After dressing up as a wealthy and pitiful little man, I hold the Shuangwen script in my hand

Chapter 245 Mu Zehei Because of Me

Before An Zihong could answer, Wen Zeyu's complaint sounded from the other end.

"Damn it, Mr. Du, are you sexist? The attitude towards An Ziyu is so different from me!!"

Du Huai turned to look at him quietly, "You are as hardworking and talented as An Zizhen, and I am also very friendly to you."

Wen Zeyu complained, "She never practiced the piano, what's wrong?"

While at the resort, at home, on weekdays.

Even at school.

What An Zizhen does most is sleeping and watching Doraemon.

Does she have anything to do with hard work?

He had never seen An Zizhen practicing the piano.

Just as Wen Zeyu finished speaking, a feather duster hit his paw, making him jump like crazy.

Just in time, Miao's mother came in and saw this scene.

Not angry at all, very excited.

Enthusiastic, "Mr. Du, just smoke, you're welcome."

That tone of voice was like taking Wen Zeyu's money.

People who don't know think they are trying to draw enemies.

Wen Zeyu burst into tears, "..."

Poor Wen Zeyu continued to play the piano with tears in his eyes.

Du Huai also started calling.

"Ziyu, there is something I would like to ask you to do."

"Tell me." An Zihong was sitting there while plucking flower petals while talking on the phone.

After pulling out one after another.

Du Huai was serious, "The Mu Zehei that appears now is a fake."

An Ziyu frowned, "How do you know?"

Du Huai took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, "Because I am Mu Zehei."

"Boom!" Wen Zeyu paused, then turned his head to look at Du Huai behind him in shock and horror.

He he he he he heard what? ?

At this point, his mind was boiling.

That homeless man who used to look for food at a barbecue stall was Mu Zehei? ? ?

his idol? ?
His idol when he was young, the man he admired the most? ? ?
God, him!Did you hear me wrong?Are you out of your mind now?
While struggling, Du Huai pulled out a feather duster.

Wen Zeyu screamed, "Wait, don't hit me, are you really Mu Zehei???"

Du Huai, "Yes."

Wen Zeyu, "You really are?"

Du Huai's face darkened, and his gentle face showed impatience, "Practice."

Wen Zeyu, "..."

An Ziyu asked, "Since you are Mu Zehei, why did you suddenly disappear back then?"

Du Huai said solemnly, "Because I have killed many children..."

……

That year, Du Huai was proud of the spring breeze, and rushed back from abroad, rushing to participate in the next performance.

Because of fatigue driving, I couldn't bear to let the car that squeezed over to grab the lane next to me.

Pushed by that car, smashed through the railing, lost control, and fell into the sea.

Coincidentally, there was an orphanage bus for an outing nearby, and it was full of a group of children.

Fell into the sea together.

More than 30 children in a car, together with the driver and teacher, all drowned alive.

As for Du Huai, because he knew how to swim and was driving a convertible at the time, he got out easily.

For this matter, Du Huairang blamed himself to the extreme.

Afterwards he could no longer play music and he was even afraid of seeing people, especially children.

In the end, he decided to go into self-imposed exile.

A person walks and stops to look around, and feels that this kind of life is worthy of atonement.

It was very difficult for Du Huai to finish talking about what happened that year.

"Ziyu, I don't want anyone to use this name for profit. Mu Zehei is dead, and this person will never be resurrected."

An Zizhen sighed, "But many people like you."

(End of this chapter)