I really don't want to be a superstar

Chapter 238 You must fulfill my dream

"Well, violin training."

Before Li Yunduo could think about anything, he closed and opened his eyes, and came to a dilapidated small house.

It was an old building that was common in the 90s. According to the current standard, it probably must be demolished and then survived.

It was raining heavily outside, and water was seeping outside the window.

Li Yun looked at himself.

It has turned into a child of about 4 years old, wearing single clothes, holding the basin to contain the seeping rainwater.

I became 'Ye Xinghui'.

"Help me get the basin."

An unmistakable command came.

Li Yun turned his head to look, only to find that he was a young man with a square face, eighty percent similar to Ye Xinghui when he grew up, but with a little more ruthlessness inside.

It seems that there is a majesty without anger.

"Ah."

Ye Xinghui gave the basin to the square-faced man.

That was Ye Xinghui's father.

At the same time, his eyes were fixed on the TV set beside him, watching intently.

The TV is showing the classic cartoon "Tom and Jerry".

Inside, Jerry the cat is playing the violin and courting another white cat.

Ye Xinghui was attracted.

This scene was noticed by Ye Xinghui's father, he pondered for a moment and said, "Do you like it?"

"Yes, I like it."

Ye Xinghui was attracted by the TV.

To be precise, I was attracted by the funny interaction between the cat and the mouse on the TV.

But Ye Xinghui's father didn't think so.
Ye Xinghui's father said in surprise.

"You want to learn the violin?"

"what"

"Let me ask you, do you want to learn the violin?"

Ye Xinghui's father came in front of Ye Xinghui with a serious and serious expression.

Ye Xinghui opened his mouth, what he wanted to say was - no.

He just simply wants to see cat and mouse.

But facing his father with a solemn face, Ye Xinghui couldn't speak the words that came to his lips.

He didn't dare to refuse, he could feel that the answer his father wanted was 'yes'.

Ye Xinghui didn't know if he would be greeted with a feather duster if he refused.

The child's thinking made him subconsciously dare not disobey his father.

"think."

"As expected, he is indeed my son."

Ye Xinghui's father smiled in relief.

"You are different from me. You are a very talented child. You noticed the beauty of the violin when you were four years old. Not bad, really good."

Ye Xinghui's father felt very relieved, as if he had discovered something surprising.

Only Li Yun was shocked.

This.
Discover the beauty of the violin?
What Ye Xinghui discovered was that Tom and Jerry were pretty.

That's it, that's all, other than that, there is no other emotion mixed in it.

The world of children is very simple, if you like it, you like it, and if you don't like it, you don't like it.

However, he dared not tell his father this.

I dare not.
He could only lower his head and let his father put the setting of "like the violin" on his head.

The next day, Ye Xinghui's father brought back a violin.

"Come, Dad will teach you the violin."

Starting today, Ye Xinghui's piano practice career began.

Everyday life is just repeating one thing, practicing piano, practicing piano, practicing piano.

From this day on, childhood is far away from him.

In addition to eating, sleeping and going to the bathroom every day, he is practicing piano. At the age of 4, he practiced piano for more than 3 hours a day.

Li Yun also understood what a nightmare is.

Now that I am experiencing his life as an adult, I can also feel what it means to be hell-like boring and boring.

Not to mention, for a 4-year-old child, at an innocent age, he has to bear the most unbearable things.

Snapped--

Pain came.

It was the sound of a feather duster.

"It's not right here."

"How many times have I taught you!"

"No! No! Don't you have a brain?!"

Every time Ye Xinghui made a mistake, Ye Deguang would beat Ye Xinghui with a feather duster.

It hurts.

Ye Xinghui could only grit his teeth and continue playing the piano
It's summer, and in the stuffy room, there are heat waves in the air. Ye Xinghui, a child, is wearing shorts and playing the piano in the stuffy room. The only thing that can cool down his temperature is a broken fan—the only fan in the family, which is used by Ye Xinghui.

It's winter, and in the cold room, the cold wind blows in through the holes in the doors and windows, and hits Ye Xinghui's face, leaving scars and painful tears running down his face. When the wind blows, the hot tears instantly turn into tears. Became an ice skate.

I can't cry, it hurts even more when I cry.

For Ye Xinghui, childhood memories were never something worth remembering.

For him, this memory is just being forced to play the violin all the time.

There is no childhood, no happy memories.

But hard training has brought some results. At the age of 7, Ye Xinghui won the championship of the local violin youth competition.

Ye Deguang also rewarded Ye Xinghui for this.

From practicing piano for 3 hours a day to practicing piano for 2 hours a day - because I am at school age.

Starting today, Ye Xinghui not only has to maintain the intensity of practicing the piano for 2 hours a day, but also guarantees his studies.

During the winter and summer vacations, the piano practice time is even more intensive, with 5 hours a day.

When other elementary school students gathered to play and discuss, Ye Xinghui could only be taken home to practice the piano. When they were sweating and youthful during their winter and summer vacations, Ye Xinghui was practicing the piano.

When he was 9 years old, Ye Deguang made a crazy decision.

That is resignation.

Quit the job of the iron rice bowl.

Accompanying Ye Xinghui full-time, the financial expenses of the family are borne by Ye Xinghui's mother working part-time.

In the eyes of everyone, this is tantamount to crazy, but Ye Deguang still made this decision.

"You are the chosen one, you have the talent of the violin, you are different from me, you can go to a higher stage and you can."

Ye Deguang stared at Ye Xinghui, encouraging him.

It seemed desperate, putting all the resources of a family on the 9-year-old.

Ye Xinghui was still ignorant when he heard it, he didn't know how heavy the meaning was.

Ye Deguang took Ye Xinghui to the capital.

On the way to the capital, Ye Xinghui noticed a place.

A wandering singer playing and singing.

This man was holding an old guitar and humming an unknown song.

The hoarse voice sounds nice.

Ye Xinghui stopped in his tracks and turned his gaze to the wandering singer.

"Look at what?"

"It sounds good."

"You think it sounds good? You haven't played enough waltzes or symphonies, and you actually say this kind of thing is good?" Ye Deguang looked at the wandering singer with disdain and said, "That's a low-level thing, don't learn it. , you only need to learn the violin, and you are not allowed to listen to this stuff in the future, it will pollute your ears!"

As he spoke, Ye Deguang forcibly pulled him away from the street.

And this scene also planted a seed in Ye Xinghui's heart.

I came to Beijing to attend a good school, the Central Conservatory of Music.

And Ye Xinghui didn't embarrass Ye Deguang. His childhood training laid a solid foundation for him. With the help of Ye Xinghui's performance and the 100 million yuan he lost his fortune, Ye Xinghui successfully entered the Central Conservatory of Music and paid homage to one of the violin teachers there. as a teacher.

During the day, Ye Xinghui studied piano at the Central Conservatory of Music.

In the evening, after returning home, Ye Deguang urged Ye Xinghui to practice the piano.

Everyday life is to learn and practice the piano, without any personal time, because of the bankruptcy of the teacher, there is no money to improve life, Ye Deguang can only live with Ye Xinghui in the most simple basement, cold in winter and hot in summer.

But this was not the place that tormented Ye Xinghui the most. He had experienced the harsh environment for many times. What tormented Ye Xinghui was still the pressure from his father and Ye Deguang.

Ye Deguang's severity was close to cruelty.

Finally one day, Ye Xinghui broke out.

He doesn't want to practice piano anymore.

At the age of 10, he rebelled for the first time, the first time he disobeyed this seemingly superior father.

After school, he didn't go home to practice the piano step by step, but sang in the school song room.

Singing pop music that Ye Deguang never disdains.

On this day, Ye Xinghui was both scared and cheerful.

It's nice to be able to sing without worry.

But disobeying that father frightened him.
Sure enough, after singing, when he returned home, it was the gloomy man who greeted him.

He is holding a feather duster.

"Where did you go?"

"Go. Go play."

Ye Deguang's face was gloomy and terrifying.

"It's hard work, and Fang is a master. You went to play? I lost my family and let you come to the capital to learn the piano, just for you to play?"

The feather duster lashed Ye Xinghui's body again and again.

There were streaks of blood.

shocking.

Ye Xinghui didn't know where the courage came from, and retorted loudly.

"Then can I not practice the violin, I can sing, I can play the guitar, can I become a singer? Can't I get ahead by singing? Can't I get ahead by playing the guitar?"

"asshole."

Ye Deguang hit him hard, and Ye Xinghui's screams spread throughout the street.

Neighbors couldn't bear to hear this, and hurried over to dissuade them, but Ye Deguang dismissed them.

"If you don't play for three days, go to the house to expose the tiles, and don't teach him a lesson, he doesn't know how much he weighs, right? I worked so hard for you to learn the piano, and this is how you repay me! You are us The only hope of the family"

On this day, Ye Xinghui was beaten badly, and even attracted the attention of the police
In the days that followed, Ye Xinghui didn't dare to refute Ye Deguang anymore, he only dared to practice the piano obediently.

He was scared of being beaten.

Later, Ye Deguang seemed to soften his heart a little. Apart from practicing the piano, he would also chat with Ye Xinghui.

It turned out that Ye Deguang also had music dreams, but the music dreams were shelved due to various reasons in reality.

After realizing Ye Xinghui's 'talent', Ye Deguang bet everything on Ye Xinghui.
"Son, you must fulfill my dream. Everything depends on you."

(End of this chapter)