At night, eight o'clock.
Wu Weizhe, who was chatting with Lu Ze, looked at the entrance of the alley and suddenly became alert.
"Teacher Lu, he's back."
Lu Ze turned his head to the entrance of the alley and saw Chen Chen's figure under the dim yellow street lamp.
His footsteps looked a little tired.
He tied his school uniform around his waist and wiped his sweat as he did so.
Lu Ze looked at his watch and asked as they walked toward the alley.
"Why is he back so late?"
"Teacher Lu, you don't know, right? Every afternoon after school, Chen Chen would go to a restaurant near the school to help the chef earn money to support his family.”
"So, I come back at this time every day.”
Wu Weizhe finally figured out the reason. Lu Ze fell silent.
It seemed that the boy's family situation was worse than he had imagined.
Wu Weizhe brought Lu Ze to a higher slope.
Looking down, one could see a light bulb with a very low wattage through the window of Chen Chen's house.
There was also a small number of old-fashioned furniture.
There was a table, two stools, and a wardrobe that was covered with a piece of cloth.
There was also a wooden bed placed against the wall.
There was a thin man lying on the bed. His hair was white and his eyes were closed.
"His mother died early. A few years ago, his father injured his back at the construction site. Therefore, this family now depended on him to support it.”
Wu Weizhe said softly. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Lu Ze.
Smoke rose in front of the two of them, creating a scene that didn't look warm at all. It was even a little sad.
The two of them sat very close to the house.
In addition, the soundproofing of the house itself was extremely poor, so the conversation between the father and son was clearly transmitted to their ears.
"Dad, did you take your medicine?"
Chen Chen held a glass of water and handed two pills to the man on the sickbed.
The man did not even look at him.
Chen Chen stood on the ground for a while and placed the cup and pills on the table beside him.
Rolling up his sleeves, he skillfully boiled water and cooked noodles.
A few minutes later, she brought a bowl of plain noodles to the man.
"Then eat two mouthfuls of noodles first.”
This time, the man finally opened his eyes. However, the gaze he looked at his son with was filled with coldness and even a trace of ruthlessness.
"Damn you, I've told you many times to get lost! Let me die alone! What do you want to do?"
Lu Ze was stunned. He didn't understand why the man would say that.
She turned around and glanced at Wu Weizhe.
Wu Weizhe sighed and shook his head.
He looked back into the small room.
Chen Chen did not get angry because of this sentence. It seemed that he was already used to it.
She raised her hand to help the man tuck in the blanket under her, the smile on her face not decreasing.
"Look at what you're saying. You're my dad. What are you going to do if I leave? Eat first before talking about this.”
The man chose to resist stiffly. He turned his head to the side and did not look at his son.
Chen Chen, who had been standing on the spot for a long time, finally lost.
After putting down the bowl and chopsticks, she picked up a few clothes from the bench and placed them in the basin before walking out of the door.
At this moment, the boy who heard the boy's footsteps gradually fade away opened his eyes again.
The corners of his mouth curled up, and his entire face began to twist and twitch. His cheeks were also covered in tears.
Seeing this, Lu Ze finally understood the man's actions.
They looked at each other coldly and spoke ill of each other.
She just didn't want to drag him down.
Lu Ze took a deep breath.
Who said that men would not shed tears easily?
It was just that life had not forced him enough.
The two of them sat on the slope and smoked one cigarette after another quietly as they watched Chen Chen do the housework for an entire hour.
She watched as he spent a lot of effort persuading the man to eat noodles and drink medicine.
Only then did she turn off the lights for the man and walk out of the empty room.
After Chen Chen walked out of the house, Wu Weizhe extinguished his cigarette on the ground.
She said to Lu Ze with a hoarse voice.
"Let's go, Teacher Lu. Let's go somewhere else.”
Lu Ze didn't say anything. After putting out the cigarette, he followed behind Wu Weizhe.
About five minutes later, they arrived at the edge of a small forest.
Wu Weizhe found a place to stand and glanced at Lu Ze.
"Teacher Lu, I've always thought that I'm a person who's very persistent in my dreams. I've also suffered a lot.”
"After understanding Chen Chen, I realized that what I experienced was nothing compared to what he experienced.”
As soon as he finished speaking.
Lu Ze saw a thin boy appear in the darkness of the night.
He bent his body slightly as he looked at a figure that was neither too tall nor too short.
His right hand clenched into a fist and he placed it by his mouth. A series of low and short syllables came out from his throat.
Immediately after, the perfect combination of the big drum and the short cymbal was followed by the transition of the tongue.
Just like that, under the dark night, in the forest, in front of the two of them.
The boy, who had completely forgotten himself, faced a tree that stood silently and used all his life to jump out of his throat, one note after another.
Lu Ze's eyes suddenly became wet.
He had lived two lives. The scene he saw today finally made him understand these words deeply.
The sound of dreams.
Brothers, the author's hands are even more broken!
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