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"Father..." Xiao Wu's apprehensive cry broke the strange silence.

The man turned his head first, put his hand on Xiao Wu's head, and said lightly: "Mr. Zhang, hello."

Zhang Weidong replied blankly: "Mr. Xiao, hello."

The two greeted each other politely, and then there was another silence.

It took four years, from arrest to detention, to sentencing and release from prison, Zhang Weidong never showed his face once.

He thought that they would be irrelevant from now on, and never thought about whether they would meet again, nor did he think that in such a sudden situation, the identity of the other party was still Xiao Wu's father; Zhang Weidong was shocked, and felt that he was still not good enough. , can not be indifferent.

He habitually armed himself like a hedgehog, fully alert, guessing whether this was a coincidence or someone deliberately arranged it?

He looked at the bewildered and ignorant Xiao Wu, and suddenly felt sad, maybe this child was just a tool.

Xiao Jungu walked to the sofa and sat down, then hugged Xiao Wu on his lap: "What can Teacher Zhang want from me?"

Hearing the unfamiliar tone, Zhang Weidong was a little uncomfortable, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief: "Do you know about the child being abused?"

"There is such a thing?" Xiao Jungu looked a little surprised.

Zhang Weidong turned cold: "Look for yourself, the child is covered with scars from beatings. How did you become a father?"

Xiao Junso lifted up Xiao Wu's clothes, and saw the scars, he immediately expressed guilt, held Xiao Wu's face and kissed again and again: "I'm sorry, Xiao Wu, why didn't you tell Dad? Does it still hurt?"

Xiao Wu hugged his neck and shook his head.

Zhang Weidong looked coldly at the picture of his father's kindness and son's filial piety: "I hope you can promise that such a thing will not happen again, and I will leave."

"Sure, I'll find out what's going on. There's no car around here. I'll ask the driver to take you."

By the time he finished speaking, Zhang Weidong would have gone a long way.

Xiao Junso hugged the child, his eyes followed Zhang Weidong's back, he didn't think about anything, he just watched.

"Dad..." Xiao Wu said in confusion, "I think the teacher has become very strange."

"Why is it strange? Is it different from usual?"

Xiao Wu nodded.

"What does that teacher usually look like?"

"Usually he is kinder and better than Teacher Liu in the preschool class. He never swears and often smiles at me."

"Is that so..." Xiao Jungu muttered to himself and sighed.

"Dad, what are you talking about? I can't hear you clearly."

Xiao Junso hugged Xiao Wu with both hands and stood up: "Dad will take you to take a bath and apply medicine, and I will take you to the amusement park tomorrow, but in exchange, you have to tell Dad who beat you, okay? A good boy can't lie."

Xiao Wu nodded obediently.

Zhang Weidong left the mansion and walked along the road to the foot of the mountain, only to realize that something was wrong.

Something is really wrong, Xiao Wu is six years old this year, when did Xiao Jun come up with such a big son?

Did it happen before he went to jail?Zhang Weidong couldn't figure it out, and then scolded himself sullenly: "It's none of your business to have a son!"

Even though it was really none of his business, Zhang Weidong still alienated Xiao Wu because of this.

Whenever Xiao Wu came to him after class, he would always say that he was not available.

However, Xiao Wu is a sensitive child, and he also noticed the alienated attitude of the other party, so he was sad for a long time.

Zhang Weidong made up his mind to ignore Xiao Wu, let him wait if he wanted to wait, if he couldn't wait, he would go home naturally.

He also deliberately asked Dahu if he had met Xiaowu's parents.

Du Hu was confused: "Who is Xiao Wu? I don't need to do things like enrolling students. You can see it too. I don't even bother to go to school if I have nothing to do."

Zhang Weidong was speechless, Duhu was just a hands-off shopkeeper, and the school's affairs were handled by the vice principal.

Dahu is still the same as before, performing everywhere, and occasionally going to the recording studio to accompany singers. Apart from having no family, he lives a chic life.

One day, Du Hu suddenly called Zhang Weidong: "I checked, you don't have class today, come over quickly."

"What's wrong?" Zhang Weidong asked.

"I'm in the recording studio, and there's a guitarist releasing pigeons temporarily, so hurry up."

"Isn't that bad? After all, I..."

Du Hu interrupted him: "Where is there so much nonsense, this recording studio has to pay hundreds of dollars an hour, saving the scene is like putting out a fire, I will send the address to your mobile phone, and quickly send it to me."

After Dumb finished speaking, he immediately hung up the phone.

Zhang Weidong was helpless, no matter how Duo had helped him so many times, he had to pay it back.

So he changed clothes casually in the dormitory, didn't shave his beard, put his guitar on his back and wore flip-flops and went out.

Zhang Weidong found the recording studio according to the address. As soon as he knocked on the door, Du Hu hooked his neck and dragged him in. The other accompaniment and the recording studio were already waiting inside.Zhang Weidong took a look, the man with dyed blond hair and trendy appearance should be a singer, so he nodded his head, "Hello."

The idol singer was very dissatisfied with Zhang Weidong, and asked Dahu in front of him: "Can he do it? Don't waste my time."

Just as Duhu was about to answer, Zhang Weidong bent down and put the piano case on the ground, took out the guitar, and said quickly, "Bring the sheet music, give me 10 minutes."

Zhang Weidong spent 10 minutes reading the scores of the two pop songs, and then sat down among the musicians: "It's time to start."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not to mention whether they could memorize two pieces of music in 10 minutes, and they hadn't practiced at all, and started recording directly as soon as they arrived, which was too miraculous.

Duhu also took his place, and sneered knowingly in his heart: "Dongzi, give them some strength and let them see."

Zhang Weidong was speechless again, but with only two pieces of eight to twelve beats, can he still play a flower?

The recording was very smooth, the singer was in good condition, and the musicians cooperated well, and the recording was completed within the scheduled time.

The singer's manager came and said everyone had worked hard, and then began to send money to the musicians one by one.

Zhang Weidong took the five hundred-yuan bills and thanked them respectfully.

Du Hu watched from the side, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

However, he was also a person who couldn't hold back his words, and satirized the singer with sarcasm: "You are just lucky."

The idol singer was stunned, and asked loudly, "What do you mean by that?"

Duhu was about to speak, but Zhang Weidong pinned his head down with one hand.

"He is praising you for your good luck. You will definitely be popular in the future." Zhang Weidong stood up from behind Duhu, grabbed the braid on the back of Duhu's head and pulled it up and down, forcing him to nod, smiling: " If you need an accompaniment in the future, you can come to us again, and we are happy to cooperate."

Du Hu couldn't dismantle Zhang Weidong's platform, so he hummed aggrievedly.

After leaving the recording studio, Du Hu sent Zhang Weidong back to the dormitory, and asked in the car on the way: "Didn't you just tell the truth?"

"What did I say?"

"It's just to be an accompaniment for others."

Zhang Weidong nodded: "As long as it doesn't affect the work of the school, Mr. Principal, you shouldn't have any objections, right?"

This made Duhu feel even more uncomfortable, and even his expression became sad: "Dongzi...you understand, in my heart, you are the one who is most qualified for me to accompany you. I was thinking just now, why It's not you who stands in front of the microphone singing, how can that singer compare to you, I..."

Zhang Weidong interrupted him indifferently: "There's nothing wrong with being an accompanist, anyway, I don't have any other skills."

Duhu stopped talking and concentrated on driving.

Zhang Weidong saw his gloomy look from the rearview mirror, so he comforted him: "I should thank you very much. I didn't expect to be an accompanist for others before, and you can make money by playing the piano. What a wonderful thing. My aunt's body is getting better and better. The worse it gets, I'm afraid that one day she will suddenly get seriously ill, so I also want to work hard to save money."

Dahu exhaled and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

Not everyone is qualified to pursue their dreams. Taking Zhang Weidong's current situation as an example, he has worked hard to face the reality and shoulder his responsibilities.So he really shouldn't have said that. Apart from adding troubles, it has no substantive effect at all.

So with the help of Duhu, Zhang Weidong got a new job.

After all, being a musician is one step into the entertainment circle, although he was only popular for a short period of time, not as good as one-tenth of those in prison, and then his reputation was ruined and caused a sensation all over the country.So he didn't want to be recognized by others, so he tried his best to keep a low profile and dress casually.

Zhang Weidong wore a baseball cap and sat behind the other musicians, like a silent set. Even if the recording was not smooth sometimes, and those monotonous tunes were played over and over again, he never complained.Perhaps because of this, after more than a month, no one recognized who he was.

He thought that the peaceful life would continue, and then he would grow old slowly, and time would clear up all the past.

Until one day, he saw Xiao Jungu at the school gate, and knew that he might not be able to fulfill his wish.

Xiao Jun came here as his father, and the first sentence he said was: "Xiao Wu is sick, he misses you very much, I hope you can go and see him."

Zhang Weidong thought, no wonder the kid hasn't come to class for a while, but he refused coldly: "Sorry, I'm just a teacher, this is not within the scope of my job."

Xiao Jun said: "I know, so I'm here to ask you, not to ask you to do this."

"Since you care so much about your child, you should take good care of him instead of making him sick, let alone letting him be abused."

"You are right. I have an unshirkable responsibility. In fact, Xiao Wu is not my biological child, he is..."

"I don't want to hear it." Zhang Weidong interrupted him: "The matter of your father and son has nothing to do with me."

After Zhang Weidong finished speaking, he turned around and left. He was afraid that if he continued to listen, he would not be able to help but soften his heart.

Xiao Junso chased up, blocked Zhang Weidong, stretched out his hand, but put it down before touching him: "If I have other ways, I don't want to bother you, please listen to my words first. After that, you decide whether to go to the hospital or not."

Zhang Weidong wanted to refuse, but he couldn't say that he was not a ruthless person after all.

"Xiao Wu is really pitiful. His mother has a long history of drug abuse. After giving birth, she threw him at the hospital gate."

Zhang Weidong was startled, looked at Xiao Jungu in surprise and asked, "Then Xiao Wu..."

Xiao Jungu nodded: "Yes, Xiao Wu is a drug baby that is often mentioned in the newspapers. He was born with drug addiction. You don't need to tell me what kind of situation it is...so Xiao Wu's resistance is very poor. , development is not good, and it is easy to get sick, and I have been having a low-grade fever for half a month."

Zhang Weidong was dumbfounded. He had indeed read in the newspaper that if a pregnant woman takes drugs, the drugs will enter the fetus through the placenta and umbilical cord. In other words, the child has already started taking drugs before he came into this world.This is a very cruel thing. After the child is born, it is equivalent to interrupting the drug supply from the mother, and drug addiction will appear...

He had experienced that pain himself, so it was even more impossible for him to imagine that these things happened to a baby who was waiting to be fed.

Xiao Jun then continued: "When I took Xiao Wu home from the orphanage, he was only four years old. Maybe because he knew that he was different from ordinary children, he was afraid of causing trouble to others, and he never took the initiative to speak. , it was not until last year that I gradually became more cheerful..."

"Stop talking, I'll go!" Zhang Weidong interrupted him again in a rough voice.

Xiao Jungu breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, my car is parked there, is it convenient for you now?"

Zhang Weidong needed time to adjust his mood, so he said, "Give me the address, and I will go by myself tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you, that silly boy will be very happy to see you."

Zhang Weidong didn't say a word, watched Xiao Jungu leave silently, and then closed his eyes in pain.

He has no time to care about Xiao Jungu's other goals, his mind is completely occupied by Xiao Wu and drugs.

Especially drugs, so after Zhang Weidong got off work, he went back to the dormitory and closed the doors and windows. In just two hours, he created a new song.

Rock music has always had a destructive power, just like drugs, the continuous rhythm of heavy metal can make people nervous.Zhang Weidong's creation is more like venting, through the way of music, the cruel side and blissful side of drugs are vividly expressed.

The first half of the song is dominated by the electronic violin, with a melodious and lingering melody. In the second half, it suddenly switches to a strong drum sound, which smashes the dreamy and beautiful picture created in front.It's like the cruel process of being ecstatic after injecting drugs, and then falling back to reality.

Zhang Weidong's music has never been moved, he disdains to please anyone, what he expresses is a deep understanding and pain - this is why fans later called him a tyrant.

He is the king on the stage, conquering countless people with music, making them willing to be trampled.

But now Zhang Weidong is in a trough, and no one thinks that he can stand up again and climb to the top step by step.

The author has something to say: Dongzi is about to start a counterattack.

Waiting to see how a generation of tyrants will be born, the domineering side leaks!