My girlfriend is a cello player

Chapter 103: The combustible music makes my fist hard

"When you see your grandpa later, don't talk nonsense, and don't irritate him, do you hear me?"

Qingjiang City Third Mental Hospital.

In the corridor, the man held his son's hand and walked forward, speaking earnestly.

"knew."

The young man Wu Cheng nodded.

"."

His grandfather, Wu Youwei, was a retired boxer of the last century.

Thirty years ago, in an underground boxing match, I fought with an opponent until dawn and won.

Although he finally defeated his opponent by KO, Wu Youwei suffered from a very serious persecution delusion ever since.

When I hear the sound of firecrackers, I will be scared and hide under the bed.

As soon as he saw the bloody scenes on TV, he would cover his head and yell.

He was paranoid every day, always thinking that someone would come to murder him.

Wu Cheng's mother, Wu Youwei's daughter-in-law, is a violent bitch. Because he couldn't stand him and often used violence against Wu Youwei, Wu Cheng's father was weak and did not dare to resist. In the end, he had no choice but to send Wu Youwei to a mental hospital.

In this flash, many years have passed.

"."

Boom, boom, boom!

Opening the door, an old man was sitting on the hospital bed, watching TV alone.

"grandfather!"

Wu Cheng walked forward carrying the fruit.

"Yo~ Here we come."

A kind smile soon appeared on the old man's face, and he stretched out his hand towards Wu Cheng.

Wu Cheng put his hand on his grandfather's wrinkled hand and chatted with him about home affairs.

Grandfather and grandson are enjoying themselves happily.

Looking at the man again, his expression became a little subtle.

"dad."

The man said softly,

"I have something else to do, let Wu Cheng accompany you."

Wu Youwei didn't speak, and didn't even look at the man.

"."

"Grandpa, look at this."

After the man left, Wu Cheng opened his backpack and, like a magic trick, took out a large black box.

Seeing this thing, the old man's eyes immediately lit up:

"Where did you get the radio?"

"I know grandpa, you didn't like watching TV before, so you just lay in bed and listen to the radio, so I brought it to you." Wu Cheng said with a smile.

"Okay, okay."

Wu Youwei said happily, "Quick, quick, help grandpa do it."

"good."

Wu Cheng immediately started tuning the radio.

With the sound of "sizzling" electricity coming from the radio.

After a while, a sound appeared on the channel,

"In August of that year, the Battle of Stalingrad began, which became a turning point in the entire World War II."

"Both sides suffered more than five million casualties, and the brutal street fighting lasted for seven months. It can be called a hell on earth."

Almost as soon as the deep voice came out on the radio.

It's like I heard some keywords,

Wu Youwei's pupils dilated and his face instantly turned pale.

"Crack!"

He covered his ears and slapped the radio.

"grandfather!"

Wu Cheng was startled and quickly switched off the channel.

Wu Cheng was already used to the scene where his grandfather suddenly became ill without any warning.

It is said that the cause of all this.

It was all because of that underground boxing match back then.

As a professional boxer, Wu Youwei took over that hellish boxing match when he was in poverty at the time.

As long as one party does not admit defeat, it will beat the other party until it cannot stand up.

In that game, the two fought fiercely for eight hours.

From late at night until dawn.

Until the opponent's last breath is taken out.

The winner is obviously grandpa.

But no one knows why.

By the time Wu Youwei walked off the stage covered in blood, he already looked like this

From then on, he often caught people and said that he could hear the voice of the devil.

Probably, the radio station just now made Grandpa hear the voice of the "devil" again.

Looking at his shocked grandfather, Wu Cheng comforted him while constantly switching radio channels.

Until, a voice came from the radio.

【Hello everyone, this is "The Sound of Qingzhou Music".】

It should be better if you listen to some music.

Wu Cheng thought so and gently moved the radio away.

[The song recommended to you today is a new work by "Moonlight and Cat", which became popular last week when Miss Gan Yanyu performed at Qingtian Concert Hall]

[The work is called "Spanish Bullfighting Song". According to netizens' speculation, this song is inspired by the ancient bullfighting sport in Spain]

【Let's enjoy it together~】

As the radio host's voice fell.

soon,

A rapid percussion instrument began to sound, accompanied by the sound of the piano!

Surging and passionate music sounded.

Great music!

Even Wu Cheng, who had never listened to classical music, was deeply attracted almost as soon as he heard this melody.

And after the more exciting cello sounded, this feeling reached its peak.

"~"

In this music, Wu Cheng seemed to be in a trance.

Alone, he started a duel with a mad cow.

There seemed to be something burning in my heart!

"."

After regaining consciousness, Wu Cheng suddenly thought of it.

I am only a high school student this year, with little social experience, let alone what kind of life I have experienced, yet I feel so excited.

Well, in the meantime.

Another person in the room.

The old retired boxer, his own grandfather, what is he thinking about at this moment?

The old man lay on his side on the bed, still maintaining the curled up position just now.

The body is still trembling.

But it seems a little different from before.

This music reached his ears with incomparable clarity, directly touching the heart of this sixty-year-old man.

What did he see?

A dark underground boxing ring, a greedy audience, brains and blood spurting out of an opponent's head?

No, it's not!

Once upon a time, these things had been lingering in his mind for thirty years.

But, at this moment——

The glory of being a boxer.

The great satisfaction of KOing your opponent.

At this moment, everything returned to the old man's body.

In a daze.

Wu Youwei's hand seemed to be grabbing something.

He sat up from the bed.

He remembered!

I remembered it all!

In that boxing ring.

He used his last punch and hit his opponent's head hard.

End this nightmare match!

This is his glory!

"."

As the music reached its climax.

Passionate percussion.

Urgent and emotional piano sound.

Heavy and solemn cello

It all makes for a beautiful march.

It took Wu Youwei back to the day when he first became a boxer.

Back to that night when I won the big championship.

Back in his early twenties, he stood on the boxing ring, high-spirited and enjoying countless flowers and applause.

He understands——

In that boxing match, it was he who won in the end!

He is a fearless winner and the strongest boxer!

Even if the foreign player who was sent to the west by his punch turns into a ghost and comes to look for him, he will kill him again!

What devil?

Come once, kill once!

Come a thousand times, kill a thousand times!

Kill kill kill kill kill kill! !

"."

When Wu Cheng turned his head again.

He was extremely shocked to discover that,

The old and fragile old man, who had overcome his leg problems for many years, stood up from the bed.

There was something in Wu Cheng's eyes that he had never seen before. Should I say it was passion?

Perhaps, those are the eyes that only people who crawl out from the pile of dead people with blood-stained hands have.

Wu Youwei got out of bed and took the radio that was still playing "Spanish Bullfight" from the side.

He said to his grandson:

"Let's go home!"

Wu Cheng was a little frightened.

Why does he feel that grandpa has become normal instead of becoming more mentally ill? !

"."

The former glory defeated fear and turned everything into the will to fight.

At that moment, Wu Youwei had only one thought left in his mind.

If you want to get rid of your inner demons, you must keep fighting!

Women are not virtuous, so charge up your fists!