When the mirror ends

After eating the takeaway, Peng Zefeng went to work before Deng Qu woke up.Of course, the main thing is to admit mistakes with prayer. At that time, if it were not for prayer, he might not be able to survive until he returned home and collapsed.And after he got home, because he was too tired, he didn't answer the reprimand of praying directly, and now he thinks about it a little embarrassed.

After not seeing each other for a few days, Pray finally lost some weight, and Peng Zefeng felt very relieved.

After rejecting prayer's demands for various compensations, Peng Zefeng was finally labeled as insincere and severely despised.

After the busy work was over, Yu Feng took Peng Zefeng to the supermarket. He missed the other's craftsmanship very much.

Pray also went, but it was told that it could only continue to eat "diet meals", so it lost its temper all the way.After returning home, the young man was also fortunate to have a taste of Peng Zefeng's handicrafts. He praised almost every mouthful, and all the compliments rhymed. He was talented and young.

Therefore, Peng Zefeng decided to get off work a little earlier the next day and take him to the park to perform.

Deng Qu carried the guitar on his back, while Peng Zefeng helped him carry the microphone, microphone stand and other equipment.After arriving at the park, Peng Zefeng sat on the edge of the nearby flower garden and handed over the stage to Deng Qu.

The boy was very excited because he hadn't come out to sing for several days. He finished tuning the guitar and started.

Peng Zefeng's eyes were always focused on the young man. Perhaps Deng Qu's performance could not be compared with a complete band, but he himself sang with the vigor of a band.

It can be seen that he really likes music and this feeling.

After singing a song, only a few people came.But the young man didn't care, he was really what he told Yu Feng: he just likes to sing.

It has nothing to do with the size of the audience, and it has nothing to do with whether no one appreciates it.

Some people come and some people go, and the number of spectators is kept at about 10 people, which can be said to be quite bleak.

And more than half of the people are just for the fun. I'm afraid there are not many people who really like Deng Qu's music, and even less of them pay for it.

Peng Zefeng remembered the sparkle in Deng Qu's eyes before going out, and he told him, I wrote two great songs in the past two days, and this time I will definitely be able to earn money to pay for food.

Children don't like to owe others, and always remember that he lives and eats for nothing.

Thinking of this, Peng Zefeng threw a red ticket into the small iron box in front of him while he was singing, and then sat back on the edge of the flower garden as if nothing had happened.

There were two young girls in middle school and high school who probably really liked Deng Qu's singing. When they saw Peng Zefeng throwing money, they also put a few coins into it.Even if the little girl was like this, the two young people next to her were embarrassed to listen for so long, so they invested 10 yuan.

I didn't expect that I still have the talent to be a trustee.Peng Zefeng thought.

Afterwards, four or five people also voted for viewing fees one after another, and the time came to the evening.

Peng Zefeng was afraid that Deng Qu would hurt his throat if he continued to sing, so he got up and wanted to take someone home, but he found a girl who was the same age as Deng Qu standing not far away, seemingly standing there for a long time.

"Do you know her?" Peng Zefeng asked.

Deng Qu looked in the direction Peng Zefeng was pointing at, and his expression changed instantly. It was obvious that the girl was someone he knew.He put the guitar on his back, took the microphone stand and dragged Peng Zefeng to leave.

"Wait." The girl caught up and stood in front of the two of them.

She cut to the chase: "Deng Qu, Auntie asked me to persuade you to go back."

When Deng Qu heard the word "go back", he really reacted greatly, "I won't go back! I want to make some achievements by myself!" I'm not a parasite!

[You are a disgusting parasite, sucking our blood and acting recklessly! ]

[I just want to sing. ]

[Sing?What is your song?Does anyone agree with you? ]

[I don't need to agree. ]

[That's loser talk.From now on, put away your guitar and study hard. ]

[It is enough for me to sing. ]

[Ah.You just want to be a parasite! ]

[I'll do it on my own for you to see! ]

The girl had a straight face, obviously not agreeing with Deng Qu, she said: "Are you worthy of your aunt and uncle?"

Deng Qu took two steps back, "I didn't feel sorry for them. I lived for them for the first 15 years, because I spent their money. The only person I am sorry for is myself. From now on, I will do it for myself. live."

[Then get out now! ]

[I just want to sing a good song, I don't want to make trouble with you. ]

[Don't want to make trouble with us?What are you doing now! ]

[Is disobedience just making trouble? ]

[Will we harm you.Shouldn't you be obedient! ]

[From today, I will live for myself. ]

The girl was a little annoyed by Deng Qu's answer: "But look, have you sung anything in the past two years? Have you achieved any results? At the beginning, your grades were the first in our high school grades. If you keep going, what college will you Can’t pick? Why do you have to destroy your future.”

The girl's words only made Deng Qu more determined, "Even if I can't sing a popular song in my whole life, even if I'm just a piece of gravel, I can never become a diamond, even if I have to be hungry every day in a band all my life, I will Go on singing."

[What do children say to live for themselves?Are you financially capable or amazingly talented?You are not a fart away from home. ]

[I can't do anything with my guitar! ]

[Then you just follow your guitar!You see what it can give you! ]

[Why did you smash my guitar! ]

[Just because we gave birth to you and raised you for more than ten years!what are you doing! ]

[These tutorial books and textbooks, sell waste paper! ]

The girl took a deep breath to calm herself down, "Deng Qu, with your talent, you will be able to catch up after the few months you go back and the third year of high school. Give up your band dream."

"No matter how miserable the situation is, I still have hope in my heart. Under such circumstances, do I have to give up? How can I be willing." Deng Qu seemed to have heard a joke, which was as funny as the first time he heard it.

[You are not allowed to participate in this kind of competition!Follow me back to school! ]

[Why?Did I take your money? ]

[So what if you don't take it!Do you think you can get ahead by participating in the competition? If you want to be in a band, you don’t even know how much you are. ]

[So, are you going to smash my guitar again? ]

[Can you not be stubborn, you are only suitable for reading!Give up your shitty dreams and come back with me! ]

[...I will succeed, you wait. ]

[return! ]

The girl pursed her lips, grinding her anger between her teeth, "Hope? What hope is there for a dream that no one agrees with? Deng Qu, it's time for you to recognize the reality."

"I don't need anyone's approval, I just need to sing." Deng Qu firmly said: "I said I want to make achievements, just incidentally, whether they can agree with my behavior because of my achievements is not my business at all. .”

"You..." The girl was too angry to speak.

"I'll leave first if there's nothing else to do." Deng Qu said as he walked forward.

"Stop!" the girl yelled after Deng Qu walked several meters, then ran over and took out a form from her bag, "Auntie said, you can go to this competition, they won't come to you. But , If you don’t get the top 8, go back by yourself, and if you get the top 8, they will support you to start a band.”

Deng Qu squeezed the registration form, his hands trembled slightly due to the force, but his voice was extremely calm, "I see."

"You are so cold-blooded!" The girl said with red eyes, "How many times did Auntie cry for you before she struggled to make this decision, and you don't feel anything at all?"

"No. You can go back." Deng Qu didn't stop this time no matter how much the girl yelled, but as soon as he got back to the car, his eyes turned red.

Peng Zefeng threw a pack of tissues on the back seat, but didn't say anything to comfort him.

The young man held back his tears to prevent them from falling, and blinked desperately, but the effect was still unsatisfactory.In the end, he couldn't hold it back, and tears fell down. To cover up, he lifted up the bottom of his T-shirt to wipe away his tears.

It was just the suppressed cry of the teenager in the car that exposed him, but even so, he still didn't want to admit that he was crying, and it was useless to throw away the tissue that Peng Zefeng gave him.

He can't cry, he has to be strong, he only has himself, can't be weak, can't shrink back.

"Cricket, why do you like bands?" Peng Zefeng admitted that when he heard the boy's suppressed cries just now, he really wanted to do everything possible to make him walk away.

So when his parents saw his shining eyes, how determined were they to say the words that made Deng Qu run away from home desperately?I feel sorry for the child, don't want him to take a "detour", and want him to suffer as little as possible, so I can only be a villain.It was only in the end that he softened and compromised.

Seeing him pursue his dream so persistently, love the guitar in his hand so much, and his steadfast appearance shines, no one is willing to stop him all the time.

The boy answered irrelevantly, "I didn't cry."

If what the boy said was before today, then Peng Zefeng would definitely believe it.Compared with pursuing dreams alone, the awkward compromise and support of family members seems to be more lethal.

Because it was what he longed for in his heart but had been hidden in the deepest part because of the facts. The two years of chasing dreams would only make the deepest desire stronger and not dissipate.

Now that he suddenly got it, his strong heart was easily defeated.

"They didn't cry either." The boy continued.

Peng Zefeng pretended not to see the red-nosed person blowing his nose in the rearview mirror, "I know."

The boy stubbornly convinced himself and others, "Their faces are water, and it rained heavily that day, so their faces are rainwater."