my department. The sound quality isn't bad. "
Inside the seemingly simple transparent box were two objects about one-third the size of a pinky finger. They were shaped like the beaks of some kind of bird. One part was red, the other black. The combination of fiery red and dazzling black was extremely eye-catching. And this combination of two colors made people familiar with earpieces think of a certain company.
Fang Yu and Fang Qi's gazes were glued to the black side of the earpiece. There was an obvious fiery red "S" logo on it.
"Fire-Fire-Bird earpiece?! Did you give it to us? " The younger Fang Qi was so excited that he was stuttering. If he had a tail, it would probably be wagging happily.
Fang Yu lightly patted his younger brother's head. In his heart, he despised his younger brother's immediate betrayal. But his gaze still unconsciously drifted to the earpiece.
Whether it was music, movies, or gaming, they couldn't do without earpieces. In the New Era, whether it was young or old, everyone had been exposed to the Internet and electronic products from a young age. They might not be proficient with earpieces, but they had a basic understanding.
Second Uncle also knew what the name "Fiery Bird" meant. He told Fang Zhao, "Don't waste your money!"
Second Aunt patted Second Uncle on the back and gave him a look: If you don't know how to talk, shut up!
What do you mean by spending money?! The other party had good intentions, and it was even an Memorial Day gift for the two of them. Look at that tone of voice! No wonder uncle and nephew often quarreled.
"Alright, go play somewhere else. Fang Yu, tidy up your room. "Second Uncle waved at Fang Yu and Fang Qi.
"No need. I bought a house in Yanbei," Fang Zhao said.
"When did you buy it? You're going back to Yanbei to work? "Second Uncle asked in surprise.
"I just bought it. I'm not going back to Yanbei to work. I just bought a house here."
When Fang Zhao said this, Second Aunt Fang understood. Fang Zhao's motive for buying a house in Yanbei was just to have a place to stay when he returned.
"Then stay here and sleep. We haven't seen you in six years. We're happy to see you. Your Second Uncle bought groceries early in the morning. He's going to cook his signature dish..."
"Cough!" Second Uncle's face turned even redder. He wanted to change the subject. As he thought about it, Second Uncle's smile faded and he sternly asked, "Little Zhao, have you completed your military service?"
If Fang Zhao had completed his military service, surely someone would have contacted Fang Zhao's relatives to prevent any unforeseen circumstances from happening. According to the information on the file, as Fang Zhao's former guardian, Second Uncle had not received any notification. He had wondered if Fang Zhao had someone else's contact information. When Fang Zhao was in university, he had asked a few times, but Fang Zhao had ignored him. This time, seeing Fang Zhao, he couldn't help but ask.
At the mention of this matter, Second Aunt stopped teasing.
"No, but I won't be doing my military service this year. My schedule is a little tight," Fang Zhao said.
"If that's the case, that's fine. Let me know if you need any help. Second Uncle has two classmates who are in the military. Every year, they bring along people who do their military service. Little Yu plans to do his military service this spring. He's in his third year, just over 20 years old. I'm contacting people to arrange for him to go over there."
The Second Uncle of the Fang family stated his plan.
The place he wanted to arrange for Fang Yu was not a very comfortable place. It was a planet that was in the midst of development. Mining was not the main focus. The people there were busy with construction, and people who did their military service might participate in the construction.
"Military service is for him to train. It's fine if it's a little tough, but he has to worry about other things." As people who had served in the military, Second Uncle and Second Aunt knew very well what they needed to pay attention to. Where there were people to help, it was fine if it was a little tough. It was a good thing to train and sharpen one's character. It would also have a positive effect in the future. The worst thing was that the atmosphere in the same batch would not be good. The place he went to had no one to protect him, and he would be easily bullied. Fang Yu was not a tactful person. If there really was a conflict, given the impulsive temperament of young people, there was no telling what kind of bloody incident would happen.
Although Second Uncle of the Fang family knew the people stationed there, and his old classmates were willing to help, they couldn't interfere in how to arrange for the people to go over.
Every time military service was mentioned, people in the New Era always had two reactions: find people, or spend money. The money had already been saved up. Second Uncle had been busy trying to get people to help Fang Yu get a spot for his old classmate.
Fang Zhao sighed in his heart. People in the New Era saved up for military service spots, just like people before the apocalypse who saved up to buy a house. Some families might have started to save money purposefully before their children were even born.
"Have you decided where you want to go?" Fang Zhao asked.
"Yes, the place I mentioned to you just now. It would be best if you could go there," Second Uncle replied.
"Don't be in a hurry to find people. I'll see if I can settle Fang Yu's matter." Fang Zhao sent Duan Qianji a short message. As he did not know if Duan Qianji was busy, he could only send a text message.
"What's Fang Yu's student number? Identification number, and where do you want to go? Which team is your classmate on? "Fang Zhao asked.
Second Uncle of the Fang family couldn't react in time. Second Aunt of the Fang family reacted quickly and answered them one by one.
Fang Yu, who had been about to return to his room to pack, stopped and looked in Fang Zhao's direction. He did not know if Fang Zhao was bluffing or if he really had a way. But since this concerned him, Fang Yu wanted to hear more.
Duan Qianji was probably not busy. She quickly sent Fang Zhao a message.
"Little Zhao, Second Uncle knows you want to help, but there are many things here. It is not as simple as you think..."
Before Second Uncle could finish, he saw Fang Zhao send them a string of numbers.
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