A scumbag is not a scumbag

Victor tells Dracus his story.

He loves music, and his wife and he are a pair of lovers who cooperate with each other tacitly.They held hands and sang about the beautiful future, while chasing music with enthusiasm.From one city to another, the faces of the people applauding and cheering for them are all unfamiliar.

At first they were enthusiastic about it, but then something happened that changed Victor's wife's mind.

She is pregnant.

Want a stable and peaceful environment, any mother has such a hope.Victor had to slow down, even stop.They live in a small town in Mexico. The sound of singing and piano no longer resounds through the blue sky, but gently rippling around the cradle in a warmly furnished room, letting the cute giggling baby open his fleshy little hands, To capture the beautiful notes invisible in the air.

It was beautiful, but it also terrified him.

——Victor once made an oath to "scatter his music all over the world".

But now, his limbs have been shackled by the shackles called family.

Fear, bewilderment, and many other experiences that he once sang, eroded his mind like poison, leaving Victor in a daze, unable to extricate himself from it.

He told himself repeatedly: I should think about my children and my wife.

However, through this beautiful and warm present, what he saw was his own dream that was shattered into dross.

It was worth it, every time he stared at the cheeks of his wife and daughter, tenderness surged in his heart.Victor loves them without a doubt, but he also longs to realize his own dreams.Even if I fail, I just want to try my best so that I won't show remorse in my old age.

He took his two-year-old daughter, Coco's little hand, kissed her cheek, hugged her body, facing her daughter who was sitting upright on the bed with dangling legs, Victor held the guitar in his arms, fingers The strings were plucked.

"rememberme (please remember me)..."

The slightly nasal baritone, gentle and slightly trembling, spoke his heart slowly.

The singing sound passed through the light and dusty air, passed through the dried smoked flowers, deftly flew from the gap between his fingers playing the piano and the chords, and then gently touched the young girl's heart.She also hummed along, stumbling, not very pleasant, but so beautiful.

Victor took a piano and a box, and walked backwards.

His eyes were fixed on Ke Ke's chubby face, and he touched the handle of the door with his hands behind his back.

The "creaking" sound of twisting open, the closed door, bit by bit... covered her figure.

"...Having you is the meaning of my existence. Please remember me"

Victor's fingertips paused.

His eyes were full of tears, and his eyes were slack, as if he was addicted to memories and couldn't extricate himself.On that thin face, the remorse, hesitation, tenderness and sadness revealed were just what can appear on the face of a person who is entangled to the extreme.

Dracus was silent for a moment, watching his appearance, and sighed softly.

This sigh woke Victor up. He quickly straightened his back, inserted his fingers into his brown hair, and combed it unnaturally: "This is... my business. I am not ready to abandon them, I want to wait until I become famous Go back later. But..."

He sighed heavily.

"Don't be too sad, you will definitely become famous, and your family will be proud of you." Dracus patted him on the shoulder, with a comforting tone, "Among the family, as long as you explain clearly, everything will be fine got up."

"I hope the facts can really develop like that." Victor was a little melancholy.

In fact, Dracus is not a person who is very good at taking care of other people's emotions, but uses actions more.He rolled a piece of pie he bought at the door before entering the hotel into a cylinder shape, stuffed it into Victor's singing mouth in one breath, and at the next moment when the other party chewed hard and then swallowed hard, he put the water-filled pie The cup slipped into the hand he'd been holding onto the guitar handle.

Victor had to temporarily put aside those troubles and focus on the food in a hurry.

"Don't worry, we will be famous all over the world."

Dracus held the burrito in one hand and gesticulated vigorously in the air with the other.

His eyes were not like Victor's, which shone brightly when he heard the music, but they were firm and terrifying, calm, calm, and determined, and even had a resolute smile, which made people feel convinced unconsciously.

Victor was stunned for a moment, then nodded seriously.

When Dracus first arrived, he was completely at a loss.

He has no way of knowing the specific plot outline, so he doesn't know what to do.Now he has some knowledge and opinions on Task [-], but Task [-] is too vague for him to start.

Now, I can only wait for the "system" to be prompted by a major event.

Dracus, who has been working hard on his own, thought for a while before realizing that there is a system that can help at that time. Maybe this is why the "system" is useless, but he has been following him. All considered.

Victor was an accident, but he saved Dracus, there's no doubting that.Therefore, even if Victor has nothing to do with the plot, he will definitely fulfill his promise.However, according to the situation of "the villain is close to the related person", maybe Victor is also a familiar person, but he knows nothing about it.

It's a little uncomfortable to say...

But there is no way, he will try to adapt.

It’s not okay to be used to doing whatever you want after being understood about the plot. He’s not here to play, but to grow, learn, and accomplish what he should do for the gods, just like a businessman who has made a deal, or a boss and his subordinates.The subordinates complete the tasks, and the boss provides the environment for the subordinates.Dracus is already much better than other ordinary people who have been mediocre all their lives. He has seen it and achieved it, so what is there to regret?

He stretched out his hand to carry his package on his back, feeling a sense of relief in his heart.

"Where is our next stop?"

Victor rested his chin and stared at the map. He drew many circles and painted many red crosses on it.He was concentrating on drawing from one circle to another with a pen, adding a direction arrow, and then gave a satisfied "hmm", shook the map away, showed it to Dracus, and asked his opinion.

Since the two talked, Victor and Dracus' friendship has grown stronger.

They stayed in place for seven or eight days and made money with music every day.I recorded the songs I composed at that time on paper and clipped them into a notebook with a rough cover.Dracus bought a suitcase and a new dress with the pesos he earned.In addition to the daily expenses, there are still some savings, and they are discussing to use the money to go to other cities.Victor moved very quickly. He bought the map that afternoon and studied it for half an hour.

Dracus glanced at it. "You know a place that is crowded, lively, music-loving, generous and rich?"

"Ah - yes, here it is!"

According to Dracus' idea, Victor ticked a circle.

He stuffed the map into his case, then waved to Dracus with a cheerful look.

"Come on, my friend, our next stop is - 'Anu'!"